Short Trussed Poems
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tangled
ensnared by doubt
trussed in hesitation
we add layered complexity
baffling
plain truth
simplicity
when clarity takes hold
it peels away layers to reach
the pith
Really Mommy? The annoyed preteen kitty cat said.
I am trussed up and there are antlers on my head.
Do not fuss said Mama Cat or you can be the tree.
Stuck with a blinking star and tinsel scratchy to thee.
Love has me now
all trussed up helpless
alone scared to the soul
wandering in circles
within my mind
I see the flash
I wait for thunder
a single raindrop falls
drowning me
love has me now
I smile
then wait
for another storm
Form:
1970’s FIX
Tied, bound, cinched
Must-a-bin-bad
Fastened, secured, fixed
Must-a-bin-bad
Trussed, restrained, enslaved
Must-a-bin-bad
Strung, laced, affixed
Best lay still
Learn not fight it, else
It gets tighter
Sunshine Williams
The cold, so cold ground
Binding and pulling
And holding me down
Embraced by the crypt
Confined and restrained
And life’s breath stripped
Stygian inked
Such stifling dark
And soul’s light extinct
I find myself here
Trussed by death’s grave
Without hope, just fear
In the cold, cold ground
Decayed and corrupt
Neath my burial mound
You flutter in my pulse
like a small bird,
open wide-eyes
beneath my skin.
We are clasped in the hasp
of an opening and closing,
saturated and indentured
to pleasure-trussed
stirrings.
Hunting angels illuminate
our tongues and fingertips.
If we move too far
from each other
our flesh goes blind.
Gratitude is not enough
we endow each moment
to reverence.
Listen to poem:
Everything is a microcosm, like Matryoshka dolls nested.
Pass-a-parcel wrapped, layer on layer, with meanings to be divested.
Solution begets problem after problem en-wrapped, trussed and tied.
Resolution confronted by endless piles of issues, stacked high-plied
Inside each doll, another doll with doll inside, inside.
Each an epitome, a microcosm to be cracked and defied.
Jailed at home by a white, frozen world
Adorned by one unmindful Jack Frost.
Ceramic ice was recklessly hurled,
Kicking bitter, beast-winter across
Fields, woods, yards and modern built cities.
Rejoicing nature rules us as boss,
Offering risky snow trussed pretty.
Some people claim this day is a loss,
Taken by a prankster, Mister Frost.
I cannot face a whole turkey
for when I see the leg sticks
trussed up in the air
it is undignified
and reminds me
there will be no more running days
no more flirting days
no more chasing dancing courting days
for this particular fowl
I prefer to purchase a turkey breast
knowing that you can live without a breast
it makes me feel less like a killer
more civilized somehow
as I push the corpse into the turkey bag.
COPLA CINCUENTA Y UNO: This Bad Guy World
Evil pounces on the defenceless
The covert path beckons the Bad Guy:
Pollutes pure blood
Watch how the Bad Guys congregate unless
Good Guys en bloc block Bad Guy ploy:
Altar sacred
When plots are hatched covered with lies
With Security Council vetoes:
Who sucks profits
All trussed up by treacherous spies
Truth’s smothered in accursed ghettoes:
Rich man’s glove fits
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Another lame duck
That ran out of luck
Encountered financial loss
A failure at work
Now seen as a jerk
He happens to be the boss!
Employees revolt
His feathers will moult
His dignity has been plucked
He needs a new perk
Lost wife then his work
In more than one way he’s f***ed.
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3rd September, 2014
Collaboration ~ Paul Callus & Casarah Nance
Contest: A Lovely Alouette (revised)
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placing: 5th