Short Thin Skinned Poems
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prejudice,
mental jaundice,
distorting personal perspectives,
corroding humanity's noble objectives,
bigotry!
Tired
Of political correctness
Cultural awareness
Sensitivity.
Tired of everything
Being an excuse
A syndrome
A disability.
Tired of a society that's
Thin-skinned
Entitled
Oblivious.
The constant bombardment
Leads to indifference
At best.
Tired.
In a thin-skinned lifeboat,
On the waves of love,
With the cold blue below,
And the hot sun above,
Sits a soul softly rowing,
Like the wings of a dove.
As the heat of sweet resistance,
Echoes hard with pure insistence,
Then, in the midst, a sound is heard,
Of the song of an unseen bird.
Don't break the lightning bottle
It's sitting here around my neck
a jolt of crackling thin skinned glass
under my sweater, power let
For if you hug me tightly
implosion sure will heat the night
as bolts of brittle sunshine
come splashing forward to ignite
So always hold me gently
and fortitude the willing brow
for it took all my energy
to harness you here, even now...
Federal infirmary
Cuckoos counting the clock
Helicopter choppers
And interstate police
My baby was thin skinned
Brain drained and paranoid
The cops came to the place
Knocking like street busters
I was sitting cosey like ghostbusters
Door frame, and the letter of the law
This game no more
Dont need to provoke or prove a point
Leave me be
This tribe has had its time
I'm moving off
Where the sunset goes
After gold leafing my sighs
and helium pumping them
thin skinned and flying
you will find me
stinging juniper breath
from popping wine soaked
juniper berries between my front teeth.
Don't ask questions.
Don't laugh giggles in your gut
uncontrollable and imagination squashing
Just pull up a chair,
get your hands dirty with gold leaf
Give up your sighs to the heavens
and snap me a juniper promise.
Then we'll both be smiling.
I had my father's face
his mouth and eyes
his thin skinned heart.
Though those features have melted
and are smeared by old age.
I sometimes wonder if he ever had my
genetically maimed gut.
He never knew me
nor I him,
but I carry my mother's pain
her long gut-aching loss,
but her loss and mine
were never the same.
You can't mend a loss
you cannot name
and she could not shed
her gut-wrenching death wish
until it came for her.
time’s withered hands winding down
faces wearing pain’s frown
open mouths and vacant eyes
of long lost vibrant lives
vocalizing eerie moans
from thin skinned aching bones
napping in death’s waiting house
all alone, without spouse
last visit to say goodbyes
to gramps before he dies
sadness grips my heart inside
standing by his bedside
our farewell prompts me to say
in this place I won’t stay
so my love, I do implore
set me adrift from shore
Outrage
Written: by Miracle Man
12-9-2019
We’re living in a world of worthless outrage,
We innocently say things that fosters rampage.
Seems everything spoken bruises somebody’s shin,
We claim some word has caused our chagrin.
Today, it seems, that we’re too thin skinned,
Attacking others until their words they rescind.
We nit pick, and search, for a lame reason to whine,
While with others thinking we’re forced to align.