Short Straightened Poems

The birds flew up suddenly, one and all



I straightened the paintings upon my wall...

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How To Address Stress

While I was walking approached stress,
Wondering how properly it to address;
We realized,
Unrecognized,
Until we straightened out all the mess.

Jim Horn...

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Man straightened by the dead light pole, how does your life these streets?
Scratching metal helps you sleep and no rules are given to you king
unrecognizable your thrown; no one pays you any mind....

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To Nothing Was McCain Some Stranger

McCain straightened things being rearranger;
He was well known and never some stranger;
By God begotten;
Never forgotten;
Had fought for freedom and fought off danger.

Jim Horn...

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grow up 
Get shit together
Never truly happens 
Like they say it will
At best you get half
Your shit strate 
And the other half
Never gets straightened out
Its a journey down the 
Shitter 
No way to swim back 
Up the shit stream...

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Chances were taken
    In your loss I've lost myself
        I still choke on your regret
Crisscross not straightened
    Stop hiding under my shelf
        You carried so much neglect

~Written By: Laura Loo~
   ~Date Written: February 9, 2016~...

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As he knelt 
to kiss the ground
tears gathered in my eyes
hands flew to my mouth
and my heart swelled with feeling.

I soared with him
as he straightened
and began to run.

Surely his heart would burst
as he gathered his wife
in a tight embrace and reached
to touch his son....

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You left an open door,
And a stranger wandered in;
She straightened out
The cluttered rooms
And mended broken things.

She wiped away the dust
And stains from many tears;
She brought flowers, soft music
And candles for light.

. . . And . . .

I closed the door.
...

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I see you
I hear you
You beat in my chest

A new life
You give me
Exceptional rest 

A comfort
Just knowing
Your there in the end 

A pathway
Now straightened 
Removing the wend 

Your cooLing
Returns me
From heat of the day 

I missed
You return me
To finding my way 


CV...

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Times like this,
I sway in the playground of my mood;
Falling into a melancholic digress.

Hovering over me,
Are misty dews of pessimism.

"How knowledgeable is he
That cannot read minds?"

The heart gets burdened
Knowing not if it's curve,
Would ever be straightened.

Your silence broaches my heart....

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Sunrise shimmering on your hair
Strands rise and wavy like mane of a mare
Soft and silky when stretched
Preened like feathers, not wretched

Hair cylindrical or long and blonde
Or tailed-black hair, straightened and tanned
Your scent till evening that sends affectionate waves
Pet I adore with perfectionate craves...

You are mine!...

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yesterday I walked home in the rain
and forgot 
for thirty minutes
that I was grown up
and in heels, business dressed	
and straightened hair,
and remembered
something free
locked into the 
sky like moonstone
murky and luminous
a tousled beauty buried
in routines and duties
no umbrella, thirty minutes
a woman in transit
without belonging
tax free....

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me and Otis Redding
we have a thang
usually meet up 
about nine
sometimes he invites
Billie Holiday
we all sing
as I sink 
into my bath
bubbles overflow
to that rhythm 
and blues
and I sip my wine
and discuss that
crazy love thang
that has me
eat up inside
you see they 
been there
been where I am
twisted up in love
they sing those songs
and we get it 
all straightened out...

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I went fishing without much luck 
suddenly the line straightened
the reel started to peel and scream...
In the time it takes to drink a warm beer
or take a drunken pee,
I lifted its mass to the silvery surface..
but just as i was about to finish the task
the little devil spit the hook back at me
but before it slipped into the depths,
I caught a glimpse and swear to God
it donned a silly covid mask...

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I had to go on a train ride, So I could find a place to hide, when you one night I had met, Someone who you did regret. Was shapely with good looking face, which you would not find any place. In love with her I quickly fell; How long would last was hard to tell. Night quickly passed by, No longer again will I try to find a person like her, or anyone else that may occur. I straightened it out a little. Jim Horn...

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Causeway bent refractive source
temporary detour charted course

Rainbow bent in times of old
straightened pathway pot of gold

Fore who can make the crooked straight
distinguish difference love and hate

Bridge the gap for migrating souls
soothing feet upon burning coals

Spectrums color of enlighten
only love will continue to brighten

Within' is gold that must return
forever light.....eternal burn...

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All the little feathers in her wings
Stood firmly at attention
And as she stood tall
Her straightened back
Unfurled the last twisted barbs
She stood on her tip toes at the station
Waiting for the fog to clear
The air's stomach was full of rain
She stood tall and taut
Gazing out over the rails, the buildings, the parks, her empty home, the little dots of strangers, she saw broadly
Her lost love and past
And just flew above it all...

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Hi everyone. I haven't been able to be here as much as I want, as I am still not back to myself yet and entered a second phase of inflamed blood vessels from my immune system overreacting, with leg pain and weakness, with continual tiredness. I have also had internet issues. But, the internet is straightened out, so I hope to be here some more than I was. I apologize for any lack of response or comments during this time. 

Thank you

Heidi...

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There was insurgency-
in white night.
Moon will stay to witness 

the murder
of a golden leaf.
What was the promise of a ripe
language ? The yellow thrust ?
Keeping a date with death was not all important.

There were
lots of poems to be underlined,
preened and straightened. The dirt had
accumulated. A metaphor
will remove the stains.

Any confession will
take away the mystry. Who killed
the nothing ?

Unrelenting
the apples were crashing.


Satish Verma...

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Africa My Homeland

I am the face 
fixed on a map
A space
with boundary, leaving no gap
I am a homeland
desecrated when I was abducted from my rightful nation
A brand
with a name which precedes my reputation
I am a continent
incapacitated not to live up to his flair
A dissident
doors shut daily to his face unless I straightened my hair
I am  a riddle
narrated to my kids stuck in Britain, France and America
A bridle
used only by Africans for Africa...

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When I went out on the porch this morn, tiny spider's mother had strung her web
across right in front of the door..

I did not tell cute tiny spider to go on down yonder and get your mother

No, this mother was scary drawn up with her feet pulled in a ball

When she stretched out, why I had to move on 

She straightened me out right fast..

Mothers are like that when their child is threatened.. 


Just had to write this being Halloween is coming up soon......

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When I saw them coming I knew what to do

Straightened out the white sheets and pulled my mask down, too.

When the doorbell rang I yanked it wide
 
Three sets of eyeballs stood there white eyed~

They didn't expect my ghostly "BOO"!



"Trick or Treat" one finally professed

My staring gaze...they thought me possessed.

I grabbed a handful of candy for each

And with an alabaster hand stretched out my reach~

I thought, "Another Halloween Conquest"!...

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She needs a new familiar, she is frightened of black cats.
This was told to them by a wizard named Charlie T. Matts.
No one believed it, for she was a powerful witch after all.
It is true, agreed a nonbeliever, seeing her hiding that fall.

She was behind a birch tree, as cats paraded by in masks.
Some of them were mealy mouthed, focused on their tasks.
They scare her to death the now believer told the others.
She needs to be straightened out said both of her grandmothers....

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I am touched by the hands of time;
the old ones which came before me straightened my path.
I am touched by the hands of time;
I walk the path, plowed for me, straight roads only moving forward.
I am touched by the hands of time;
I stand tall, never weak, holding steadfast.
I am touched by the hands of time;
they call upon me; I follow their voice;
carry on, carry om they say.
I walk the path, plowed for me, straight roads only moving forward;
never looking back, only remembering....

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