Short Sinews Poems

People's live matter
Muscles and sinews connect
Racism shutter....

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america spends
billions on sinews of war
less to feed the poor


Date written: 01/08/2020...

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Dances ...
Just like a dream ...
His body sinews glow
With the sweat of his exertion ...
Perfect.



Penned 5 june 2015...

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Boat yard lights disguise,
Twisting sinews of the tide.
Surging waters rush.
Moon-pulled flow, fierce undertow,
Stole my love to depths below....

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Sinews like steel traps,
Contracting and expanding.
Rhythm of movements
In fluidic four-four time;
Black stallion racing the wind.
...

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... is a sticky, gooey mask
    that eats into
    the skin


... and flesh, quietly, slowly,
    gnawing at the bones
    and sinews


... of the wearer's
    hidden, real
    face!...

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DJ Drop the needle on the record
And send strong waves singeing my synapses, 
Nudging my senses, confounding each cord 
Composing my sinews to move in accord, 
Enthralled by the notes dancing on the staff....

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shackled
daily wager
sweat of brow not so sweet
muscle and sinews strain, work out
to earn dough for bread, and to work out, too
cyclic diurnal grind of life
cliched, i know, but true
god's creation
enchained...

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Looming large is the languid condition,
combing my psche with arid plots,
Tombing  is the state like vortex,
Dooming it looks to dawn on me eternally,
That is my inability to make sinews in
                              indigent life!...

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in the sinews of my mind
there's not much place for logic
the heart rules with an iron fist
and passions stirred do simmer

i don't care much for chaos
but these are the cards i'm dealt



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on September 27, 2022...

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The poem that sinews on a concept is not iconic.
Despite the torpid pen, the poem may be born sonic.
It lives, adores, and has beautiful kindness.
Laced with subtle clarity in metaphors and fineness.

Written: November 08, 2022...

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Holding on to a sliver of hope
That the day will bring good fortune
Though I fear I'm at the end of my rope
And the fall below is grand.

Eye to eye with a final thread,
Splintering into sinews.
I've wasted my time to stay ahead
and dealt my own lost hand....

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disjointed efforts pulling sinews apart
inside the coliseum of sexual contest
an ensanguined sheet is waved
relentlessly taunting the stubborn beast

their saline soaked hides
give meaning to the matador's intent
without spilling the bull's blood
he sighs with lament...

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Here is the yeast of thought that like the dough,
though it become suppressed, is rising still
within two souls whose vision is just one,
then beaten once again becomes the bread,
the mounting God,  
the sinews shared, 
the death of self,  
the breath of life.
             ~...

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We have been coaxed by honeyed words,
Deranged by colonized thoughts, my sons.
Our sinews have furnished their bans
While we are submerged in poverty’s fangs.

You hold to each others’ throat
Nourished with daggers from intruders’ moats. 
Is this how you want My bloodline to end?...

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Coats of shimmering autumn,
pied shadows, blinding snow
Time and mist have scribbled fear
into the sinews

LIBERUM Divisa 3 Poetry Contest 
Gregory R Barden 
Tuesday Dec it’s 2020


Original poem
Winged Steeds of Mist
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/winged_steeds_of_mist_933961...

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stretched taut against a golden sun
whipped by a salty breeze
white sheets entice sea-fragrant skies
earth's pungent scent seize

weary skin and bone . . . sinews worn
surrender to the fine
cotton softness perfumed by clouds
heaven and earth entwine

Faye Lanham Gibson
© March 26, 2015...

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In making seem true what is pretended to be,
     hypocrisy can be unpretentious
          in fulfilling itself in ways grim
               and hideous.

it is a mask that eats into the skin and flesh,
     so quietly gnaws at the bones 
          and sinews of the wearer's 
               face....

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Sacred sinews, porous blood and all
A heartbeat tracked for which
Love can ring its beated call

The wind breathes through me
As caterpillars dance
Innocent creatures becoming
Man, dazzling their hidden run

Planets are poised
Starlight throbs adjacent
Galaxies swirl beneath the sea
All to bring your love back to me...

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Lights in dark,
a turning plough,
tube of tin and roar

with faces in a
box, high above
cold woods, streams and fields

and real life.Sinews below
rest and frim,
eyes turn to heaven

to the prison of
bad air, mocked angel,
packed life.

And should they
fall from the sky;
there is a kinship in distress....

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Listen to poem:

meandering
hills and hillocks
the autumn orb
casts its golden glow
across paved paths
the ones less traveled
circumnavigating
childhood memories
borrowed backroads
in the sinews of my heart



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on August 19, 2020 for contest SERENITY AWAKENED sponsored by REGINA MCINTOSH...

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Sown is a season of glistening deceit, 
A biting canvas signed by Jack, 

Boreas rages over land and sea, 
Burning flesh with northern winds,

Stripped  arthritic sinews plead,
End this ice dome lock in, 

White blinded adventurers,
Navigate the ramblings of a cold dictator,

Winter slaves man and all,
Until the fire storm returns,...

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Hurl each word well,
Offer your best;
Wise words now dwell.
Wonder finds quest;
Offer your sure heart,
Note quest that thrills;
Dare then bold start,
Expand fond will;
Rise with calm mind.
Stretch sinews here;
Exhort clear finds,
Exploit warm cheer;
Keep a sure tact,
Stir worthy acts.




Leon Enriquez
18 October 2014
Singapore...

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Hypocrisy, you see, can be truly 
      unpretentious
in making seem true what is pretended 
      to be;
but it fulfills itself in ways quite grim 
      and hideous;


it is a sticky, gooey mask that eats into 
      the flesh
and skin, quietly, slowly gnawing 
      into the bones
and sinews of the wearer's hidden, 
      real face!...

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Maturity is for the birds
I heard the vultures gossip 
Over sinews and crunchy bones
At the time it seemed almost prophetic 
When I saw the crows
Coming down 
For leftovers 
Ravenous joining fun
Over spirits and fine innards 
The special guest forgotten
And true a nameless victim 
But, maturity is for the birds 
An attribute only wasted on some...

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