Short Smithereens Poems

In smithereens
Like scattered shards of glass
Cold as winter snow
Frozen like ice


Date written and posted: 04/29/2018...

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We are waiting for the giant shoe to drop
Smacking us to the sidewalk 
Then smashing us to smithereens
Because we have been taught to expect the worst
Sadly…....

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We are all of us kings and queens
I don't mean in family genes
But: God loves us to smithereens
We're adopted to royal means
(Jesus is King, Mary the Queen)

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Her smug smile smacked of smarminess,
Smouldering with self-smiting spite,
Her smartness smothered by smooth smirks
Was smashed to smoky smithereens.


12/03/17
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Her smile shattered by the sadistic.
Eve became a statistic.

The serpent tied the sling.
Claustrophobic catastrophe - frail wing.

Her bundle of joys
blown to smithereens, her angel boys.
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The clock shattered in smithereens
but I hold on to the time;
time brought me to you
it would forever bond us
Time broke me away from the prison of my false thoughts
and here I remain UNtethered...

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She crushed my feelings into smithereens
Spitting on them and kicking them with a weird joy
Her face distorted into a Cheshire cat grin
I could see her soul loved hurting me
Her mean knife was sticking out of my side
She made a running jump into it...

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With black broken crayon
vanishing myself in mirror;
but it denied and decided 
to divide into dozens.
Smithereens stare me
showing my sparse face.
But this time i accept it
As it is far more better
than a broken bosom.












August 3, 2020...

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Here lie the few remains of John M. Kyte
He lit a cigarette with a stick of dynamite
[His body was blown to smithereens]
Parts of him were scattered over the county
For which retrieval insured a hefty bounty. 

Written November 29, 2022...

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Blown into tiny smithereens
Festooned with velvet drapes
A nightly dream, what could it mean
Holding the fast escape

Waiting to meet another sun
Dreams lined up the clothesline
Sagging to revive unread plan
Let free my confined mind



Date: March 30, 2015...

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     Emotionally, a wrecked ship 
        Battered to smithereens.
          Tarred and feathered 
By the tempestuous ocean wave 
That is grief. Her faith in the Lord,
  Blueprint for her reconstruction.



Date written: 06/19/2022...

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There is internal combustion
Waiting in my heart
To trigger and blow me to smithereens

It pulsates when people get mean with each other
Lashing out, screaming unkind things,
Threatening and intimidating others.

I can no longer watch the news
Because of the horribleness of it
Because it hurts me
Blowing my heart to smithereens...

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Jack always carried his candlestick,
ready to show off his jumping trick.
His speed and strength were better than luck
and he wanted more bang for his buck.

Cavendish McDare known as Jack-be-quick,
thought he was faster than dynamite wick.
Right before Jack was blown to smithereens,
his mother washed too much starch with his jeans....

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Feral Fragments

Ghostly gloom, born of foreboding stillness,
Cut to smithereens - shattered shards of energy escape
From whirlwinds in feral fragments with serrated cutting edges -
Wary night watch warned of sirocco's spinning untamed spiral catastrophe.

From Fractured Fragments
9-7-21
Contest Liberum Divisa 7
Sponsor: Gregory Barden...

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shallow breeze stutters
severing saucy alphabeta
wielded wind weaves
into punctured pieces
fostering felon feasts
bounty blurs breed

locked lips split
aiding taunted trip
bruised breeze picked

smothered smithereens shudder
before fiery  filter
gaunt gifts trigger

helpless as confetti
helpless as feelings.
     '20:02:19:19:20...

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clumsy coal complaining
smothered syllables scrunching
dripping damped draws
feigning fostered flaw
hoisted hood hankering
contracted callous smithereens

on fallible fate
was remonstration raised
taunted tactically trace

daedal diamond sermonizing;
"Dear, make sprees
stanced like fig

etch felon fear
then trade tiers."
19:12:02:11:02...

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yawning yucks vying
salient sin scrunching
felon feast fiddling
feigning fostered feeling
sorrow met laughter
twain callous criminals

curvy court clutched
sumptuous shriek sucked
lurching la-de-da lust

eerie end amputating
drooling desires dangling
met mystic melody

severed smithereens smirking
contract into catastrophe.
     20:01:05:10:45...

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Hideous hank hoisted
smoothened scrunched sculpted 
tactic turn twisting 
scared surges skipping 
smithereens into span
contracted turbulent trance

vile vibed passion
inflected per punctures 
birthed by seizures

damped draws drooping 
growling gaunt gaiety 
lanky lust lurching 

ensconced eyes envisaged
weary lids wakes. 
      19:11:13:13:20...

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la-de-da limbs lurching
into mystic malady
birthed by odds
seeped in song
nocturnal nymph chew
pulpy syllables puked

airy atmosphere amputating
jolting jumpy verses
willow wack willed

alchemist alto hankering
lusty lips severing
confetti crunching smithereens

felon life fostering
damped desires drooling.
      20:01:07:08:36

~Note~ Only Yahuah knows what the poet had discussed....

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MY LANGUAGE

The words I write in poetry
are fluent unlike my twitching
face and halting tongue.
With eyes closed I can see
my beautiful little poems.
They make me smile,
my colorful smithereens.
They save me from the harsh
reality that is my body.
My only oasis in barren land.

***

1st place in contest: What Does Poetry Mean To You
Sponsored by Alexis Y....

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The bitter twist of the knife,
to bleed not for sympathy.

Releases the blood without empathy,
my thoughts will not subside, scour the edge of my fears.

Pierced, poised to keep hidden that lullaby,
I sleep where my soul, dreamless, dies.

Nothing but scars to shatter long-time broken dreams
In smithereens,
sinking in your absence, the catalyst without pain

So stab me now and make me feel again....

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she is like a chinese vase
(i do not know which dynasty from)
most probably of Min one
with the course of time
the smithereens 
have broken 
(almost invisibly)
you can understand
only 
if you pass a finger
on the mouth 
on the neck
on
but only if it is bare 
without a glove
(velvet or of tulle)
i do not know if i am doing it
but sometimes
in the morns
a light fog
is spreading
then i change my slip cover

it is light
and usually white...

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Cheers to the choke of the elixir filled chalice,
Filling my corporeal cup with mind-melting malice.   

Through the croaking burnt throat slides the thick murk,
Of fermented vegetation rotting where the ethanol lurks.

Down into the dungeon depths it goes into my stomach's livery,
Whose falciform uniform scythe slices all with drunken chivalry.

Into pieces I'm slashed into smithereens,
Smashed into a shattered glass of gasoline....

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I beseech the shards of my shattered self,
as recollections collect with a jagged edge,
for a softened reflection of a dream in smithereens
to sheath this sunken cheeked shadow
lost in the mirrored fragments 
of hollow-eyed tears.


Susan Ashley
February 12, 2019


~ Sixth Place ~
Premiere Contest: May 2019 Premier 4  (Max 14 Lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand


~ Fifth Place ~
Contest: Capture That Emotion
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter...

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An orison to hope
Shattered into smithereens
Its keened tongues and teeth gnash and lament
A despairful cry of a cutthroat womb.

Cacophonies cry out
Cellos and violins bow, inexorable and unforgiving
Until then, of their finale the southern bells will ring;
A testimony that God has returned.

Savior of humanity,
Entwine us with arms that bleed 
For those arms' warmth and nurture
Extricates us from a demise with a lamenting dissonance....

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