Short Relics Poems
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Grand basilicas
built to papal false idols
of graven image -
to apostate relics from
pagan Rome and Babylon!
Scaled relics of time
Ancient reptilian living fossils
The Alligator
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What’s hiding in the attic
Nothing but dusty boxes of sentimental relics
~ past I can’t let go
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
postcards
tattered relics
soft paragraphs wailing
faint memoirs languishingly dampened...
boneless
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Each dawn's debris sort
of wreckage from day before
yields jetsam just junked
and flotsam break-up relics.
On the beach who can tell which?
My chest is double crossed
To defend from demons
A heart protected from evil
Is another life saved by Him
And two radiant relics
Keep me safe
On the Devil’s Earth
Form:
Bailey's Irish Cream, a delicacy
Perfect for old country relics, you see
Joe Biden would take a sip
Or an elongated nip
If it weren't for his 'white supremacy'
Bonfires of instruments play faded relics
of song.
Hungry enough to steal,fingers beg,know longer
do they hold a lover or hope.
I am a disfigured statue vandalized by currency
of regret.
You see a wall,
where I see a door
You are imprisoned,
I am implored
You spend your fortune
on relics that burn
I, but a beggar
—last verse heaven earned
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
R ead into what you will
E ntrusted into a religion
L acking proper understanding
I mplicating sinners into false saints
C onflicting souls one at a time, what do you really believe if not in me
TIME
passes
timepieces
sundials, water clocks
known relics of past time
timers supplant the hourglass
“I-phones put the wristwatch on hold.”
revised June 21, 2014, Spring Equinox.
Our love is like a pilot light
Burning long, burning bright
But if that light beomes erratic
And gas leaks out into my attic
The compresser on my fridge turns on
Bam! the relics of my life are gone
Relics, relics sad and lone,
Cromwell's head and a single bone
that William the Conqueror left on earth
prove today of petty worth.
Oh that now those proud in power
knew the shortness of their hour.
As the ocean's anchors - hold the relics old
time engulfs life's sphere - to seize
generation's gold
murkiness of sea - may well
mark the moments slight
oh, but nothing can blot out
the brilliance of the light
Leaning pine trees yearn for the open coastline,
needles pointing far and away from vernal
bondage. Left with relics of restless newborn
butterfly's cloister.
for Craig Cornish's
"Sapphic Stanza Number Three" Contest
Read,
escape;
Then share it;
That adventure
will last for all time;
Before bed give daydreams,
feast on relics from the past;
Passed to the next generation
a gifted storyteller wields the
mystery and magic of evening tales.
Geschichte zum Anfassen
Geborgen aus dem Kern der Erde
Relikte des Vergangenen
Living history
Recovered from the core of the earth
Relics of the past
Historia viva
Salvado del núcleo de la tierra
Relictos del pasado
Rabid, renegade ravens, rise.
Relishing rancid refuse; repugnant.
'Round rural relics, resounding ruthless retorts.
Retrieving realm revelations.
Rival reckonings; regimes ruptured.
Repent! Release. Repeat..
Reconcile. Rejoice. Retreat.
Standing by the colosseum
Is the time of the last persecution
When the houses of Caesar
call out for revenge
Byzantine highways have lost their sheen
thwarted tall ships fall
and trumpets sound
relics of soldiers roam
you walk to your fate alone
Withering winter
will fold away
like relics of old
smashed flat
inside a musty
static suitcase,
stacked under
chaotic blunders
of wonder.
These photos
and notes
unknown for
ticking moments
will be
as chilling as
a blizzard wind
when revealed again.
12-8-2020
But what of shells and ruins
The stories they hold
In silence they ponder
The truths of the past
And what of echoed voices
Do they tell what will be
Friend or foe
Piercing the wind
I also ponder the truth
As I stand among the relics
And beseech the looking glass
To speak to me
Up the mountain
The forest hides a fountain
Escape the summer madness,
In cool shade
Ice cold water
Glides through my fingers
Senses awake
A gushing melody Under Ottoman shapes
There's light on the surface
Even oppressors
Leave relics to impress us
This oasis of calmness sedates
I bought the shroud of Turin
the vatican had a sale
they have legal expenses
and priests that needed bail.
It was just an old dusty cloth
so I put it in the wash
that Tide detergent, never fails
all the smudges and stuff washed off.
don’t get excited, i was raised a catholic
I think I lost it...
Has anyone seen my mind?
Must of wandered off...
I'll check lost and found
The last time I lost my mind
It played hide and seek
I last found my mind
Hold up in an old Junk Trunk
Sorting memories...
A box of clutter
Relics that remain after
We've faded away...
Beneath this green and grassy field
Whence ghosts of heroes past doth shield;
Lie noble relics of flesh and bone,
To each bequeathed a marble stone.
And as you walk amongst the rows
May you learn what each one here knows;
O that freedom should not be lost,
All who lie here have paid the cost.