Short Starved Poems
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mountain-sized clouds
dark and churning
a storm threatens
freedom-starved mankind
marches in the streets
1/3/2022
Oil from Venezuelan leader, Maduro?
No, thanks, he starved his people, not a hero!
3 -11-2022
Your passion ignites your soul
The flames burning tirelessly
But your fire isn't immortal
Deprived and starved of the things you crave.
Starved.
So close,
delicious.
Whipped, butter soft
lips.
While I appreciate the vacation
it would have been better if it were paid.
Funds lessened by nature’s aggravation,
lends credence to the starved artist charade.
immoral north winds
locking jaws on shriveled souls-
sun starved perdition
becharmed arctic breeze
winter’s kiss exalting hearts-
moon drenched nirvana
Matted, framed, feathered and tarred
On display, I am permanently scarred.
No misunderstanding or optical illusion
My gallery heart begs for love’s intrusion.
Here lies O'Tool, Irish and Brother.
He treated his wife like his mother.
His poor wife, sex-starved,
On his tombstone has carved,
Under this grim sod lies another.
While Starving
Discovered what people most dread;
Finding people who are not well fed;
Hungry were,
That did occur;
Starved and much weight did shed.
Jim Horn
All wanton memory
starved in blight
The present
my repast
What’s gone is gone
regret a martyr
This moment sacred
— to feast at last
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
knowledge of scriptures
satisfies lower mind
however our soul
remains starved
picture of the fruit
offers us not its taste
and so we dwell in silence
09-June-2023
I've said it loud and clear last year this day,
how many people need to hear me say,
the kind of man I need,
is the one who can lead,
my starved limbs far from a chocolate tray.
lost kitten starved kitten
cold broken bruised lost
come on in here you will
be warm broken no more
your bruises kissed away
you go from lost to found
and starved to fed always
Her warm-eyed glow, how the more
Inviting, love-starved, dined on.
Romantic night cafe's.
From where my own, streets apart
And yearly distant, mists up.
Lights, lamped, lone walkways.
I know what society wants me to do.
And I know how to do it.
I just don't want to do it.
The normalcy that's been normal for so long starved my soul.
And I am not starving it anymore.
a madcap poet
eats nothing but cantaloupe
prose never sweeter
an everyday sane bard
stomach sets off a raucous
he is starved for words
April 21, 2012
For Tracie's "Ku Ku Crazy Contest
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bonny
comely
worthy
lofty
sculpted milieu, bonny, comely sphere
"STARVED " - thirsty for worthy, lofty cheer.
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You came from dark hibernation of cold
with sun-starved chilled memory shadows old.
To melt your gelid gloom
I fired hearth of my room,
livened by warmth you perked up in my fold.
Cunning Sam craved to catch caged canary,
feigned sly not to be overtly scary.
He sneaked with dinner in mind,
caught in cage, Sam starved confined.
The bird performed Houdini sorcery.
Jagged in the darkness
Contract and expand
You are alive
Remember the pain
They can't take from you what you freely give
Breathe
Inhale
Gasp
The burn of oxygen in starved lungs
Slam
You are alive
L acking the common sense of a maggot
O bviously attention starved as a child
S orry excuse for a human being
E merging from a place where dung was piled
R ejected for a lack of talent
S tuck in a self pity life beguiled
All natural flavorings good
Especially added to teas, food
Beaver's castor gland
Is source of such a flavoring
Used in candy unwavering
Now starved after
Sponsor:Black Eyed Susan
Contest: Tail Rhyme Time
I SHUDDER
IN THIS FRIGID SKIN
I AM FROSTY
CRYSTAL TO THE MARROW
THIS PIERCING WINTER
I SPEND
WITHOUT YOU
I SHIVER
DRIFTING INTO
THE BLEAK WHITE
BITTER, RAW
STARVED FOR YOUR WARMTH
IN THE DEPTHS
OF THIS BINDING COLD.
Hollow frail starved words
Hover in lost cavern's path
As the poet's road leads
On walks with dim lit dreams
Finding light wakening one's soul
Second Edition of Wayra
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
August 18, 2018
Can we just get gw to write real poetry
instead of all that over-politicized trash ...
Well frankly, my friends, 'frilly poetry's' nearly starved me to death
so, here's another piece of trash with my very last breath