Short Suture Poems

ebon is my heart from loss and devastation; no suture for wounds




May 31, 2018...

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Writing,
the only suture…
when truth starts to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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Writing…
  the only suture

When the truth
  starts to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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Writing…
  the only suture

When the truth
  starts to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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Poetic transfusion,
 prose bleeding through

Words but a suture
 —stitching the truth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)...

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Poetic transfusion
  prose bleeding through

Words but a suture
  —stitching the truth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)...

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Nature the suture
that palpably stitches
the wounded souls...


P.S This is the title of my poetry book published on Amazon Kindle......

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Unlike the due on the grass 

Our love will always last 

From the past to the future 

We'll be together like a tight stiched suture...

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Teardrop salt is divine ,is a cure
           to any ancestral pain or wound
           no need for cutting, nor suture
           remedy,  panacea  that abounds...

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It is said that yesterday's the past
But it is not the first and last
Tomorrow's the future, 
It is fluid without meaningful suture
Today is a gift to all that are full of breath
But a bygone for those languishing in death...

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Someday I'm gona love again...
Words to an old song...
But I hope it's my future...
I've had enough heartbreak,
In fact, my heart needs a suture,

I still have hope,
And don't do dope,,
Maybe someone will see,
What is really me....

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Raw and uncut, the Poet
  sharpened his edge

The entry wound targeted,
  with fury bright red

The first cut the deepest,
  and clean to the bone

His wound bleeding freely,
—its suture unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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FUTURE SUTURE


The past gaining ground
old fools look back failing to
outrun the future.


Not the first, not the last.
we are the present’s 
future past



5/10/2016

submitted to – Future – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron...

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Future,
Suture,
Sew it up, blow it up,
Doesn't matter, paint splatter
Can't inhale, only exhale.

Blow it up, doesn't matter
Paint splatter, on the past...
Wear it like a mask
Trip on debris
Fall into the sea of future(SPLASH!)
Wearing all my sutures......

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Do you like the idea,
  after its meaning has changed

Do you hang onto the past,
  when this moment sets you free

Do you continue to grieve,
  as pure joy calls your name

Do the lyrics that you sing
 —suture tight or still bleed

(Las Vegas Boulevard: 2:30 A.M. January, 2018)...

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Ghosts of the past
Presently predicting the future
Wounds left untreated
Waiting on a suture

Affected by the infected
Waiting for Resurrection
Walking an exhausted path
Begging for reinvention

The wind at your back
No pack to cover it up
Wounds from whips
Screaming "enough's enough"...

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suture.sure is cuter.motley knew her.was her and one.lovegun didnt run thru my 
veins,"hey,hey,hey"what way?say,to the eye i give,ok?say ummm,i was walkin 
and talkin before you around,ok?say umm,could you bust a move elsewhere.say 
ummm,did this pass?say,what was word?heard.lured in by sure women.son of 
sin in.slim....

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The word,
But spoken,
Even broken,
It’s heard.
 
It’s a soup stirred,
A flavored token,
Even when woken.
It’s blurred.
 
It comes through me through you,
Touched by our blessings in a day,
It simply just passes through.
It sets you well on your way.
 
The word is your physical suture,
Mending you for an awesome future!...

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    The suture on my broken heart is torn, beyond repair.
Not even the veneer of your love or kindness can bind it now.
Crimson crystal drops drip, as I labour to liberate my heart 
    from this opaque world... where no one sees me.


10.27.2020

Excerpt from "Free my heart"

For Greg Barden's "Liberum Divisa 2" contest...

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For your opaque heart
I drank crimson cocktails
of my blood.
The masquerade is over.
Be aloof with a statue.
Share your veneer of caring,
the obscurity of your idea
of respect, with a marble edifice.
Let someone else be hypnotized 
by your deceit.
Apply your death suture
to somebody else's feelings.
Your ebony intent
belongs in a spider's web....

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It was my public leeture
About man's links with Torture
How it seems tied to Nature
And an idea to nurture...

"Yet, it can't be a culture,
Torture like Beak of Vulture,
Which Carrions face like Torture,
The Final Grant: A Suture...

In man it's An Aperture
Welcoming Prompt Ligature...

"Torture is no nice picture:
A Sadist's Acupuncture,
On receivers some puncture."...

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They plead with us
manipulating
pain and hunger
between the segments
of broken merriment.
Beggars
paid big bucks
to raise funds
tearing at the tender
underbellies
tormenting the scorched souls
of the old and lonely.
Chastising us
in voices muted
by soft music
intimating that we
are all that is needed
to suture the wounds
of the world.

John G. Lawless
20/30/2020...

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As aloof as I seem to be
Like a masquerade ball
I'll hypnotize you with obscurity and mystery. 

Staring straight through your opaque façade,
Crimson and ebony float around us as we mingle together. 

As I cut through your image, I'll suture you back up as well. 

I'll veneer your personality and become aloof as death puts me 
to sleep, because I only own the night.


5/28/17 date...

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This cold steel
Tastes like caramel
My Saviour
Oh my saint

This bullet  
Is my caravel
For this trip  
I cannot wait

This wholly
Unholy suture
For my deepest
Darkest pain

Is a beautiful
Lack of future
To quiet down
My mental rain

Vainly I hunted
For the devil
For the man
Who ruined my life

Now accomplished, I sit
With this gun in my mouth
The hunt’s over
The devil is I...

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Afflicted by a hopeless grim future 

Pierced with deceitfully poisoned doubt-dart

My soul seeks God for His gracious nurture 

Beseeching Christ Who can calm qualms of heart

Thankful for His divine faith*'s healing suture.

*1 John 5:4 For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.

November 28, 2020...

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