Short Rims Poems
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Snow falls and day light dims
As the snow get so thick that it covers my Rims.
As the sun goes down we play around,
Snowball fights and as the day loses light.
Tentative sunlight
Playing with turning wheelspokes
Fast hands spur on rims
Early morning race with dog
Joyful barks mix with laughter
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February 1, 2017
Bridges connecting lines and dots on roads where people pass
Edges and rims dissecting flaps and humps, cones and tones that rap
Clamps and bolts, braces and thongs, hashtags and pegs, anchor holds
Reading the pointing map
Oozing sweet fumes
Amazing natural landscape
Driving on oil and gas.
Trails of accidents
Rims here and there.
Inscriptions old and new
'Pure Town' is just few metres..
With a pull of the arm
the eyes started to roll
Sweat poured from the pits
as if nothing at all.
Tears smudged the rims
from the pull, roll, and ring
When the fruit salad face
Showed a lop-sided grin.
How about you?
Shaken
Stirred
Crushed
Mixed
Shot
Spilled
Topped off
Set on fire
Rims salted
Served over ice
With a splash...
Oh, you mean to drink;
Give me anything.
Dry.
***
The word nobody dares
to speak.
Red rocks tower
over dry pools.
White salt crusts the rims.
Pathless,
the canyon maze
is a fractal landscape.
Self similarity deceives.
Panic
nests
in my stomach.
9/30/2017
Mighty behind desk and beak,
teaching chemistry earrings.
Glass rims speak of test--
new eyes flame begins.
Some books peek with hearings,
some hide their giggle as best,
while others lean out to confess
the test they'd like to take.
this mystic arc
above the bridge
fogged rims
from river’s edge
alluring eyes
to wind down
the fragmented
edges and plunge
upon its icy depths
my eyes
cast off
like shadows
towards
an ashen sky
instead
(Bus scribbles)
How do I pick up after this long break
The melee of mute thought and emotion
Rims of paper, vials of ink would take
To fill hiatus of this proportion
Nights of lightning, storm and shattering quake
Giving the fallen foliage a shake
Written on:02/01/2017
Syllables:60
With lighter
And a cigarette
In your palm
You sparkled
With theatrical show
And we smiled
At those rims of desire
Billowing thru the noonday air
Though it was too thin to last
And the repairman
Falling behind schedule
Still, I will be dancing--
Your last dance.
Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.
Paraplegic
Wheelchair, catheter
Racing, dancing, maneuvering
Colourful rims and frame, colourful little person,
Singing, rhyming, mischievous
Surgery, bedridden,
Me
***
6th place in Diamante contest
Sponsor Janis Thompson
October 15, 2016
The car was painted mat black
With red rimmed wheels
The windows were tinted
There were no plates
It looked menacing
Even if it was driven
By a girl...
...Who flew the plane
An F-35 Aggressor version
It was like her car
Mat black all over
With red wheel rims
A tinted cockpit
And no markings...
High cloudy gloomy
Head; unseen; in wispy bars
Of skies; shaking rails
With closed-in thunder—
For miles. Lightning's bare fingers
Fall limp after so
Many strikes. Peak of
Sun— blue; cataract rims stung;
The rain sliding down
This dam in my soul;
It slams like me, my pain's pound—
Where I'm now stormbound.
bounty bicycle belched
in crimson crest
wielding moaning wheels
of saucy spree:
taunted tracks moan
tainted tyre's moor
fiery feelings fondling
per punctured pills
merging mystic mist
hideous hood hankering
with halts shuddering
like triturated ****
"roll'n rustic rims
felon wind riding."
'20:01:21:05:33
eerie earth belched
callous creed's crest
nocturnal nature nauseated
dark dribbles cremated
hoisted hankering cruised
sassy soil puked
rusty rims yawned
puncturing pulpy pawn
tactic trend torn
bruised bark bent
mystic moaning etched
saucy seal spent
lofty lids lurched
vying voluptuous verge.
'20:04:10:19:20
Did I see a flicker, glimmer, ray of light or hope in some far-off stained glass window,
where pillar candles melt upon mosaics,
where rosehip stearates clutch at fragile perfumes,
where wax encrusted drips turn into cherry blossom plasmas of the mind,
when hardened tallow rims are all that’s left for those who clingfilm second chances!!
concentric circles clouds
mushy mists growl
tainted tarred twain
epileptic ensconced spray
rustic rims raved
adapting aura's aid
mystic mood swung
lurching lousy lust
taming torpedic tongue
callous Cherub called
vile veins' gores
dripping damped draws
scrunched syllables smoothened
haggard hierarchy heightened.
19:11:14:11:30
By no mistake my name is Richard
And I am chauffeured in a rickshaw
A rickshaw that comes first in a row
With others that roll on shining rims
As I desire to get to the riches
My way to the riches is a riddle
But I will straighten up the rickets
And scoop the material that is raw
And then shake it until it is ripe
And then become that real rich Richard
With suction cups on its body,
It clings to rocks and such
So tidal currents really do not
Bother it too much.
Its teeth, as sharp as needles,
Line the rims of bulbous lips
And spiky studs, like armor,
Fend off anything that grips.
If this awful-sounding creature
Makes you frightened, you’d be wrong
For this lumpy little sucker’s
Just a mere 3 inches long!
Those crimson rims I still taste,
Your pretty thoughts I constantly chaste
Hunted by those orbs filled with certainty,
One I’d be blessed to gaze till eternity
Lingering touch I feel,
That portal of another thrill
Hollowness I can’t articulate,
In this coldness I’m intoxicate
Wistful for the warmth of your voice,
Doubting if patience was the right choice?
this storm of paws
on gangled limbs,
lead questing noses
above counter rims,
a whine, a bark
or playful yips,
those rough house days
of tumbled flips,
a world so new
so wonder wide,
eager running leaps
to nature's call abide,
now at dusk these settled storms
slept as dark falls like the dew,
a twitch, a snore, a growling dream
anxious yet for morning new.
when life has gotten to be too much
for me to handle
and I feel like a storm is coming my way
when the sky seems like its falling
and the my heart is beating fast because all
my worries are quickly building up
and the weight on my shoulders is crushing me
tears are brewing on the rims of my eyes
and my lungs become tight
I close my eyes
put on my headphones
and go to a place only I know
Distant dogs bark
Rain clouds
in the internal weather
of the yet unknown
~
Did we, like satellite moons,
on the outer orbital rims
of a blind universe
just collide?
~
She brushes my long hair,
the hair is a ghost
long fallen.
A barbershop chorus
modulates its harmonics.
~
A deaf television blares
out of his coffin.
He has changed channels;
gone are ears of the watchers.