Short Tightening Poems
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how can the tightening noose
strangle our vaporised self
yet if it seems to
wave it away
if that's our wish
06-November-2022
hairy white hands
clenching into fists
jaw tightening quick
I step backwards
his eyes throwing
sparks my breaK-ing
nose, my broken heart
7/16/12
For the "Shanzi" contest
She mounts her stallion.
Rides hard, nectar overflows.
Tightening private muscles.
Dismounts her stallion.
Takes nice long, sensuous bath.
Now relaxing all muscles.
Eyes
Watching
A candle,
Gaze Surrendered,
Find the world
Ear listening,
Look back after looking
So you can
See my spirit
...and grasp tightening my eyes to shut
Parents,
hover over their children
Adults,
smothering their young
Choices curtailed,
freedom spoon fed
Gallows
—for youth to be hung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Eyes
Watching
A candle,
Gaze Surrendered,
Find the world
Ear listening,
Look back after looking
So you can
See my spirit
...and grasp tightening my eyes to shut
Raspy, sexified tones began tightening
Like nooses around my throat
A trail of corpses appeared nonexistent
To millions of natural eyes
Catastrophically I was yet another victim
In the pages of murder that she had composed
She must be found…
I think its funny how when I go to sleep
there are animals that are just now waking up
Stretching their muscles
Tightening their senses
In life there is no such thing as still
Something is always moving
Always alive
Ready to hunt
I flap, remembered
through treacherous gusts:
freedom dismembered
by old bloodline trusts
assuring collapse
with floods of treaties
prompting a relapse
of diabetes
bursting the synapse
in chemical sway,
tightening those bootstraps
till trust fades away.
Death sentence
Heads hang
High
With tears
Of rain
Pouring on their face.
The woven knot
Is tied around necks,
Tightening slowly
Cutting off circulation
From their brains
Down to their feet.
Feeling their pulse
Slow with a deep
Chilling demand for death.
Form:
Yes, I heard that
The crickets stridulating
Just when day was darkening
The frogs all flat
And bass drums in need of tightening
Late owl asking
Who was listening
The quarrels of the dogs
The night's harmony rending
The guns random futility
A sleepless clamour
Of cold hostility
Jungle's deadly wolf roams,
Jaws tightening its limbs
Jutting out from ashed night;
Jeers growl for a prey's blood.
Jingling its canine paws,
Jolts ripping hunter's flesh
Joust against man...beast wins !
Pleiades-J Contest
3/5/2017
Checked with www.howmanysyllable.com
Girl she knew what she was doing; tightening up these screws...
Her beauty, knows how to play hardball; especially, when it all comes
Unto everlasting eternal love ? Painting corners at a thousand miles an hour
Atop their knees time bleeds these eyes but they wish and in life with she; you see.
Form:
The infant
in that Isuzu
Doesn't find this
Funny one bit.
Crossing the cul-de-sac
I was even disciplined
for doing so
without guidance.
And to what avail?
Pink berets, tightening
my hair down
into the summer sun.
It was that movie
that perhaps changed
things.
Or was I the
Impostor all along?
I dreamt of a siren
with crystal skin and quaint braided hair.
her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure,
coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus
tightening at my throat
The alluring notes
pierce through my rasp scream—
In cold sweats I
wake up nauseous—
My vocal cords enfolded in her skin.
Blood boiling,
Temperature rising,
Fist tightening,
Teeth clenching,
My body shaken with anger
Evil thoughts going through my head
Wishing I could do something to make things even
But I'm the better person
That doesn't retaliate
I don't follow through with my thoughts
I just simply go on about my day
Form:
with this sing
i songly wed
i did you and
you did too
i bridled the not
French but Spanish
kiss thus tightening
the knot not loosening
i now pronounce you
pronouns in the eyes
of a looney tune spit
sputtering Sylvester
stutter Puddy Cat
and i say i say i say
Leg Horn as a
southern fog drawls in
Form:
Aromatically enticing
Under a crisp, gray sky
Tightening my breath
Unyielding cold air rushed by
Melodically the birds
Nonchalantly they head
South they fly
Impatient is the cold
Sneaky and quite bold
Geometrically the flakes shine
Obviously prematurely
No sooner we have snow this time so damn
Early
I become animal
with her
and animals
know no sin...
Dark and delicious
is she
knot of love
ever tightening...
We lay
watching shadows
on the wall
each others faces
she plays with my hair...
Erotic photons
we become
galaxies colliding
exploding into
a million pieces
crashing into one another..
~ ~
Dying Nation
Anguished, frustrated
Cowering Inside,
Trapped in cobweb
Nation's life.
Disentangle, escape
Tightening grip,
Handcuffed by
Society's whip.
Hypocrats, Scandals
Stymieing progress,
Repressed opinion
Honesty undressed.
Bomb-Blast, massacres
Breaking events,
Delighted vultures
Hunger content.
twitches belie pressure, nerve endings fray ~ in shock from the exposé
love child appears out of the blue ~ dna sticks tight, unlike cheap screw
damage done, tied is the splice ~ heat of the moment has balls in a vice
prenuptial’s void, tightening grip ~ busted now, far too late for that snip
By
David Kavanagh
a warm home grown on your skin
of a golden glow flickering paper thin
as the red hot log emits a crack and a hiss..
our stimulated minds meet at passion's kiss
a tightening embrace of a bronze statue
melting her heart, she surrenders her virtue
the marble floor stages a horizontal pirouette
a fire dance of static, blazing silhouettes
lips circling
slipping by saluting nipple its tautness
causing tightening skin
chin surfing slipping further
lips stopping to tumble a tremble
eyes contact
and wants gravitates from within
then dragged following
sliver sliver saliva trail
with parting knees musk a must
a taste of rememberance on the tounge
and remember indeed is the need
A concept very hard to grasp:
Remove a thought the mind has clasped.
And though we struggle, though we try
We won’t pick up the reason why.
It’s right there, right within our grip,
Yet tightening, our fingers slip.
We cannot free ourselves of thought
Ensnared within the neurons, caught.
By this, our efforts are undone:
Our brains, one-way, opposable thumbs.
Tick tock tick tock goes your clock
time passes and passes my time
tick tock, tick tock goes my life time
Quarter hour you sing a song
Every quarter you sing away the time
Chimes and ding dong on the hour
My power is fading with the sun set
Sing me a lullaby all the night long
Nightmares of phantoms stealing my life
Singing a lullaby while tightening my noose.