Short Uncoil Poems
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Hearts beat like stars die,
Footprints are washing away.
Snakes uncoil,
Demons fly.
Save yourself,
No one is getting out alive.
Form:
Over Started To Boil
Was upset when things over started to boil;
Then there appeared to be another turmoil;
Peace and quiet,
Now part of diet,
And feel better when I will relax and uncoil.
Jim Horn
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Drops flung free of Winters' pelt,
pelt pale seedlings strung below
Below the soil, as spring is felt,
felt springs uncoil through melting snow
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Lady in repose
drifting to horizons
pink and psychedelic
where dream dimensions
uncoil like ribbons
vibrant rainbow iridescence
circling moon spotlight
hidden fairy places
angel spun filigree
festooning domed citadels
of fantasy tales.
Uncoil, detach from ego glue
Attachments manifest
Rest desires, then nothing to rue
Earth life but play and jest
Joyous meditation
In void of cessation
Exits mind’s stagnation
Turmoil
Uncoil
24-January-2022
Quietus
My Charms disarmed, a panic alarm-
A Signal that something's wrong
Oh, how I fear I'll fall to harm,
And question where I belong
All the talk, their root and stalk
Grows in Sadists' soil
We planted seeds in wicked weeds,
And were fruitful with our toil
Alerted, deserted; no method asserted-
While vile vines uncoil!
Inspired by Time is the Healer by Glenn Hughes
It's an old expression.
Time heals every wound.
It's not an easy lesson
when you've been marooned.
It's an old expression.
A watched pot won't boil,
and your depression
won't lift or uncoil.
Time is the healer.
Don't worry about "when".
Pretty soon we'll see yer
back on your feet again.
Listen to poem:
I gasped, as asp clasped fast
around my head like a plaster cast cap.
It was coiled round and round
like a ringlet of hair wrapped
around a curler, with head reared up
poised like spitting cobra.
What spell can I cast to uncoil, unclasp the asp?
For I'm too scared to grasp the asp
and cast the serpent skyward.
Perhaps wearing the Uraeus asp cap
means I'm a Pharaoh!
spirit hunter,
you stalk the shadow moon
neck straining to uncoil upon diaphanous night
what whisper have you heard
above the creak of batten board
the shiver of a window pane
arched and graceful is your silhouette
cat eyed guardian
moonlight prowler
paw prancer
settle the unsettled ones from
fear and in insubstantial light
protect with tooth
and claw your Mother’s
night
So its crazy
My mind is lazy
The view is hazy
In the real world
Lifes in a whirl
Ties unfurl
Uncoil your curl
In the real world
Defence is attack
You want to strike back
But courage you lack
In the real world
So acceptance is real
The emotions you feel
The stress that you deal
In the real world
learn to let go
just live it slow
maybe say no
in the real world
Like a skeletal skunk
You no longer make scents
You are a rotten moose
No longer worth a buck
Your opinions are like a dead bird
Dreadful and completely fowl
The only thing you have of worth
Is deep inside the soil
Maybe if you bury yourself
A new root may uncoil
If you somehow spring new roots
Like a dead owl I would still give not two undead hoots
Oh how i wish i could hide inside these words
and look straight into your dreamy eyes
hear you uncoil your imagination
your sexy lips give out amorous sighs.
To light your fuse stir you into action
tender to the flame that keeps me alive
as my desire traces your silhouette mind
unable to touch yet our love will survive.
If only i could hide inside these words.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
I have walked
on the grinding edge
of my wind-sharpened shores,
have talked of myself
beside the surf of myself.
I am grown thin in the service of
speaking thoughts out loud.
Where the shingle washes
beached starfish,
long-drowned words uncoil
to raise my voice
above a roaring silence.
Still, an in-coming tide
swallows and forgets,
swallows and forgets.
Limpid tendrals stretch forth to the sky
as they nestle deep in the forest's embrace
and off their tendrals
a sheen of water slides off
this liquid sunshine
that enables growth
tender tendrals purposefully break the soil
verdant and fresh
and will uncoil as they are programmed
when the sun finally shines
in amongst the trees
I inhale the forest's various scents
and observe the tendrels
intermingling with each other
Form:
A vicious spell has been cast
into a black cauldron to boil
Trouble and toil attempts to spoil
The snake is beginning to uncoil
He will keep you up late reeling in hate
continually accepting the dangling bate
Post twelve o’clock chime precisely timed
his louring voice will play games
behind the candles flickering flames