Short Snipping Poems
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Sound scissors make,
each time they are
opened and closed…
Snipping out and ad
or clipping the hair…
Snip, snip, clip, clip…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2007
Wise men
Somberly Pondering
Over Imponderables
What if.........
Why not .......
Cut, Cut .....
Master Tailors
Or Gardeners
Snipping at Schedules
And Budgets .....
Topiarists!
Form:
Paula Swanson
Contest Name Thread |
thread keeps onward,
old mate, dude,
till the fates snipping interlude,
forshortens wit...
dats it...
concludes...
by a dummy, shrewd.
Don ... thanks to Russells Siveys "Thread of Time"
vaping and smoking huh, i told you not to duh its like you dont care but you always stare at that girl did she get you into this i will be snipping her hair, you are not allowed to smoke and vape but hey i got you some bape clothing if you enjoy that
There is not long before the severing of all.
Sheared off in bloom the rose will fall,
Crushed underfoot, on life’s stone walk.
The moments left to bloom are prized ones still,
Split-second, flowering!—until
Black snipping scissors clip life’s stalk.
A snipping of scissors
The hum of the trimmer
The hollow sound of an AM radio
Idyll chatter
Kids, grandkids
The weather
A quick trim of thinning hair
Melancholy moments revisited
No appointments necessary
Just walk in
Sit down
Relax
…And wait
Sometimes I feel guilty
when I harvest a rose
somewhat vindicated
for vase I hand-painted;
I know they are beautiful
my thought to beautify
the home -- yet kindled in me
sense of a predator -- be it bow
rifle or scissor, even snipping
what I cultivate, as the lamb
I raised became Easter dinner
though the family well fed
I question the honor?
Snipping through the skin
vocal pain ripping my eardrums
Breathing in your blood
as i wash my sins
in your devotion
Masicate my masterpiece
Notes scratched in her skin
Mangle my manuscript
Snapping my fingers as i draw them down your chalk board
With the final flaying chord
My bow berates your jugular
And my opus is undone
Silence drowns all noise
She wonders why it doesn't hurt anymore
The feeling of her skin being cut off
Blood seeping out
Maybe she's used to pain
8 years of snipping pieces away
Hoping soon there would be nothing left
Soon never came
Soon turned into a mosaic carved all over her body nobody would ever buy
Stuck in the back of an empty gallery
Watching the whole world turn to dust
Sweet inflorescence
in Candy's flower shop,
and Candy standing there
in floral dress
She is smiling,
with white teeth showing,
and is inviting you to buy
her flowers
You choose,
and she makes a pretty picture,
snipping red ribbons
and smiling all the while
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5/29/2015
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A win
Beaches are open and golf courses, too.
Neighbors are meeting for barbecue.
Barbers are snipping like they used to do
But I’m quarantining at home.
Nanas and grandpas are visiting kin.
Sports venues say they’re prepared to begin.
Sunbathers slather their pale indoor skin
While within my apartment I roam.
Restaurants keep tables a distance apart.
Museums let patrons with masks look at art.
So many are ready for life to restart
As I sit here, inside, with my poem.
you must take the time to rhyme,
the design is divine and you will find
it aligns with the original minds
of before times when afore lines
were written/signed and mined
for stage binds and weaved vines
intertwined with the twine of dimes
nickels and pennys deepening fines
as greasy grinds gripping wine stines,
snipping lips with widely-eyed shine
sipping moonshine as they dined
behind locked door were blinds
which burglary was a dyne
like a katabatic slope incline.
Are you a Halloween cat? I queried the preening feline.
Don’t generalize all black cats she said with a sniff and a whine.
I was shocked because surely she knew about the teeny witches.
Who were holding up her ears on broomsticks with snitches.
But I thought, I began to say, apologizing for stereotyping.
She began to laugh then, saying “I was only snipping.”
I was not laughing though, for I did not know her at all.
Of course, I will certainly avoid her when I see her next fall.