Short Stiffened Poems
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Once I thought I made a joke.
The audience blinked.
I tried to explain it.
The audience stiffened up.
That's my joke on my joke!
I hear the flags whisper
Stiffened by a free wind
Blowing across a memory
Of friendship, of valor
Of sacrifice
Of freedom
Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about
Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands
Tight lips no more to say
Closed eyes needn't to see more
Stiffened limbs had lengthy walks
Clasped fingers knew love and hate
Still body
Found peace craving for
The wind denied the sun
a gift, to caress soft cheeks...
Unwelcome gusts stiffened up their gaits,
through fearsome clouds sun no more peeked
Vive La France - visual #4
Weeping
half staff – full heart
stiffened - resilient
proudly applauding freedoms voice
she speaks.
1/14/2015
For Andrea Dietrich – An American Beauty Poetry contest
Stale, summer
Heat.
Boiling in this
Skin bath
Are you and I.
An obsession,
Now a memento
Of dark complexion,
Stiffened surprises.
I burrow into the
Pill case now
With no more than
An ant farm
In my pocket.
The stiffened
star strummed streams
of half hummed hopes
and dismally
dismantled dreams.
Wistfully washing
through the
withering woodlands
of the worldly
wandering truth
to what this
life really means .
Icy branches
Crack in rhythm
Snap, pop, pop.
Laughing limbs swing
Unawares.
Hate strikes.
Bodies
Lie crumpled.
Eagles soar
Then dive.
Stiffened wings are
Vultures carrion.
Bodies lie
Trampled,
Insides torn outside.
Stale, summer
Heat.
Boiling in this
Skin bath
Are you and I.
An obsession,
Now a memento
Of dark complexion,
Stiffened surprises.
I burrow into the
Pill case now
With no more than
An ant farm
In my pocket.
This quiet it crackles
Under our feet!
Leaf-rusty, nutty;
Not so discreet!
With all these mutenesses
Treed hereabouts
Autumn's shocked, stiffened
Bird, its song-bouts
Clearer heard, heart-echoed
Expressed twixt us
That harmonized for
Love's own chorus.
With his Arms
With grasping shovel parts
he clasped her stiffened frame
with piston arms locked upon
a body shocked through love
Tenderness approached and won
and soon her will was broken
his chest so firm was stroked
as unsaid words were passed
with bed sheets holding secrets
of one night lovers reign
In the bustling inn
Most patrons are smoking
I offered you one
Your eyes stiffened
I laid before you
A map of Hollywood
Electricity at each step
You looked unyielding
Maybe you prefer
Ripples of the river
Just a gentle shiver
From the tips of fingers
Very well, my dear
Please choose your own spring
WE WORN A RACE
Sited around the fading fire
With broken wills and glowing shame
They walk the darkness
Burden with stiffened hopes
They trudge ahead
With a shorten vision
They soon lost the sun
With no dazzling rays
And no mingling heat
They settled in a long struggle
Amidst so much trouble
They miss the days’ future
The bitter taste of unascertained guilt
A snapshot stopped the motion of a wave
It stiffened in a moment at full tilt
And vaguely I remember to press save
Splash of the wave remains in time and space
A year after it comes back at the same day
With the same sun that shines upon your face
You smiled at me, and I smile back today.
I awake and here I am,
naught but a mere mortal man.
Why came I this weak way,
restrained in fragile skin,
little but stiffened clay,
imprisoned as are all men?
Flesh will away, that soon day,
to the dust where it had been.
Then I will really be Me,
with mind and soul soaring free.
- Darrell Simmerman copyright 2024
Mr. Fear
Hello, my old "friend," Mr. Fear,
I see you’ve brought your butterflies;
You have stiffened the stomach
And tightened taut the eyes.
What will I find in the reaches of my mind,
Some mystery mean of the unanswerable kind?
The goodness of God is very near.
A prayerful petition will securely you bind.
The roses are dead;
Its autumn air has stiffened them;
Dandelions yet blossoms;
Squirrels hide their winter kernel achene;
Scrambling, gathering storm stores for winters crest;
Birds seeking sanctuary heading south and west;
Sitting in buildings eves, roofs and arches covering rest;
10/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
My heart raged like a black sea over shore;
then anchored he in the depths of an unsure land,
a bleak morrow trickling from the neck of an hour-glass
unto the bottom of a slave - ship.
I breathe in the stench of whipped pride,
at sun set beyond the Atlantic,
as breeze of pines and autumn birches
flog nostril hairs; and stiffened gazes,
trod the white screens day and night
Capitulating to the wild, random and fickle.
Sigils weaved from nothing, we digest,
divide amongst our kin,
our hands stiffened and hastily fragmented,
our eyes on the sun,
we are all wrapped in cellophane,
falling in place, as the holy crown for man, our Lord and Savior.
Man forbid thou escape his grip today!
Even so, he will surely find thee later.
Before morning, there was moaning
Smearing the innocence of the night,
With two bodies entwined,
To cause havoc
Absent conscience,
Absent worries,
No thoughts,
Just sounds,
Gasps,
And then snaps
Coming together in harmony
With shivering waists,
Stiffened necks
Determined legs,
No regards to shame.
The night just couldn’t wait.
For the coming of the morning
Is around the corner,
Too.
White like the snow
Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about
Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands
Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holocaust
Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days
I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
Bloodless heart
Ashes black
Butterfly born
When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.
When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.
Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in:
One
Last
Breath.
The mighty centenarian marches
slowly uphill across the level ground
through viscous air, stiffened by time’s starches,
fighting a viral foe this time around
allied with the Hippocratic Oath bound.
A metallic steed shod with rubber wheels
bears his regal frame. His campaign reveals
greater power than any sword or spear.
He raised a sum for the army that heals
and warmed our hearts in a chilling cold year.
You can be mistaken
You may never get it right
You might be at the wrong fence
You could be the one caught in the web
Her heart might still be lonely
She could still be in the cold
My seat could still be empty in there
She might still be wandering without a compass
Yet, like my name
I stiffened my mind
Not bothered about the real why
Alas! I say to myself “Find out why”
Alayande Stephen T.
6.18 pm
22th October, 2007.