Short Thicken Poems
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You can't grow extra eyes and ears so just learn to thicken your face against voices of bigotry, judgmentalism and insecurities...
February 25, 2024, PST, BC
POTTER
Slick clay spinning in hand.
Thumbs thicken,
Fingers squeeze fine
The forming mass into line,
And define the holloware:
Jug, cup, tumbler, to fill up full.
Knowing weakness is my only strength
Plots may quicken
Holes may show
Sowing weakness is my only strength
Plots may thicken
Souls may grow
Knowing weakness is my only strength
Veins of mist
web and thicken
to a clotted stutter
of images
slipping from words
into a fog
of quiet from where
a finger traces lines
in air as if mapping
what has been lost
finally widening
to a circle
taking in
all of you.
A full-bellied stray has been surveying the brush pile
I think she's carved out a stick hut for her litter
She'll have a ball of responsibilities very soon
Her life will thicken like storm clouds in winter
the bonfire can wait another season, or two.
To Make a Hen Go Fast
Quicken
Chicken
To Make a Hen Fat
Thicken
Chicken
To Make a Hen Disgusted
Sicken
Chicken
Using a Hen for Football
Kickin'
Chicken
Chicken with Lollipop
Licken'
Chicken
April 29, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Vines, twisting, crawling,
slowly thicken and ascend
seeking sunlight at the top;
old tree fashions crutch,
tiny tendrils clutch rough bark-
out of darkness into light.
Someday soon I will
stroll again wild forest path,
purple wine stains on my lips.
Copyright, July 20, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
Me and my chicken
Won't take a lickin'
Whenever he crows
Everyone knows it's
Me and my chicken.
Me and my chicken
Our hearts are tickin'
Cluckin' and pickin'
Here in the thicken
We keep on kickin'
Me and my chicken
Rooster and wiccan
You be awestricken
Your heart will quicken
For me and my chicken.
roger that
we're above
oz and i can see
a balloon
trying to deploy
but we won't let the
plot thicken
anymore then
the paddle has
stirred
for one
can say
they let
without
trying to
get the
ropes
for of
course not
wanting to
throw things
off coarse
that in fact
there's no
place
like
home
Form:
One stifling hot day an empty sky tries to eke - out - tears, but can – not
all of a sudden
gray clouds gather and thicken . . .
a downpour explodes
As if for gladness heaven weeps.
One lone frog through a puddle leaps.
Small creatures take it all in stride;
beneath large bushes many hide.
Goodbye is where I lie
when forever wasn't suppost to die
Goodbye to all the pain
that lies within
for me to shade
Goodbye to all the scattered lies
you left behind for me to find
Goodbye to all the dreams
we once shared
that will now thicken the air
Goodbye was always there
for me to find, Yet it hid
in what I thought we shared....
Form:
One bonny day
I kilt me chicken,
Stirred eem inta me pot
For me soup to thicken.
I ate me some Haggis
An a scone or two,
After I kilt me cow
Ta make me stew.
Had ta put down me ol dog
Cause he kilt me ol cat,
Then I dug heem a hole
Way off in da back.
Den I picked up me pipes
And piped a sad lilt,
Wearing me ragged ol Tam
And me dusty ol kilt.
Several times I've come to see
The white man clad in stone;
And there I sit beside his knee
Till night leaves us alone...
Thus I touch his numbful cheek
And whisper words to thicken ears
But still I do not hear him speak
Then this increased my fears...
What seemed wrong with my very still friend
As tears bequeath my eye
But then he cracked till the very end
Without even saying goodbye.
Form:
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First,
the stubborn angle of light~
wrong where it always felt right.
Then,
the floor tilts beneath your feet,
but no one else seems to notice.
Words you trusted thicken in your mouth.
The old map bleeds new rivers.
You could scream,
but instead~
you breathe.
The world reshapes itself
around that single, quiet act.
Heat a little nagging thought
and throw it in the pot.
Mix it well with several words,
the ones you use a lot.
Add a little common sense
to spice it up a bit
then let it simmer gently
until the words all fit.
If it seems a little thin
then thicken it with rhyme
until it flows quite smoothly
as you cook up each line.
Then put in personality
to show who was the chef
and hope that your new Poetry Soup
is not an Eaton Mess!
when you speak..
such rousing vibrations
pour from you
Tendrils of sound
meander from your mouth
and settle around my neck
They curl
and thicken
and tighten
with delicious finger-like grip
Soon, I mightn't be able
to breathe
I should beg you to stop
But I adore that you're killing me
This is claimed by Mandarin
Chicken, garlic, salt, pepper,
Join in these heady flavours,
To showcase a stock.
Saute the shreds in butter,
In stock, add cornflour, steam hot,
Thicken lightly, oops! It's done,
A toast to palate.
P.S-Two strings of Dodoitsu.A dodoitsu is a Japanese poem of 26 syllables....4 lines of 7775 each.
Sponsor: Cindi Rockwell
Contest: My poetry Soup Recipe.
Date-31/1/2017
Why only yesterday
the craggies youthfully
flowed down your cheeks.
When did your neck
turn tweed and your fingers
thicken more than before?
Sure, your ruggedness attracted me,
but this is different. Each new line
a furrow of our riverbed,
a new bend toward lights out
and goodnight Irene from more
than a dimly lit dance floor.
Next to you each night
I slumber to your breath
and in slumber, dream eternal youth.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
A pencil
To the paper
Worlds created
With the touch of ink
People made with
Complex personalities
Plots that thicken
And throw a reader
Astray, into the wind
A story made
That others enjoy
And read with
A hungry appetite
Eyes are glued
To the book
In front of you
As people pass
By who made
Fun of you
Because they
Do not understand
Books keep you
Sane in a world
That can’t be as great
Written on February 14, 2020
A beating drum sends the pines aquiver,
Your heart- a compass- my guide.
It leads me afar in need to deliver,
The joining of love as your bride.
In the echoes, once met, your pace will quicken,
As it consumes my ears and mind.
And hands snaked as one you will thicken,
At last exhaling a breath so divine.
So divine, that the needles which once shook,
Will fall in the passion of a new beat,
And bloom a new book,
As our love becomes complete.
a wave washes over me
a moment in suspended time
the beautiful colors I can see
rainbows so delicate and fine
i can feel the love in the room
surrounding me on all sides
it’s taking me out of my gloom
it’s the best of all I’ve tried
my pulse begins to quicken
as more is brought out
the plot begins to thicken
as it’s passed about
i take yet another hit
i can’t erase my smile
with just this little bit
i’ll be gone for quite awhile
Today the clouds thicken like gravy-
ink blots stain the sky.
Silence after silence unloads
its ill will at my feet.
I am accustom to it
and it has settled.
The sky continues to ashen
as it swallows the pine trees
like a relentless Sandpoint, Idaho snowstorm
consuming all in its way.
The day spills its impressions
like a half-full glass
which leaves me as empty
as an astounding wail
from a 90-year-old woman's
crippled up body.
Oh! pencil,
you are rough,
each time,
I use you,
you protest,
do a little good work,
and then thicken,
like a married woman,
no longer ready to be wooed,
how I wished you stayed sharp,
and let me use you like a sword,
you do not know your worth,
you can change grief to mirth,
and mirth to death,
your tip is the nucleus,
of this world,
it has my ideas and mind,
you lead them to space,
so please do not loose shape,
even if I badly do scrape.
i fall to the bottom,the air begins to thicken.
A gloomy feel of fear and failure laughs in my face as i slip away into darkness.
I close my eyes and prepare to give to the overwhelming fate i now face.
I begin my last prayer.
"i am the creator of my own perfect trap.
My directions and ways of life are the reason i am at this place.
I tried my way to find the way out;to live.
Now i give to your hands,my life with out doubt.
Forgive me, your will be done."
Form:
The pain will never go away;
The wound will never heal.
The evil that was done to me,
Is now my eyes, my heart.
The black will never turn to grey;
The blood will not freeze, Nor thicken.
The violence is never through;
The past does not depart.
Time will merely make me whole,
Consuming what I am,
Part sufferer, part comforter,
Part victim, part new song,
Part mother of an angry soul,
Part child of despair, part witness
and part conqueror of all that did me wrong.
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