Short Sinewy Poems

With chisels, carvers
Chip away bits and pieces
Sinewy fibre;
What emerges from the wood
Is the essence of its soul....

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STRIPPED DOWN
BARE
CUT TO THE QUICK
MY HEART
FRAGILE AND SINEWY 
MY BRITTLE BONES
ACHE
STIFF AND HOLLOW
A BUTTERFLY CAUGHT
PINNED INSIDE THE GLASS....

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Your anger is like 
the sinewy arm
that cracks the bullwhip
of your words,

tearing deep strips 
from the soft flesh
of my heart.

You can't hear
me crying,

can you?...

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his sinewy hands
                                       looked over the vast expanse 
                                          sweat drops and meanders












            haiku toils voyage/ Copyright (C) rajat kanti chakrabarty 11/26/2014...

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The powerful, upward thrust of the skyscrapers
The sinewy curves of the lake and the river
The throbbing pulse of the trains and the traffic
The musky scent of the hot dog carts
And the sultry moans of a feral saxophone echoing through the streets. 
Yes, Chicago!
You are a sexy beast!...

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Playing With Fire

(Unfinished)

Virulent tendrils of aching need

Fanning smoldering desires

Entangled in a burning embrace

Sinewy bodies dancing in place

Consumed by the passions we feed

Longing needs tenderly conspires

Tempestuous intense tensions

Demanding passionate release

rlm
'09...

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Sinewy muscle
sliding through the air.
changing curves,
gliding on a breeze,
streaming white,
across a backdrop
ofcerulean blue,
graceful, soft, calming,
a seagull in flight,
she movesletting the dance enfold her,
in it's sweet rhythm,
'til the music slowly fades,
and she gently flows down,
to the ground....

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Outside my window it does stand, a guardian so grand.
Larger than most, older it seems, is the tree evergreen.

Sinewy bark and leaves do grace a silent sentinel in place.
Year long shade it does cast while other trees do not last.

Perfect shape for a perfect tree the deepest color I see.
Before I was the tree did be and will remain after me....

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WINTER’S WEEPING

Winter’s weeping
   branches breaking
      barricading 
         my path

sinewy arms of the creek
   grab my ankles
      swelling

too sweet
   the taste of flickering flakes
      cooling down the thick black ice

i slam hard the door
   the dark beckons
      i light a sardonic candle
         and awaken


12/8/2018...

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Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.

May's slate gray 
muffles the air until I hear 
the chameleon trill
of a mockingbird....

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Lie in a bath of foaming suds to dream
Thinking that I am in your arms again

Can feel your heart beating next to mine
Sinewy legs, round my body entwined

Hot kisses up and down my spine
Whispers of undying love divine

Such dreams so sensual refresh you as true
But I wake up and find I’m not with you.

Dreams so deep do release your pain
Only to feel them begin to ache again...

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Sinewy strong sturdy Seth had his pick of girls
I never date them, he said, if they have any curls.
He broke his own rule when he met my stepmother.
She had gorgeous curls like his youngest stepbrother

We never figured out why he broke his own rule
But handsome hunky Seth is nobody’s fool
He married up, married wise, wealthy and well
They are totally happy as far as we can ever tell...

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Is It The Devil In Me
 
The devil in me
says take it.
Take the pen and be master
of your destiny.
I fear the walls are thin
between us
and you can see
my transparent 
sinewy motives
like tea stains on
words of old books,
maps, atlases of desert dunes
that hold the key to 
fate and destiny, of lovers, 
soldiers and the piety 
of children who do not know 
yet how to hold
a pen....

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No blood, no bone; 
no sinewy flesh can hide muse’s cries.

No muffler stifles; 
any trifles, of muse’s singing soul.  
A celebrant of life is muse alive.

Intonations paint, blue and pinkish skies.  
The greens and gold’s, 
of earth and time; 
how they revel in muse alive.

Muse upon her natural high; 
gifts us with her best. 
Expressions fly from muse alive.
...

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FATHER

His sinewy hands as strong as lion’s
Hold close wobbly me like trellises
Wet sun shone through latticework mangled by harsh wind
In the stormy night we were soaked
Rain came down like maggots
I slept under his wakeful eyes.

Juice trickled from his tissues
My fingers awoke in contentment
To suck his rocky skin with my sisters
We felt like fireside cats.

He died fifty years old....

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Let me weave in a circle divine
a dream-catcher, of sinewy twine,
Securely webbed, and with a centered hole
to catch, the good dreams for you,the soul.

Let the enmeshed thongs 
be strongly woven with Holy-songs,
To keep the night-mares at bay
while you are at rest, slumbering away.

Let my dream-catcher
be your helping angelic watcher
as you peacefully,asleep lay
with your dreams now freely at play....

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Three camels and
A whore
Worked the desert
In the heat of the midday sun

Tanned and sinewy
Plying their trade
Sleeping in 
the chill when done

Transporting goods
 Or transporting men
To them it was all the same

Never looking for more
Than the minimum wage
For something,or someone
To blame

Taking it all upon themselves
the weight of the world as a song
Carrying the sins or the goods therein
they solemnly plodded along...

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The recess bell screeches loudly
Students cramped in quarters
dismiss the high pitch

Ding dong repeatedly it fires
No one surrenders

You and I dazzled 
Speak with eyes only
Seldom twitching, gazing still 
Time trickles down in sinewy
streams of desire 
we are fixed , motionless

This ten minute break bleeds
through the souls of our feet 
breaking our silence

We retreat to separate rooms
 troubling distance between us. 


....

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A wife in each tent
My hearth a tenement
Fecund grove lofty sentiment
Cultivating each manicured accoutrement
Family tree planted in oasis of wine
Fertile sprouts a fruitful sign
Pristine shoots pure genetic thread to enshrine  
Concubines to further seed family line
Pods proliferating in an ocean of brine
Hybrid progeny status will assign
Grafted branches of patriarchal vine
Strong arm, domesticated wings to align    
Sinewy twine to encumber free-flowing bine...

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Oh, she had the lines
the pedigree
an aura of authenticity
shrouded in a symmetrical succulence
undulating and ululating curves
beckoning, beguiling, begging
for a glance, a whisper, a wink
deep almond eyes peering
into the souls of seekers
withering self reliant resistance
challenging the challengers
her sinewy sensuality
wafting across the moon’s blush
a figure cast in shadow
across snow dusted lust 


©11/18/2018


contest – Sexy Poetry Contest
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