Short Sac Poems
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Conformity
Shackles
The
Mind
Creativity
Squashed
Pacing
The
Hopeless
Cul-de-sac
Swallowing
The
Dregs
Of
Society.
Walking in circles
Of depression
Silence the ever present killer
On the cul du sac
Of life
Inspired by the Rat Pack
six old potatoes
soft and dusty in darkness ...
bottom of the sack
22 February 2023
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Heaviness felt over the shoulders
As a sac of bricks that drags you
To the deepness of a calm lake
Drowning to undiscovered emotions
6-16-2016
My mom and dad met in the gut of an insect!
As a kid, I was packed in a sac not so perfect;
When I am mature,
I make myself sure
To infect a human when the insect does inject
Spring
ripples
through luscious
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of
poppies
red.
mother was a stranger father
monstrous demon
metabolised
my tooth hurt meadows red
mysterious youth beckons
softly
no one is perfect
nothing is perfect
perfectionist is a neurotic
lost in his dark cul de sac
Form:
Brooding in the uncertain footpath
A new slant is not seen nearly
Holding back to think clearly
Which steps to follow next
Dwelling in a bleak
Dead end tunnel
Hoping to
See the
Light
2-15-2016
I've chosen this path
to take by my own free will
I'm in no hurry
at this cross section
the road less travelled is good
I'm glad to be here
in this cul-de-sac
of sedentary and still
thinking, as an art
a time capsule locks inside my head ~ box of gray matter lined with lead
pipe dreams and u bends from a life i led ~ sealed off now until i’m dead
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Howmanysyllables 2x17
02/27/23
AI’s answers—a sad, cold vibe—
To a life lived by the book, beside.
A sclerotic sense, a pallid dread,
When doctrinaire or fanatic is read.
A code’s cul-de-sac moment: prose-weaver’s craft, soaring!
Literature—a proclaimed soul-stirring engineering.
Cul de sac
Cul de sac
not to turn back !
Pure destined :
Determined.
Inevitable
Not changeable.
Entrance without exit
to meet
blind lane.
Amen !
02/09/23
Choose a title
Contest by Edward Ibeh
I travelled like the sun in the sky
With route unknown and path unsaid
Lone to shine like gold in the day
Unremembered, assumed to be okay.
As I search and search for the end to this all
A cul de sac, a blocking wall
My prayers go unheard and I travel on.
Spring
ripples
through luscious
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of
poppies
red.
10/10/2020
Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
I carry my heart heavy like a sac full of gold,
But it isn't precious.
I carry my heart heavy like I wanted to cry.
But it isn’t real.
I carry my heart heavy like I wanted to end my life,
But I didn’t.
So don’t carry your heart heavy, for it is the only reason you are sad.
“I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream”
Ice Cream lyrics by Howard Johnson 1927
LICKETY-SPLIT
pied piper’s sprint
in a child’s cul-de-sac
dishy melody
little legs come running forth
taking their licks in no time
9/18/2020
His name was Brown, his face was black
he walked alone outside a shack.
A siren sang across the track
and signaled clear the next attack.
A man in blue (a maniac?)
took aim and made the morning crack .
Like stones around a cul-de-sac,
six bullet holes frame Michael's plaque.
The infant
in that Isuzu
Doesn't find this
Funny one bit.
Crossing the cul-de-sac
I was even disciplined
for doing so
without guidance.
And to what avail?
Pink berets, tightening
my hair down
into the summer sun.
It was that movie
that perhaps changed
things.
Or was I the
Impostor all along?
Refreshing breeze singes,
The outside air.
A Nightly freeze,
Walks softly-up the stairs.
Singing softly to ones self,
Pitter-patter of filth
Deem less, sac-religious
Prosthetic knees,
Deemed unworthy on a shelf,
Wrought so deeply, mind in guilt
Seeming outrageous,
Yet, soft as silk.
Form:
Just think what we went thru to get here?
Was it worth it?
Each and every event and incident?
All unique and memorable
or not, depending on the outcome
There are those who revel in loss
And those who like success
Both are equal of opposite spectrums
Like the string on a yoyo
Forever tangled together
I came upon a widow, black,
carrying a poison sac.
I asked her what was in her purse.
She suggested I call a hearse,
giving me a terrible fright,
asking if she could have a bite.
Your attentions, ma'am, I rebuff.
Of this chat, I've had enough.
I'm afraid, kind sir, it's too late.
I've already fixed your fate.
There are words
sermonizing unto others
yet silence can tell no lies
Outside some unknown soul taps
at the Window
The wind swirls
at a given time
Mother nature is perplexed
The corridor will led us to a cul de sac
where the silence
plies its own truth
where shadows darken,
merging with the night
snow
d u s t e d
t
n a
u i
o n
m s
nestled sleepily
amongst~
verdant cul-de-sac
mental obstacles impede
interferes slows down
obstructs progress that
can be made
closes off cuts off
future progress that
should be made
allowing the past
mistakes to overtake
the memory
hindering any movement
in a more positive direction
creating a stand off
standing at a dead end
within the cul-de-sac of the mind
The insider,
of a windowless room
outreaches a gun.
A signature assault
nips at your heels
in revenge.
Mind in a rubber sac,
in search of-
a real country.
A balloon thought,
soars high, towards infinity,
to snoop at the god.
You should have
myriad tears, for the
fallen,*Black Beauty from unknown.
Satish Verma