Short Throttling Poems
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Soothing scintillas
Do kiss an impuissant swain
In weird, wintry pain.
England seems hoary--
Throttling cold untold lashes
The land of glory.
There lived an old man named Brett
Doctor’s delight and hospital’s pet
He got finally convinced
It’s better to be deceased
Than be in medicine’s throttling net!
fast
throttling
in a pageantry
of eternal beauty
my little pigeons
perform’ng
a ministry
like some goddesses
of my deep-delv’d niger
come, throttle, dance
like some mbari dancers
smil’ng before this moon
the happy queen
of my clan!
i tried to fly
but his grip was..
too strong.
frantically grasping my wings,
He pulled me close.
zooming into my demise.
He hauled me down,
throttling me,
free falling toward home.
There was nothing i could do.
no hope.
just the thin clouds dissipating beneath me.
this is what i wanted.
right?
or did i really think i could
fly.
"That is the way I want"
That is the way I want..
While self throttling ..;
Poetry tenderly walks..
On the stones pulse,
Agile, friendly..
Precipitation sumptuous in Alacrity temples..!
,
That is the way I want..
While, the night approached in a full taste
Watchful eye and dexterous hand
In catching what waving..
A white dream, to a text white..!
Fatima Nusairat Fatima
The Nearest Exit …
… discarding memories,
suffocating in nostalgia’s
throttling grip,
I flee, moment by moment,
away from the now,
seeking, yearning,
chasing phantom clouds of
promise,
coveting shrouded whispers of
hope,
seducing empty vessels of
belonging,
I flee, moment by moment,
away from the now,
seeking, yearning,
lost, alone, torn,
slowly crawling to the nearest
exit
Form:
Was walking down memory lane,
Was walking on the beach,
Throttling the feelings of pain,
Keeping doubts out of reach.
Had a look at the sands of time
The hours when time itself stood still,
Could hear distant bells chime,
And I was walking while I still stood still.
Felt the heat of the sun beating,
Could sense an awe that the past left,
Saw the sheath of life fleeting,
Glimpses of what was there were best.
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