Short Repainted Poems
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Aged, wetherbeaten.
Repainted.
Aged, wetherbeaten.
Six fence panels
Next to a spotted grey post.
Right, right, wrong, right, wrong, wrong.
Split asunder,
Now siblings, they stand.
Nailed shoulder to shoulder
For him, time was a mere succession of milk bottles,
He'd sit and watch the summer passing him by
on the backs of pretty young things
still wrapped in cotton.
His wife died.
He decided to have the front door repainted.
He remembered her red hair.
Form:
The future doesn’t do much.
Just like paint.
When it’s in a can, it’s nothingness.
When it’s on the wall, it’s covering everything up.
The kitchen walls were just repainted.
In the kitchen, I drop some sugar and everything dies.
I burn my finger on the stove.
I leave it on to burn all the food.
So the food can feel the hurt too.
same with a test today
similar with a challenge tomorrow
identical my reaction then
exactly my response now
change is a bell broken down, restructured, and repainted
when the jingle is heard, the reality of life kicks in like a sudden episode of nausea
the realization then comes that everyday is repeat season
might as well listen to the radio and whisper to myself cliches of insanity
The true color of red flags is rust,
where they utter love it lies beneath;
Faded, repainted, and insincere
still there hoping you fail to see it;
Left in disgust over lack of trust
false words atrophy with broken teeth;
Vet those you allow into your sphere
aim the first punch for the hardest hit;
Accept what you know when it is clear,
fool’s gold will always be counterfeit.
Aftermath of the denim dilemma
Lead my mind on a path to remember
Brain repainted pain as amethyst art
Make lemonade of lemons despite broken red heart
Nerves wound up in my stomach like intestines
Full of words verbs hopeful suggestions
The unspooling as we drift away
Growing apart in our own way
No longer the apple of my eye
Broken love wings no longer fly
Blue and brown eyes no longer cry
But look ahead for love in a new life
There is no honor among thieves
They were in and out a crime spree
Despite the frost white winter breeze
Screams were lost by autumn’s leaves
There were valuables taken indeed
Likely sold the gold across the sea
And the art was a smart centerpiece
Repainted by dark bloody crime-scene
Was it a targeted or a random thing
Corpses keep secretes horrible dreams
Who did it why how did this come to be
Will the fingerprints tell us anything
Once sat friend's home who took a vacation
from repainting ~ rooms messy with white tint
tins, paintbrushes, canvas, half painted walls ~
spent week embroidering at garden pool…
On eighth morning awoke to enigma______
house repainted, rearranged, SOUNDLESSLY!
strange blue footprints on porch, on street pavement
weird phantom painting night, friend spieled sea STUNNED !
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The roadside implement left without attendant,
an objective lesson of technology progression.
Long lacking use, should be rot and rust.
Yet is anything but, even years without digging rut.
A hand once guided, a horse once dragged.
Hung up like the harness, and the feed bag.
So roadside it sits, repainted and new.
A plow, a tool of a past we honor, that men would use.
Historic and remembered, now a monument,
to the hard working farmer and time that he spent.
A white Santa showed a child the skin tone of the top brass
A white doll to an innocent black girl contrasts ugliness
A white wedding was beauty redefined as a cloak on a lass
A white Jesus, before we repented, repainted righteousness
A white collar is how we elevated and segregated a social class
A white angel flew from heaven and misrepresented its race
A black me is fighting a mind conditioned to be last
A black me is sometimes a victim of an innocence of whiteness