Short The Pit Poems
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I wear shoes only when I have too,
those torture devices from the pit of hell
barely fit for winter when the weather is bitter.
you participate in the pit,
seeking prize but leaving
disappointment.
your words are a labor to read,
your heart a clash and havoc.
Rich hot chocolate
marshmallows roast o’er the pit
gazing China moon
twinkling stars in midnight blue
laughter and snuggling galore!
~*~
Fear unbraced,
Not in the pit of my stomach
But the cheeks of my face
Uncertainty quite abated
Superfluous words make me somnambulated.
I see with my eyes wide open,
I see with my eyes closed tight,
I can see in the dark and the blinding light,
I see from the pit of my gut.
MOM AND DAD STILL HOLD HANDS
AT TENDER AGE 92
WATCH THE PIT FIRE
NOTHING MORE TO DO
BUT SITTING IN THOSE
OLD ROCKING CHAIR'S
Foolish virtue,
Flying with vultures.
Stupid light,
Shining in darkness.
dirty pig,
Dancing on the pit.
Flags of rainbow,
Hoisted in Sodom.
Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”
Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”
a baby hit a rattler with its rattle
the rattler was startled so it rattled
the babe loaded a diaper
and perfumed the pit viper
that's how a babe beat a snake in battle
The pendulum springs, the head is cluttered
The pendulum sings, the head is fluttered
The pendulum swings, the head is levered
The pendulum stings, the head is severed
A whole rush of emotions
in a short period of time
all sit now
in the pit of my stomach
A moment of proud tears
to total hurt and disgust
about a 'joke' that meant so much
Fear is the pit we crawl into when we can't find a way out.
It is like crawling into a hole and pulling the hole in behind you.
It hides us, but it doesn't protect us.
(c) 2010
The blood boiled
In the pit of frustration set ablaze
With the wrath and the rage of the day’s
Constant commotion—can’t clear the haze
Of chaos causing and creating this craze.
Rib-eye steaks are on the pit
Seasoned with dad’s rub
Are you all ready to grub
Meat will fall off bone
One bite, it’ll be gone
Then drink Ice,
Tea!
i know you have
a heavy heart
it sinks into the pit
of your stomach
it weighs you
down, hunches
you over while
you heave for
breath
i know your heart is heavy
but it doesn’t have to be
The independent woman
Prejudiced in Eden
Scorned in time
Lame and down the pit
But still journeys West
With a vindictive heart
Swims in vileness
Reckons laughter in the pogrom
And clings to the spell of courage
The old peach sat on the lawn,
while the others have all gone.
In Winter it will rot away,
leaving only the pit on Springs first day.
by Summer it will have grown again,
making more to write with my tired pen.
Form:
Hidden in my mind
deeper than depth of ocean
down to the pit of abyss
Secret of a kind
how universe in motion
churns up the heavenly bliss!
~1/14/16
~Something Different-Sedoka contest by Laura Loo
Nerves atwitter
like butterflies, they flit
The stage, brilliant-lit
band’s in the pit
Lights finally dim
glad I’m not him…
His first marquis date
~ does fortune await
Things are all around
I start slipping down and down
World is still spinning...
Falling down the pit.
Every time I get the slip.
No light in sight here.
The great abyss sits
Before me, a gaping hole.
My life flashes now.
A wicked wick of tallow lit
witch's sacrifice remit,
smoky tapered candles fit
in a dead man's skull a writ.
Eyes ablaze Satan permits,
the single soul to rest a bit,
and blood runs-- into the pit
in candle light the witches flit.
Breaking boredom feeds my mind,
Pushing out my creative drive.
These idle hands come to play,
Mocking and cajoling,
Caring and consoling.
Time tells the mortal cost,
Confusing ties as hands make knots,
Always avoiding the pit that rots.
I'm making myself sick
from the pit of my stomach
I feel like I'm losing you
And everything I have
How can I correct this wrong?
I know you're just trying to disconnect
I'm not making this easy, I know
And I make myself sick every night
feeling pangs of lust
in the pit of my stomach
took seltzer water
could be mistaken for love
or having eaten oysters
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written May 28, 2021
for "Tanka" Poetry Contest
sponsored by M.L. Kiser