Short Shrilling(A) Poems

<Speak me your songs
and I'll reply with your bone's deepest chills,
your blood's chilling boiling point,
and your hearts shrilling aches...

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Like water…
fear seeks its own level
Rich or poor
it wades through our consciousness
Driving us inward
toward sirens of darkness
Shrilling the moment
—with lyres of doubt 

(Hereford Inlet: December, 2021)...

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I didn't drink the brew
because it made me twitch,
and break out in hives,
every where I itched.
She cackled real loud, a
high shrilling pitch,
and hit the broom stick
with a switch, and flew
away in the sky with out a glitch.
Must still be the season of the witch....

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Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness....

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Our feet, wet and bare, marked our track
In pearlescent dew upon the grass
While, bright and fresh, the morning sang:
Two cardinals shrilling,
Autos crawling far-off,
And sun, bright as gold, warm on my face
When, there, in our garden,
Where lilies stood yawning,
I kissed your soft cheek
For what we had done....

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Ideas conveyed in trails of semantics
Or moving over horse and bars in gymnastics
Tumbling, rolling, scribbling phonetics
Reeling, shrilling, scorching like ballistics

Quibbling over ideas and reams of whims
Rattling odd stories of soul's whines and trims
Yours is the power over lines and grims
Absolution or redemption atop one's dreamed
  old gym hymns...

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Hundred steps I made
From soiled ground to the bridge of cursed shade

Three dungeons of heroic souls
Locked up over four hundred in shoals

Living souls of eddies drilling
Dying breaths of  bodies shrilling

Hidden story of men of courage
To die in Atlantic is sweeter than bondage

Eighteen hundred and three was the year
Freedom is the peal in every man's ear....

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In a magical clearing just south of here,
There are fire breathing Dragons you will fear,
Their scales are sharp and their roars are shrilling,
The petite but strong Huffle-winks are there for the purpose of killing,
The horrid beasts that claim the land,
Riding on their Dragonflies hand in hand,
In the clearing size does not matter,
The tiny little heroes make evils plan shatter.

June 3, 2018...

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fear to uncover a mysterious pain
reach a depth of darkness hell
she blocked me out, and 
heaped hills within hills
masked her ravaged heart 
with forceful smile
her lips stayed shut, yet
spoken without a sound
crumbling body ruins, 
banned from a touch of love.
wistful eyes drowned 
in a floating tears
throaty voices rambles
with a shrilling voices
in a haughty wall, oppressed,
is where she lays in frail...

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If this dance be the last
For I see them throwing spears - 
Not for its sport
This dance, a shrilling one.
When we come home for showers
Diapers of our babies, drenched,
Such aroma; a sweet-sour tale to tell
For being ready was the dance for...
Only the dead wishes not for this dance
But the living accustomed to its essence 

Such a dance we struggle to get
Yet, a dance we fear to leave 
Nor a dance to tango for!...

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Sam sends smileys,
Sheila seeks sobriety;
Siberian skies shed sadness!
Seven Swallowtails swirl,
sunset sets scenic shades:
scintillating, stunning, 
stimulating, sparkling!

Sordid sentiment stays sentient,
safeguarding searing sailing ships;
sailors sit still sipping scotch,
soaring seagulls start shrilling:
somber, sorrowful symphony!

Sordid sea swerves ship,
storm stirs subdued senses;
Simon strums strings...
sober Samuel sings!...

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There is a man that no one likes
He's been standing out in front of my house for several days now
I wish that he would go away
My grandmother has become very sick
My nerves are shot and the man outside does not help
One night i woke up to a shrilling breeze that left me the chills
When I went back to bed I noticed a bottle of pills on my night stand
With night covering me with its silk blanket I paid them no mind
The next morning the mysterious man was gone
Grandma! Grandma!...

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