Short Smashes Poems
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Change the game
Make it hip
A rock
A paper
A chip
A paper covers a rock
A chip replaces paper
A rock smashes a chip
Into trillions
Of meaningless bits
Concrete cracks
Bridges snap
The sea descends
Ranting and raving
On all our heads
She throws cars like pebbles
Smashes lives
Leaves mud and broken families
Rebellion is a storm It rumbles
Tossing, scouring and rolling stubbornly
It tears here and smashes there
It roars and maul ferociously like a hungry lion
On it is trail ruins and destruction tell its tale
Chic mademoiselles with their sexy French Kisses
Discrete lacy hotels ah, what bliss this is
A Francophile through and through
But I must bid you adieu
As my wife smashes my head with French dishes
11/16/22
Shout and cries rose from the huts
hope and trust absorb their hearts
burn and pain leave the scar of their lives
but grashopper's fly smashes their memories
but the little baby cries' rub the sweat in their palms
troubles end with impossibles.
"Fried Green Tomatoes"
Has a scene, where....star
Kathy Bates...is queen
Non-aggressive, quiet
Lady comes alive
Smashes car six
Times, before our
Eyes, To Wander
She loudly screams
When she says
I'm older
Insurance
Have more
Of...great
Scene
she announces herself days ahead
yet none of us are prepared
she tears us up and spits us out
uncaringly smashes and bashes us
our lives will never be the same
none of us were prepared
even those who thought they were
devastation arrived with a fury and a flurry
As the thunder smacks throughout the night
the little boy still sleeps.
The lightning cracks and shakes the house
but the snores still seem to come.
Rain smashes down on the roof of the house
but the boy just won't awake.
Because he's dreaming of a long lost mother
who died on a day quite like today.
aristocratic
before sand castles slithers
betrayed by water
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aristocratic
before sand castles falls in
whilst getting wet up
~
betrayed by water
surfs is so ever rising up
aristocratic
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aristocratic
surf smashes lone Sand Castle-
aristocratic
3/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
The house struggles
to keep its roof above water
The Gasconade river
smashes it into oaks
that slash the walls
slice the roof
The house thrashes
rips a telephone pole
out by its root
crashes
boards swirl
splinters in brown sludge
The round eye
of the satellite dish
does not blink
before drowning
5/2/2017
The lone wolf howls his fury at the meadow flowers
They are shocked.
Lily says to Lilac, I thought he was supposed to be howling at the moon.
You tell him Lilac whispers.
Wolf stomps past them, angry; hitting the earth hard.
Smashes dandelions and wild daises in his path.
Not me, whispers Lily, long after he is out of hearing.
Holding the ladder
I was hungry
looking at the waiting dawn.
Raw landscape:
narcissism
forages the belly.
Picking up the figs
from passion flowers.
Is that right ?
Can you sow the seeds
on a cloud ?
Unclothed words ?
Stealthily
a guerilla smashes
a summary of centre.
A falconer
releases a prey
to feed an anarchy.
Satish Verma
He’s home from the war.
The young marine throws his kit down,
piss’s in the sink, kicks the cat,
drinks a remaining fifth of J.D.
In a drunken rage
smashes her fine china teapot,
orders her to stop hiding,
threatens to kill her meddling mother,
demands sex
or he'll fork the babysitter.
Eyes wet with a mute sorrow
stiff face screaming:
I love you.
A bright red rose, sitting on my green grassy field
Swishing and swirling, tumbling twirling,
But so its image is precise like day like night
As so the wind smashes against my rose as
Though washing it away like a clean sheet of paper and as
Stars light up above so its streaking its light toward my beckoning rose
And so my bright red rose safe from the wind.
Form:
Window viewing a wall
knows no world other than
brick square against nothing;
laundry blows in the yellow
tinged wind. Flaps mimic
birds flying. Bras trapped by
wooden pins, splintering. Grey
points piercing smoldering
dust and fiber on its way
to the refuse below. A push
from an unseen hot whisper
of foul breath smashes it
into a window viewing a wall.
Black and blue
As a stained checker board.
Pained
Like a stretched cord.
Enough
Stop pulling on me.
Let it go,
Leave it be.
The board creaks and cracks,
Color, it lacks.
On the ground, it smashes to pieces.
All the tension it releases.
The cord snaps in two,
Releasing what you put it through.
This pain is really nothing new,
But it's what is due.
When a coyote walks past your driveway
in the middle of the day
What does proper etiquette say to do?
When a zebra steps hard
on your right foot on purpose
What does your mother say to do?
When a python grows arms
and slides you under the couch to eat you
What does Miss Manners say to do?
When a man kills your feelings
and smashes your trust into bloody bits on a sidewalk
What does your defense lawyer say to do?
I’m so done with the way,
This community stays,
We talk about change,
But look the other way,
All this deviation,
From the people of this nation,
Is causing all of this perturbations.
Being a woman is a sin,
Be thin, Be thick, Be smart,
Play your part.
Act the way this society says, Just so that it suppresses you
and smashes your pride,
“ Just be a good bride “
And you’re just left staring at them wide eyed
This is what love is not,
It comes and breaks people's hearts,
You can't be sure about it,
If the feeling is true or not.
Love is suppose to be a good thing,
All it does when it's over... hurts,
It crushes, burns and smashes hearts,
But that's a risk we all take from the start.
A risk, a chance what's the change?,
Love cannot be arranged,
no one knows when it comes and goes,
When it comes... be prepared to let it go.
Little Oreo is nine months
Already planning his embroidered wall hanging
He’s so lovely he smashes the house,lol
I think he knows he’s spoiled
Can’t quite work his colouring out
Needs to be applied before I make judgement
He’s got a black fur on his face
No distinguishing markings but under his chin
Only white whiskers will make it stand out
And some clever shading.
Little Professor Oreo Double Cream Theodore Esquire.
I see a wrapped gift
It is a china Santa
I’d wanted figures
Of the three ghosts of Christmas
Past, Present and Yet To Come
I drop the figure
It smashes on the hearth stones
Then I spot a note
And wondering what it says
I sweep the smashed china up
The note is from Claus
He says I should be careful
And look after things
He says that I may receive
Dickensian ghosts next year
Jack Horne for Linda-Marie’s Santa's Surprise contest
Summer smashes into Spring with violent heat that leaves the air in a hazy daze. All of the tender, green rain-draped brilliance of young foliage giving way to the drab, sunbaked drowsy green that swelters and gasps for rain all through Earth's yearly simmering. Boiling and drying in invisible and malicious rays, all green tends to brown and lush tends to shrivelled. And so shall oppressive the weight of this season be. Yet, Autumn comes.
A car door slams a spoon falls tingling
as it hits the floor
a person shouts a drunken call as
he hit the floor
a tap drips popping your eardrums
a bottle smashes
it hit a dark and dusky tunnel wall
far deep in to the middle of night
the rain falls soaking the nights floor
i will not fall at the wet floor
to hold you again to love you
i will not sleep i will not eat until your resting here with me
the nightwalker
Man it's been decades
Wishing to myself,
And sing hymns...
Rejoicing to the self,
Just came back from the pits
Opposite the tabernacle of the temple
A G be another ghost so I'm creeping,
Seeking self midst my lower self
Behind bars of pleasure and freed by pain,
Contemplating my next move
As life swifts in time,
Rain hits trees and rocks maintain the ocean,
Deep dives: I'm taking a swim!
From splashes to smashes,
The fall I'm scared of...
Masked as a masquerade
Getting ready to raid
Wearing a plastic smile
Bearing a well packaged missile
Like a chameleon
Covered with many colours
Without one true colour
Liking to be cunny
Allergic to light
Holding darkness so tight
A smiling sadness
Hidden in the cocoon of self
Advices with the intent of vices
And smashes the face
With a slice of shame
Leaving behind doses of bitterness
Mimicry is the hobby
Wanting people to lobby
If you fall a prey
Sit up and learn