Short Shouldering Poems
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Bus people really have a lot of time to think:
They are always on
the brink of realizing
what's going on.
Shoulder-to-shouldering
their way along each morning, wishing
they were back in bed, finding
they are spiritually dead and
all the while
bumping
to the sounds
of the streets outside.
Engagement ring.
Wedding ring.
Love making.
Snoreing.
Whether shouldering a cuddle or a good cry,
where ever your journey takes you I want to be by your side.
I believe that you and I can be very happy.
I'm on bended knee.
Will you marry me?
The above is how I'd propose to my fair lady,
However I'm a confirmed bachelour unfortunately.
A white prince on a black horse
Galloping down beaten path
Shouldering the blunt of force
Of incoming rain
Never looking back to see
Where it was he’s coming from
A delicate price, with pride
Firmly going on
Soggy trip to the ocean
To go splash on each wave
Both man and beast meld as one
Heading to their home
Russell Sivey
(I SEE)
anchored by stone spire, rising above ocean's swell; guidance her vision
5-7-5
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(I FEEL)
standing in shadows, shouldering the weight of waves; I am moon's harbour
5-7-5
For Poem Destroyer's Contest "In One Line" MONOKU
Written March 27 2016
Eyes and ears are like thick friends,
A symbol of friendship,
They are sitting together like twins,
Helpful and understanding each other,
When the eyes are in trouble of sight,
Seeking the assistance of spectacles,
Ears quick to support eyes left and right,
By sharing and shouldering the burden of eyes,
Bearing both hands of spectacles over the shoulders of ears!
full of embraces
I was a hug and you a cover
Preceding and proceeding a squeeze
Shouldering
Body temperature exploding
Rising temps
Incorporate consists
Lust rails relentless
I crave inducement, yet in containment
We unlock our embracement
Nothing but our eyes eye are spurning
Must stop burnings
3/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Hollow heart I do not hone
But one of ocean odes I do own.
Into it is no stuffing sewn
But a brave bold broken bone
That is my wish wicked stone.
The darkness dampers but damsel I am not
My body be bought
And though it will rot
Die it will not.
Golden girls gleeful glint
Chosen choir chords calling cold
Smart sugar somewhat smoldering
The world of warlocks she is shouldering.
With a resounding call
Echoing on every side
He came calling
Shouldering burdens
Snapping hurdles
Designing dreams
Mapping trails
Lane after lane
With a determined zeal
Running courses
Reversing curses
Stitching diverse lives
A stitch for every mile
matching words to all in transits
Subtly pacing
Lighting faces
Stimulating dreams
Stirring feathers
Thus leaving a blazing trail
Pretty Broken Things
In dreams I cut away a piece of your hurt
chew it
Bloody and raw
Pain dripping from my chin
Streams of salty warm copper
The way hurt must taste.
In dreams I stand beside you
Shouldering the weight
Impossible bags of wet sand
Heavy like hurt must be.
In dreams I piss out the fires
Lit by the monsters that follow
People like you
Pretty broken things
Born into golden houses
One day
Forgotten by the sun.