Short Squeeze Out Poems
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When life gives you lemons,
squeeze out every drop.
Have you a drink,
because thats all you've got.
The taste maybe bitter
But in time, that will change.
Just add a little sugar
Sweetness goes a long way
Like a boa constrictor
Coiling round its prey
Cutting off the blood supply.
Negative emotions slowly
Squeeze out all life.
Agony and anxiety
Ultimately kills hearts.
Life is extinct.
Don't worry yourself to death.
Barefoot on river rock
his soles squeeze out a sigh.
One foot, the next, and
then again the first.
The flesh’s whispered prayer
revisits metamorphosis
grown cold. Oh, it rises
bone by bone. His vesper’s
arched in stone.
Raped
Word by word
Thought by thought
Unbutton the robe; you look good
Take out the veins and blood itself; you look amazing
Break the bone to pieces and squeeze out the marrow;
You look beautiful
Bare and naked
Thought by thought
Word by word
Raped I am
-puvi-
bleed me
let it squeeze out
this bile has filled me
and animates what otherwise has been hollowed
love me
fill me with something pure
some light long died out
rejuvenate this broken form
take the broken, and call it worth loving
take the tired and ugly, and call it beautiful
don't let this sad sentence carry that final .
Is it anywhere that you I can write,
is this really true ?
How often do the words come to light,
for me and for you ?
I sit in a noise filled waiting room,
routine tests are done.
They will call me in the back room soon,
but now is the fun.
Can I fast make the most of my time ?
I am under the gun.
Can I squeeze out yet another line
before an end to fun ?
A new morning, bright, not in its light, but in its brilliant composure.
—quote by poet
God Orchestrates a Momentous Morning
As the sun provides a scintilla of light
at dawn, and the clouds squeeze out
slight sprinkling, atmosphere tweets
along with the daybirds and hoots
with the owl. S u d d e n downpour -
delightful the serendipitous chorus.
TIRED KINDERGARTEN TEACHER
I love their cute, fresh, open minds
But teaching comes in different kinds
One day I succeed in planned teacher-telling
The way to do things properly
Next day I fail like a drunk in charge of a watermelon
Kids are like balls of mercury
Their containment is in serious doubt
Exhaust me like a lemon at maximum squeeze-out.
Constant thunder, but no blubbering - the clouds are dry,
dark, sultry; and the soil is crying out for alcohol -
A little drink of pink champagne or whisky sour cocktail.
No umbrella!
Squeeze out the plenipotentiary sopped-up water
and let the thunderclouds rip, and roar with delightful glee.
Birds and insects, in hideaway, humming softly, resting.
Listen to the pale hushed words without sounds;
Listen to the murmurs of frustration that assault our spirits.
See how they spin crazily in their dire solitude
See how they hang onto the edge of their sanity.
I look on as the sun set stillness upon the sky
I see black clouds squeeze out rain.
I touch the earth. It has received its bounty.
And Life begins its quiet chatter once again.
CAK 3-24-2020
Some days you can barely squeeze out a line
On others inspiration flows from recesses Divine
Yet there's always that first glimpse of a completely blank page
To frighten the Muse from a poet, regardless of age
Only when the parchment fills up with ink, dare he think
I'm proud that from the fray I never did shrink
So next time you prepare to battle paper with pen
Remember this poem ~ to triumph again
His hearts in pain..
He begs you to once hold it and squeeze out your
given blood.. and there...
what you find..
is just love..
His eyes hurt..
Not with the dust..
But with tears..
Being sorry
For his thoughts full of lust..
His body shivers..
He feels cold..
Not because of drugs..
But with the lack of you..
Giving him hugs..
His soul wants to be taken away..
Not by you..
But by the angels of his coming death
Form:
In search of song we squeeze out stanzas
The booming beat of rhymed bonanzas
The search for the perfect line
The crafting of a work so fine
For deep within us the need arises
To pour out word and rhythmic surprises
To bring forth from the deepest muse
Word to delight and rhythms to enthuse
From high above the light shines down
And wipes the brow from worried frown
And seeps the soul in creative essence
As in light we reflect His presence
Woman is a hole,
Soft with spongey walls,
Press the button, make her howl,
Crash through her virgin halls.
A newborn baby, little girl,
Fresh kitchen rag to store,
Waiting ignorant of the day,
When she too will be soiled.
Decades later, kitchen rags,
Sit discarded in a bin,
A loony bin for hags to talk,
And squeeze out salty drips.
Streaming semen pulling tears,
Out of ragged women,
In a circle all but holes,
Men uninvited saunter in.
My stomach turns slowly,
It’s contents moving about,
becoming saturated
In the acid that climbs into
My throat, burning like liquor.
Sweat beads squeeze out
Of my pores as I am suddenly
Uncomfortably warm,
The waves of wetness slick
My skin despite attempts
to continually wipe it dry.
My mouth fills with saliva
As the nausea intensifies,
And I try to comfort myself
By rocking back and forth
And whispering calming words
Into the dark, empty room.
Time for time to tell,
Speak of death profound;
Glimpse of mystic grounds,
Squeeze out life to dwell.
Space for space to host,
Taste how death makes known;
A full circle shown,
Now give up the ghost.
Feel for feel that heals,
Death frames old attire;
Watch old life retire,
Heal old will that spills.
Rhyme for rhyme be still,
Transcend this harsh toil;
Pleasure blooms grand soil,
Death brings fond goodwill.
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2018
Singapore
We secured the dogs in a chain link fenced pen
I was gobsmacked to see the puppy ten minutes later
How had he gotten out?
Like a convict he had tunneled out
In ten minutes making a hole under the gate
Big enough to squeeze out his eighty-two-pound body
A space ship could have fit into this hole!
What is he doing now?
I turned to see; he was tearing up the driveway.
This is a black asphalt driveway!
We called a company to fix it;
They were gobsmacked that a puppy had done this!