Short Thirds Poems
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Hollywood clowns
spend two-thirds of their lives
trying to make people laugh
but when laughter cools and makeup cracks
they get off on making people cry.
Whilst Donald Trump was eating his words
Mitch McConnell was training his nerds
To petition God
To give Trump the nod
To split Heaven and Earth into thirds
Cut out of black paper
Japanese
Thrown before a sky
Of night milk
Janitress of a
Lower house
One toothed,
Point hatted,
Flying in front of a
Victorian curtain
Two thirds storm,
One third dark.
My faith whispers bright,
Guided by the light,
God magnifies sousl,
Fills doubts and holes,
Seamless happy joy,
For each gal and boy,
Faithful do throng,
Hope lingers long,
Creed of Holy words,
Trinity in thirds,
Ancient, mystic, bright
Faith drawing me to light.
If you were a guitar I would play you
My fingers would waltz on your strings
And the notes that came out would without any doubt
Soar to heaven on their own set of wings
The chords would be major and happy
No minors or dissonant thirds
And together we'd fly to the ends the sky
All the way serenading the birds
Don’t you see how much it hurts?
Suppressing a part of me?
So you can be comfortable?
It isn’t like changing shirts,
easy, peasey, one, two, three,
fit into a neat label.
Shall I cut my heart in thirds?
Feed the offensive to birds,
and sooth the rest words?
Can’t you see how much it hurts?
Murdering a part of me?
So you can stay comfortable?
A lawn full of weeds a mouth full of words,
clean them up leave behind the essential.
Floating through the air flying whirlybirds,
fragile can still gain control of that ball.
It’s okay when they’re broken in to thirds,
at times things need to stay confidential.
Fine image that conveys it’s kept after,
that eloquence was built to protect her.
My fingers ache from trying to jot down my feelings into words.
The time it has taken me to type
could have been spent cutting my heart into thirds
opposed to waiting for the feelings of my heart to ripe.
The cracks running down my veins are bursting in the air.
The fact of the matter
is that you do not care.
Thanks for waiting for my fingers to compose this to let my feelings shatter.
birds’ chirps awaken
breaking the dawn’s blest silence
sunshine sits on end
praising God’s rich morning grace
new day’s surprises amaze
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Crawling creeping beetles nibble
scatter dither wind and wither
whether chew my mind and sweetly eat
or wittle holes in words I blather blithered incomplete
three thirds are hurled and rained and voided
annoyed I stew swear screamed "Destroy it!"
flung high a roar voraciously clear
heard words tremble dismember retreat with fear
Empty echos reach for letters
devours silence
belches beaks and feathes
if adams and eves be
hovels for souls
- and -
their bodies of some
thirty trillion cells
- then -
they average genes about
thirty five percent human
- meaning -
the adams and eves be as
two thirds earth eden garden
- soil -
mirroring all other life forms
seen in the earth eden mirror
- so that -
in caring for their own health
they be guard'ning the survival
- of earths -
stans sand
Dusting, as if Second Advent is Christmas Day
Entertaining, from abundance or for mere lack
Cooking with the crockery, banging out souffles
Eating thirds, doubling waistlines, seasonal pounds pack
Merry-making, sozzled so in the festive mood
Baking anything that has a beat, even snails
Expending on material goods till it's rude
Receiving presents, swapping cards and vintage tales
What did you do to be white
Why does that make you always right
Born into privileged by race
The humanity you disgrace
Two thirds a human being by law
Jim Crow skirting its flaw
Civil Rights codified by statue
Voting rights gerrymander by venue
Prison filled with poor black men
No bail plea bargaining innocent condemn
A cigarette a bag of skedaddles
A Black Lives matter a riddle
Choked to death at the hands of the law
An evil heart the white mans flaw
good-bye
summer
see you
next year
your turn
autumn
bring your
cool breeze
gleaming
light frost
do your
magic
changing
leaves from
green to
golden
red and
purple
see them
cascade
leaving
bare limbs~~
mums and
pumpkins
brighten
porches
kids in
costumes
trick or
treating
special
Thursday
when we
gather
speak of
blessings
feast on
turkey
autumn
now is
two-thirds
over
soon we
will be
singing
carols
SEA
Water, very deep to immense depths, no sunlight pierces
down here – blackness.
Coming to the surface, sunshine sparkles magically,
a myriad of dancing points of light.
Sea monster curling in the rip tide, powerful muscles
gracefully propelling him seawards – for food.
Salt water covers so much, two thirds of the globe, all this wetness.
Drown if you breathe it, don’t you dare unless you’re a fool.
To be a fish, man enjoys the sea, diving, sailing
or simply watching.