Short Shut In Poems
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"You have the right to be right, the right to be wrong, and the right to keep your mouth shut in both instances."
1/15/2023
green sleeve of his coat
the lifeless cold of his hand
eyes shut in Winter
too young for rose-scented grief
the unbearable sirens
4/25/2019
Slit skin
Blue vein
Silence in a room shut in
Cutters pain
Mercy for an end
Over and over again
End just to begin
Angels and bloodstains
Heaven's trade in
One dying wish
-e.g.
Shut in this open world thoughts jogging through my
mind, I want to walk forward but always running
behind trying to catch a glimpse of what could of been,
hating myself because i didn't win.
Form:
Such a dull life, as permits
One for to dream through!
In budding to be admired
Warmly kissed, desired
Magnolia reflects, wintered
For shut-in worldview
Stilly rapt, what for beauty's
Growing sense does please.
grey fumes pass over blue skies
an unbreakable cycle
there is no recollection of the beginning
and no fault of breath
just endless repeat
to escape being shut in
is like escaping death itself
you will grow tired
and it will always catch up
this was always guaranteed
Mouths agape, we watch
In shock,denial and accept
Take overs, political and business
Royalty wants and gets control
As you are shut in, to shut up
The new abnormal rules
To those who know, shhhh
To those who don't, watch the numbers
Business unusual in the neighborhood
The fat sonbird WARBLES a love song
as it sits aside
a GURGLING brook that SPLASHES
shards of sunlight into the trees
who MURMUR their intimacies
to each other
as the splintered door of a nearby shed
SLAMS shut in the wind.
The noon bell RINGS.
November 13, 2021
On the cusp of a stranded daze
a chance is born
Straddling each strand of
a falling raindrop
Accompanying its fate a crust
soon forms
Wavering from solidity
to pangs
The eyes shut in reverence of
a faintly gaze
That renders all chances unseen
In the dazzling array of sight
two tears reverse
In the swelling cloud of woe
true treasures ply
Form:
snow cool
snow delightful
woke up still asleep
stumbled to the coffee pot
walked past the window
whaaat?!
snow deep
snow shakes
sis in Nashville
sis at airport
snow aware
snow not going anywhere
shut in, steep hill, leg issues
nevertheless enjoying the view
snow cool
snow delightful
Luxurious lady on a heavenly hike
sHe was so christ like
go Tend to the sick and shut in as a leisure labor
epiTomizing a godly behavior
a livIng likeness of christ
was on Earth
bowing Presence- she was of god
her soul Annointed
true righTeousness embedded
throughouT her heart
an earthly cOmmander on earth for god the father,the son, and the holy ghost
thank you ! ameN.
As our eyes shut in darkest night.
Angels envy our love for each other.
Our smiling faces with closed eyes.
Our sweet temporary farewells until we wake to say good morning.
Angels swoon in romantic daydreams.
That a love smaller than ours would grace them.
That our embrace would fall into Storyland.
Angels stand awake in envy watching closely at our very own love's melody.
I look forward to days,
That I'm free to shed my cheerful facade,
Free to wallow in self pity and gloom.
Days that the darkness that has been shut in my dark cupboards are free to roam,
Serenading me with their exotic tune of despair and self loathing,
Where I'm free to revel in my darkest hours.
A place where no warmth of love and comforting words can reach me,
I long for those days, twisted as it sounds.
PAINS
It accompanies always
They say
A pinch of pains
With love
It also dismays as
We don’t seek remedy
For this heart- wrench
It encloses heavenly feelings
No where found other than
From within lips,
Like drops of tears rolling out
On cheeks shut in
The refracting sun within
I wanted to perch
Velvety wings of butterflies
On my words
Under their shadowy guise
They could convey
The misery of mankind
Nights have passed by since my Farewell at school.
Opening my presents I screamed like some fool.
Singing loud tunes eyes shut in the shower,
Talking with toys while watching 'Fawlty Towers',
Alone at peace in school walking round the tree,
Licking a 10 cents popsicle sugar free,
Going swimming and crushing on my teachers.
I’ve never thought I’ve had a lot going on
At least….. till the day I’ve done nothing but yawn.
I'm 83
and it's coming for me
or so I've been told
stay in place
don't show your face
be where I don't want to be
all alone in my home
fresh air will set me free
I'll wash my hands
and take much care
but I refuse to stay shut in
when you see me out
just lookout
don't cough, sneeze
or touch me
they'll find a cure
of that I'm sure
a shot will keep it at bay
at 83 I've got lots to see
coronavirus
...not for me
As a parent I drool
To send kids back to school.
Far too much frantic fun
Drains me shallow, no pun.
Rowdy, raucous ransack
Leaves calm space out of whack.
Summer - precious and short -
For adults I’d retort .
Hot spot, wasted away
On young - I dare to say.
Blatant truth to be told -
Schools should shut in the cold.
For all we care or know
Children thrive in the snow.
August 22, 2022
Nihilist
Nihilist say we are here for no reason,
say logic in fact has no chance,
But we are born every season,
to lowlife and better half dance,
no memory of why do we suffer?
No recall of love in the mist,
hanged like the odd Cattle Duffer,
the burn on me neck do insist,
ironic we lack some good reason,
door shut in the well of the mind,
i'm here for what bloody reason,
the past of the path don't unwind?
Don Johnson
I wait
for hazy clouds to soften noon—
The world dims
as shadows
drag out hues.
Burnt cement stops sizzling,
sparrows quiet their off-beat chatter,
my sore eyes shut in relief—
a final note,
the muted outro—
Until the clouds scatter.
The familiar heat shatters
breezes into embers
filtered through a stinging azure.
So I sit back and
wait.
In stasis, with the cluttered city,
for silence to fall
again—
stuck in a floating sensation, catatonic.
electrical impulses, weightless like water.
breathing, scarf to keep warm.
excitement dying down.
convulsions,beautiful convulsions.
reminders of why action is needed.
filling empty space with nothing,
nothing but wasted oxygen, breathing.
something grabbing hold, tightly.
dragging down into darkness.
the light dims, forget about the light.
battery dies, theres is no light.
shut the door, to keep out the warmth.
Form:
Have you ever danced before the light
Have you ever settled for peace instead of to fight
Have you ever done wrong and you should have done right
This is just a small short sight
You're about to fall but hold on hold on tight
For the life you change from the darkness to enter the lights
Shut in the darkness walking upright
Renewed promises stopping praise of the dark now everything's right
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
12/21/21
Shut in this place
In close, closer, the walls move
Waning light as darkness grows
Ebbing joy and mounting woes
Claustrophobia erecting and waiving its sullen hand
Continually the mercury drops
This place is getting colder
A prisoner locked in a cell
The weary heart longs to bail
Out
Precatory eyes long to see outside
Outside of this place
Away from the cold, dark, moldy dampness
Nigh to warmth, radiance, and light
Out
Out of this place
Shut in three days
howling wind whipping
power lines dangle
Ham and beans simmer
atop the old wood heater.
a head start on tomorrow's hunger
four finally tired
Children asleep in bunches
scattered around the warm barn
Mine and yours tumbled together.
forgetting to be jealous
we know it can't last
Daylight spent carrying wood
and entertaining children
I am all out of games
But nights, heart to heart
we danced by the light of
our sweet winter fire
The body of good fortune is always fragile
and never lasts.
You understand?
All unseen fortunes gently strokes our synapses
and always turns our direction to Potter’s Field
or the penthouse.
The gravity of living in an indifferent city
pulls our hearts to the third rail
so we could feel something
anything but the sensation
perfected by the shut in.
Insomnia is what remains
like the last roaches
who return long after
the poison has settled under the floor board.
Fear is an all-consuming fog
Consuming shining rays of hope and light
Eyes trapped shut in this ash-filled smog
Voices of mania are heard at night
From the kingdom of media in fright
Some go to the beasts to be prey
Wrapped in questions, wanting to see the day
Led by rulers in this Black Death
May the wind blow this fog away
The wind of the sun’s holy breath
Date of poem: January 20th 2023
Contest: Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
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