Short Thickening Poems
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I fear the thickening shadows darkening the canyons of the mind.
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Husband dines on deviled eggs
That comes from wicked chickens
Potato salad and legs
Somehow this great plot swiftly thickens
Lifting from the Millewa;
swirling to the sky,
billowed to the heavens,
each particle drifts high.
Closing down the clearness
in an ever thickening rust,
from dry and harrowed farmland,
swirls the Mallee dust.
Layers of fat,
melted by acid,
he took in more fat,
and now acid was less,
less melted,
and more piled on,
he was thickening,
and lazily drawn,
it went on for long,
till it rang,
the death gong,
and he was gone.
Swirling mist
Chokes us all,
Whether or not you’re
Gasping for breath.
Thickening fog
Blinds us all,
Even if your
Vision is perfect.
Pounding rain
Brings back the pain,
Especially the one
You never knew you had.
Form:
Does a man become less hirsute when balding has occurred
and the hair upon the head it disappears?
Perhaps not !! It seems there is thickening of the eyebrows
hair protruding from the nose and much more fluff filling up the ears Pardon??
They warm,
midwinter’s summer days.
And,
by thinning blood in thickening veins,
for lustful and immodest reasons,
cause men to think,
against god’s odds,
they’ve managed to reverse the seasons.
We dumb-arsed, head-f***ed, simple sods.
It was a teddy bear
Just lying there
On the floor
The baby had thrown it out
And then cried about
But the gun ended it
In father’s mental fit
No need now for a bear
Or a father to care
Silence so deafening
The air now thickening.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I have been eating more vegetables lately
my fingernails are thickening
they were never sturdy before, but they are now
Is it the potatoes? The carrots? The corn?
Could it be the lettuce?
Or is it my age?
Do faeries meet at night and polish them with magic hardening gel?
I may never know
happy endings come from
happy beginnings
traveling story
thickening plot
building & rebuilding
characters unworthy
i cant turn the page
myself when i am stuck
inside i thought it would
be fun to take a ride
to do what i'm told
scripted lifted from freedom
captive in the dungeon
of fantasy
Do you love me on this fine summer's day
as I dream of the bottle brush bees?
Your heart answers 'yes'
fly beneath me, I'm blessed
as I swim through the thickening breeze.
The moon and the stars
are eternally ours,
a betrothal 'tween nature and men
In your slumber tonight
love your summertime wife
as we fly on the wing and the mend.
Fog thickening a mind
seldom penetrated
Only at rarest of intervals in the
autumn sunsets of life long lingered
A bygone melody piercing the gloom
the scene fairly mocked him
Then floated off, leaving a groan
in its sacred place
Yet a thrill ran up his spine
his hair on end
Finding his lips pursed
in long-forgotten anticipation
earlier
my eyes
were lit
wide and
wild by your
sight now
slightly
they
are growing
heavy but just
as a cloud is
light mighty
storms can
darken and
form in the
thickening
quickly from
cumulus to
nimbus and
in this way
the sunny
day you
made
for me now
fades into
evening
even
then
in
to
my
night
good
night
mi
amor
Form:
Naked, skeletal, the forest shivers.
Bark thickening in the wily wind.
Unadorned the trees slumber on.
Their limbs seeming to fight off the
onslaught of nightmarish Winter.
Twig tips claw avengingly at the sky
and rake torn nails across windowpanes.
Slumber soothes not the dreamer
who waits in a frenzy of anguish
for the kind covering of snow.
Cowboy~s Song
I`m just another singing cowboy
out here singing in the rain
I`m just another singing cowboy
singing about my rodeo
I `m just another singing cowboy
singing about my pain
I`m just another singing cowboy
dying inn the snow
red dust is flying down from the river bed
red dust is thickening on the bottom of my tread
I`m dead.
Wall Street
Like the poor, the comfortable
you will always have with you.
They hold good jobs, then
get better ones. Like coyotes
they grin and walk slowly
in circles. They hire,
even fire each other.
They wed their own kind
and selectively proliferate.
Theirs is a constant harvest.
Their voices are a sediment
thickening on everything.
Donal Mahoney
Good Mixers
Like the poor, the comfortable
you will always have with you.
They hold good jobs, then
get better ones. Like coyotes
they grin and walk slowly
in circles. They hire,
even fire each other.
They wed their own kind
and selectively proliferate.
Theirs is a constant harvest.
Their voices are like sediment
thickening on everything.
Donal Mahoney
My actions have turned into muscle memory,
my memories have blurred.
I can no longer see,
I no longer distinct.
The faces are fading but the names are etched.
I am going blind but I can feel by touch.
My head explodes
I can feel the blood
I stretch my hand
And it splatters my bones
Thinning and thickening
Dripping and not
The memories are fading
Gone they have not
Glitch
Systematic, stimulated, preformulated beast..
Popularity, sincerity, just another charity feast.
Direction, perfection, an infection of Lies.
We're fools, with rules, just tools to muffle the cries.
Why? Bye? To die, one fact we must face.
Scared? Prepared? Beware of what's after this place.
Sickening, and thickening the way; our path ahead.
Hate-to-date, so much to say, has yet been said.
Form:
Come…
Like the ray of hope
An oasis amid the mirage
Bring back your rivulets
Inside my desert!
Spoonful of water
Caring tears!
Come…
Like the rainbow
In to the thickening twilight.
Let the smiling moon
Dance on the lips.
Where two eyes-
Singing in joy,
Dazzling vibes
With passionate dreams
Come…
Like the sea waves
Crushing ashore
Roaring midnights into the veins
Like the woman in love
©SriSuvro
Slowly the fog comes creeping, then swish
Fog covers all thickening fast
Swirling, shawl like, curtaining
Sunflower's yellow gone
Wrapped in tapestry
Waiting for sun's
Appearance
Lifted
Veil
Allegory: Symbolic work:
A work in which the characters
and events are to be understood
as representing other things
and symbolically expressing
a deeper, often spiritual, moral,
or political meaning..
Giorgio
I'm lost deep and loose losing soul,
my center rapt worry frown and iced
set and waiting for the sun to skip
through warping as melt hope revive,
alone as if blue grey turn white,
thickening concluding folly,
stuck cannot, maybe never again
moved deeply in silent surrounds.
Everything will turn spreading,
what came before will become passed,
Everything laughable, discovering
life for what it is,
folly,
mainstream
escape.
A good thought conceived in the soil of positivity
making its way through shard and slag
finding its way home into the heart.
The slag is cleverly staggered and thickening.
Filled with thorns and horns and dirty rags.
The good thought forced to play pachinko
with a venomous society.
Battered, fanged, and chipped.
The good thought came to a ragged end.
Staggered into the old honey hole.
There wasn't much of anything left.
The cool evening breeze blends
With the warm beach air
And the thickening summer
Fog rolls over the shifting sands
The fog moves gently
Floating over the retreating waves
And the hushed empty shore,
Toward the hectic urban streets
Fog muffles the sound
Of life, as if
Tucking us all in
With a heavy winter comforter
Nature’s nighttime breath
Edges forward, encircles everything,
Gently telling us
Be still, Good Night
I am verb! Created by the divine breath,
coming from primitive events...
Essence of ethereal circumstances,
Plasma of thickening, voids
Of invisible cosmic mysteries,
juice of amalgamated conceptions!
Succinct metamorphosis of balance.
In my primitive molecule, the genesis
the core of physical-chemical reactions...
It is from the axis of me that magically spring,
The health of subterranean energies
And the phantasmagoria of utopian beings!