Short Sawn Poems

a lovely white swan
 sang as she waltzed on the pond
            hi and very low
  rendering viewers speechless
    Is this her final sawn song...

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Cindy was really a man
You could tell by the size of her hands
So one day in Bournemouth
She had them both sawn off
But now she can't shave her beard...

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Her Monalisa smile set my teeth on edge
In my hitman diary her name i etch!
Dusk to sawn i hit up for the shooting star
Rolling around with a 9mm and a old guitar!...

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SOUNDS   I   LIKE

Hiss of waves in seas
Wood being hand-sawn in chunks
Howling wind through trees
Key in lock heavy oily metallic clunks

Baby’s gurgling at a bottle teat
Cat’s  throaty purrs on my knee
Man’s  whistling at  work  in the street
Kettle being filled with water for tea...

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aura seeped'n seals
trained by breech
entrenched in smirk
leering limbs lurch
saucy smirk spank
face into trance

lusty lips weave
hoisted hankering hymns
rustling robust rhythm

jumpy jazz jolts
per punctured pores
sappy song sawn

admirer nursing gores
felon face prod.
    '20:02:07:19:23...

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Sharp jagged edges tear through my skull
running backwards and forwards
creating heat, as only your words can
	
Nerve ends jangle
trying to understand the sensations
of torn skin
of bone displaced
of blood in strange, new places
 	
Then comes the ultimate reward -
my mind is opened






...

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tHE pLANER  PARES AWAY THE
ROUGH
THINK IT'S HAd enough
it's a model
of perfection
the planer differs from the sawn
the printed instructions
have been draw
smooth surfaces
who hast chorened
made it easier
to do the thing 
Baby let me hear you sing
love listening to your voice
love you more than anything
what so ever
it's your chose
Play your bassoon
the orchestra will groove
jammin to the music
sounds to make your
body move...

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Frisson Moments
(free-sawn)
By: Miracle Man
7/12/2020

Early life was filled with frisson times,
lately, it resembles a basket of peach centers.
Analyzing the two, it’s been two distinct lifetimes,
anxiety has made me one of life’s dissenters.

I’ve heard that “early to bed and early to rise”,
and I’ve often wondered, if true, this be.
Will it “make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise”? 
thus far I’m batting 000 for three.
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Denuded by the wind and rain
A tree without its bark stands
Dead but rooted still.
Its limbs not fallen off, but sawn.

As headless as a Grecian statue is.
A sun bleached desert tan
With arbitrary swirls of gray.
This driftwood’s half a continent away

From either ocean’s seething waves.
Woodpeckers have hammered out
Whatever’s left of life inside.
How can so dead a thing, be this sensual?

More erotic than a tree
Has decently a right to be....

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Standing guard a once majestic neighborhood
Sawn apart from natures living wood
Dusted grey by ages blowing by
Dilapidation falls, the cities cry

By malfeasance where once a palace stood
Against the wild desires to render dark
Wrought by charge, another face demands the final dollar
Disgraced by greed misplaced, a disposition now unsteady

So like us the bleeding out
No respect to spare a face
Grief our legacy to failed belief
Lonely sentinels in a stricken place...

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