Short Scab Over Poems

for crying out loud, / lick your own damn wounds before / they being to scab...

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a squatter or scab,

drags his house, like a shell cab,

that's the hermit crab!...

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He whom Bares False Witness
Really isn't a witness at all
But a SCAB on the behind
             Of humanity!...

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Winter spreads silver skin over lake blood,
weaving the shores together
in a smooth, crystal scab...

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if time heals all wounds, I have no scab and it’s been over twenty ~years

















12/13/2021
Alexis Y....

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Covered thinly, by a bloody clot.
Unhealed.
Congealed.
Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress
fulfilled.
That your body is still here
is the best that can be said 
of this,
the first year....

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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it sink like an anchor at sea?
or reek like a corpse and then rot?
Does it ache like a broken bone? or scab and scar over like a battle wound?
Maybe it just spoils like old milk
or does it expire?...

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The first stab
Barely pierced the skin,
So I let it go.
The second,
A little deeper,
A little more painful,
But still,
I forgave you.
The wound began to
Scab over,
And  you broke through,
And the pain is so
Unbearable,
And I've had enough....

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Listen to poem:

Breaking News 
David J Walker

Fliberty flimm flamm 
Giberty gib 
Skiberty skib scab 
Floperty flib 
Zippity do dah 
Pigerty pigg 
Rigerty wash rag
Oily rig
And that’s why 
You will die
Unless you 
Giberty jig 
More as details become available...

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Mid 60's brother's band
I am a gloved "scab" on bongos and
helter skelter on county fair drums
They play their backyard hearts out
my summer of learning all instruments
Music, playing parties of various venues 
two lifelong brotherly loves.
Thanks Denny....

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Love's Scar

Is like
a wound
With a scab
that peels..

Love's Scar..

Is like
a wound
that stings
after it has healed..

When all 
has been revealed..

Love's Scar..

Is all
that's left
for us to feel..

Love's Scar..

Love's Scar..

07/07/15
D.C....

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              Clenched teeth 
              harbor a growl;
     The sound is mine not yours;
     Dominant except around me;
                 Love bites;
 Incisors that leave puncture marks 
       that never build a scab;
               All you say is 
                  ‘Harder.’...

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I was a lover of your body,
but I am even further a lover of your soul...
Your body is missing from me,
but your soul was never absent...
Our love was not a scab
that falls over time...
An invisible, universal oil
Will Join us
skin to skin,
shoulder to shoulder
so we will duel
against each other
but beside for   love that didn't cease
since it's eternal......

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We look at the clean, perfect face,
feel that smoothness
against the backs of our fingers,
long to stroke it with our fingertips,
place our lips against it, sniff, rub gently.
That was yesterday.

Today, fingernails dig
into a scab on that skin.
Try to pull it off that face, let out blood?
Do you still love it,
that flesh, that skin?
That being? Today?

(11 Dec 2023)...

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Friends 
Friends 
 
 
They slam my fingers in their car doors they hit me everyplace that hurts when 
eye have a sunburn and when eye have a sore a scab is soon long gone from 
punches from my friends they love to hit the face and other places hurt when my 
friends get mad at me or when they simply want to act so tough and have some 
fun what good is enemy to me when friends are one....

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I see them in the dank and dark
advancing in the midnight’s glare,
slithering back from daylight’s spark.

I lie awake in dark and stare
at visions, long past memories,
taunting me with reality’s flare.

I see world-worn, torn tapestries
in monotone colors so drab
like cheap mottled accessories.

So sharp my past, a bleeding scab,
erased by morning’s vicious jab....

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Oh death your sting will plea
rejoice cancerous vile flesh.
And scab bandages the angel's plea.
of bliss to rest from arrogant men.

Mode I do abhor the card
casting of my flesh moray.
Lipstick stains and gill vanguard
tears swift by tram alleyway.

My memories the broadsword
thing left to hold me to thane.
Womb called life resale abhorred
permeability train.
Headed in the quest of
finality....

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Something is coming 
We are freezing
Days when we want to do everything
But all we can do is that studying and nothing
After reading exam paper we feel muzzy
And before reading it we feel buzzy
Our minds din
Then we pin
Everything seems lour 
But we have to create pour
Wish it could be a strike lab
So we would have become scab
I am afraid they are coming
We are freezing
I pray to those exam days 
Please go easy on us...

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A gravel mountain path, is shadowed between tall 
      face ashen scab trunks, sprinkle occasional 
   carpet moss, ferns, shrubs, ivy vines, and fallen 
      live-in hollow logs. Underneath the aspen 
   crown, friends ride their mountain bikes under clear
      sky. An amusement roller coaster, appear 
   wearing down turns and bends, mark road behind them. 
      Heartbeat reverberate, swimming before them.


8/11/2021...

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The wound saddened her and the scab would not dry.

She is frayed but with dignity sews and patches herself.

Time ticks as she waits patient, alert for the door closing.

And she waits.

Her clothes are torn from too many washings.

Too many stains.They should be thrown away.

But with tenderness she tries to make it work,once more.

And she waits

If you can hear me . Now is the time for help.

Sewing her dreams one by one helps and the waiting....

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The UK just sanctioned a jab
That scientists made in a lab
My best friend, Maxine
Just had the vaccine 
Which left just a tiny green scab

Her husband was lying in bed
He lay there with eyes full of dread
He didn’t expect
This weird side effect
His wife had just grown a new head

Then Christmas arrived right on cue
And Santa had had the jab too
And while it sounds silly
He’d grown a new Willy
And Maxine screamed... I’ve got one too....

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I walk the streets at night
Alien within
Like a scab that’s fallen
Off my skin
I feel detached

I’ve been here before
So often and never
A bolt that’s just come loose
Walking here forever
Surfaces I scratched

The cold wind
I feel within reminds me
I have known all this
I smell it in the air
The moment snatched

All is different now
Heels hard on the pavement
As corner after corner turn
Shoulder to the wheel
A feeling I can catch...

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Stranded, half awake 
on the exhausted ends 
of an evening, the minds
graveyard keeper sometimes 
lets occupants loose.
You can feel their cold feet
walk the corridors 
inside your head, 
picking over a secret
or a hidden fear, lifting
the scab of a hurt.

It becomes a familiar haunting,
in time a few become friends.
They know their way
and make themselves at home
before tiptoeing back 
to their place of sleep.
It takes a lifetime to give
each headstone a name....

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When will I understand protection is a unconscious mutation
Feeding off a unmanned ego while angels and demons cause aberration
The scab is bleeding and sliding off into the depressing depot of allegation
Ugly, still hiding below the repressing master of acclamation

Breathe in the fresh air of the depressive headmaster
Clinical and brash he has the mind of a succubus
Cleave out the abrasive control with my mind racing faster

Urgent to a brainwashed child, a testimony to torment...

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