Short Rubble Poems
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amazing
how a man can stand so proud
amongst the rubble
and the snow
with eyes so pained
in boots that won't shine anymore
Form:
rubble of social dysfunction
spilled from the lip of time
shards of humanity’s decay
sleep in layered mounds
beneath eternity’s cold moraine
Satan is the sand; God is the rock
To whose power do you want to flock?
When life's storm causes trouble
The devil's side will just be rubble!
Cousin To Each of
Cousin To Each of
thinks the rubble of
homes after
earthquakes should be
shared, swapped, between the
homeowners.
Life in our rubble
Repel red army
Fake news? Friends don't bomb children
Don't just survive, thrive.
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The hand of Art writes small
Across the crumbling wall
Of human years:
But bullets’ burst and spark
Engrave a deeper mark
Than poet’s joys or tears.
Some subtle Trouble in Minds so muddled-
With one small thought, reduced to rubble
This Agony will more than double
When the Truth "pops" me like a bubble...
painful as a drill
my fleeing love
like a broken mirror
with only faults
a joy found in a heap
within the rubble of its absence
Is Earth just Trump’s orange bubble
That he can fashion to rubble?
Let’s anticipate
Don's schemes oh so great
That quickly make his wealth double!
I want to be more than,
the tears in your eyes.
I want to be the blood,
in your veins.
To seal and heal your wounds,
and fill your heart every second.
(Never really done one of these before, but the news report this morning inspired me to do a
senryu)
standing midst the rubble
homeless Haitians
sing their prayers
Out of the rubble,
And through trouble.
My hopes, doubles.
Weaving together,
This fair weather.
Evil dare tether.
In mental telepathy,
Feel no empathy,
With sympathy.
Form:
If you live in your whole life in a bubble
You are undoubtedly asking for trouble
Like a preordained curse
Your bubble will be burst
But at least there won’t be any rubble.
Speak your truth, I have often heard –
Problem is, there is only one truth,
and it is seldom a man's word.
one's own truth if not innately noble
can make of a world, dreadful rubble
The cleaning ladies are here today oh boy!
We'll soon get through the rubble oh joy!
It's like a bomb went off
There's swimmies in my broth
Doing the backstroke and yelling ahoy! center>
The warning stands tall
Yellow diamond of dread
Stones tumble toward the surf.
Watch the ocean cliffs
Brake before the rubble strikes
Safe past crashing waves below.
(inspired by Casarah Nance)
Remember-
When a burning passion runs amok
and leaves you smouldering in the rubble
that a heart's made from the shape of two teardrops
and therein lies the trouble.
now years later,
walking down those rubble and dirt,
which creak in agony,
i am reminded of that innocent face,
which once washed cold ashore,
on a bloody dreadful day,
when the world stood still.
Form:
from emerald woods
cascades’ blue bursts through cleaved rocks…
wet glaze hues rubble
May 1, 2020
Syllable count : 5/7/5
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I'm truthful, whenever there's trouble.
So to call a spade, a spade, is just rubble!
Therefore, what I'm about to tell you,
is honest and true
I don't call it a spade - it's a shovel!
The cleaning ladies are here today oh boy!
We'll soon get through the rubble oh joy!
It's like a bomb went officially
There are swimmies in my broth
Doing the backstroke and yelling ahoy!
Ashes drift
to the ground
like black snow,
and smoke curls
upward from
the rubble like
ghostly figures
emerging from the
grave.
A skeleton now looms
in the clearing,
surrounded by heaps
of its charred flesh.
haven broken bubble
start seeing all the rubble
People walking stumble
would they would complain
drove me crazy and insane
which way they remain
better leave alone
or be blown away by drone
had to set the tone
The cleaning ladies are here, oh boy!
We'll soon get through the rubble, oh joy!
Perhaps a bomb went off
There's swimmies in my broth
Doing the backstroke and loudly yelling ahoy!
© Jack Ellison 2016
No one knows the rubble I’ve seen.
Nobody knows but DEEEshus.
I stop washing dishes and turn around.
My four-year-old is belting this out with gusto.
These dishes?
She nods.
Where did you learn it?
In church.
Okay.