Short Underbelly Poems

Underbelly pink
Sun teetering on the brink
Seagulls flying home...

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Concrete plane foresight
Polyrhythmic totem stalk
Waterfalls upward...

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turtle snap makes splash
in few words one discovers
the underbelly...

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Uranus, arsenal and album
All three refer to our rear chasm   
Sometimes smelly
Like a goat's underbelly
But often causing painful spasms...

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Uranus, arsenal and album
All three referring to our rear chasm   
Sometimes smelly
Like a goat's underbelly
But often causing painful spasms...

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Uranus, arsenal and album
All three referring to our rear chasm   
Sometimes smelly
Like a goat's underbelly
But often causing painful spasms...

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SATAN is:

a mind bending
  never ending
     reptilian 
    slithering
   underbelly
      licking
    taste of
ashes to ashes
      and 
dust to dust 
      fame....

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Dreaming
In the underbelly
Of the night
Brings hope or
Sometimes desperation
Hope drifts in
On little cat feet
Roars out with
The pride of a lion
Desperation roars in
Like a ferocious tiger
Drifts out taking
Your sleep with it...

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SNAKE VERSUS CROW


the tail rattled.    with its black heart

and glaring attention, the crow

pecks.     road burn on the underbelly

as the snake slithers down

to the creek.       crow can occupy

as sentry to my property,     presently.


5/18/2018...

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Unlocking, 
the silver knife.
The poetry matters, 
when it is dark.   

      *

Night, 
has its own secrets, when,
dew spreads out 
the beadings on grass.

       *         

Blackbuck was ready 
to shed the antlers. 
Moon was hornless. 


Satish Verma...

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A poem
comes out a long trailing of words,
tendrils of heart,
shadows of the soul,
sweeping across this great, great place,
like a spirit seeking home.
And finding that
sweet spot,
the soft underbelly
of a grey and troubled world,
somehow my
words
comfort
me.

Diana - April 23, 2015...

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Slowly drifting on a billowing cloud 
the languid liquids drench the underbelly
of the moons ethereal glow. 
The dreamscape transitions from 
dark to light.
Shockwaves shiver and melt into 
lakes of mercurial sky.
Fire flashes, breathing new life
into Nuclear Nights born of 
creative overflow....

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I once had a Manx who constantly primped; her white underbelly never sported one piece of grass or dirt.  She kept so clean and fluffy that we’d no idea he’d had her backside chewed up for three days, by an Opossum!

In altercation
My cat became Opossum
Chow wearing teeth marks....

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Again. The search 
will start 
for the virgin truth.

Unseen. The invisible
character, unfolds
a bipolar paradox.

So far. I have come 
groping in dark 
for a terpsichare.

Spineless. You 
fly in the wordless
blues of the veins.

The underbelly
was smooth, tied with a
criminal moon.

Satish Verma...

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VEGAS
the soft underbelly you painted it well,
and brought out the sorry,
and almost the smell,
where the pimps n the drug dealers,
glide,
with some only there 4 the ride,
as the waves of emotion,
do tell,
and others held by the spell,
have their cash on the,
ultimate,
SLIDE 

Don

re Debbie Duncan "Sin City"...

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The dafthood of it all
is overwhelming
at times.
I am a fool, and my
foolishness
is not a mirrored
human mannerism
or shared trait,
but a pious
and unique flaw
I have been
taught
to champion
as my truth.
It is my sharp
knee, and
my uni-brow.
It is a welt
on the underbelly
of my tongue,
craving the 
acidic touch
of citrus drinks....

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An underbelly of warm linen.
How the bed sways under our press!
Years tangle sheets into memories.

Tropical the damp limbs of intimacy;
long hair doused with coconut oils
dark coils, erotic scents
catching fire once more
between empty hands.

A cold man warms his mind,
relives a passion
only a creaking bed once lost at sea
can now recall....

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Desensitized
from the world'd murky underbelly
self mutilate your soul
free your mind
serve the masses to the wolves
controlled by greedy mercenaries
hungry for power
society corrupted by corporate logos
brainwashed to purchase the goods
materialism to the very core
money equals power
equals corruption
billions spent on warfare
kill to make that green
evil has no borders...

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The land withdrew into white

Black brittle bone limbs and branches

Scrape at a sagging blue gray underbelly of sky

A northern world descends in to itself

Dreams slow to a dead stop

Then everything reverses

As it has as far as can be remembered
  
Submerged slipping inward close

Below an ice frost skin

My lips trace the curves of your eyelids
 
In the ground covered in snow....

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Red Maple

Water seeking roots,
Leaf margin-toothed,
What is hunger

To one always hungry?
Sated by superiority, dead
wood cut by a neck

So pruned of stubble, so
Neonatal it disappears when
Turned sideways. Flat red

Coat stitched with peduncles
Of beaded ivory ripples in a
Wind that whitens the underbelly.

The roar of hunger
Sounds off. Its echoes
The deepest scarlet.  
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in the wee hours
of the morning
i love to watch the sun
stretch its arms lazily
as it thinks about
rising ever so slowly
and the october leaves
so sparse are fluttering
in breathless anticipation
for a few warm rays
to caress their dorsal fins
and underbelly



AP: 3rd place 2022

Submitted on October 25, 2018 for contest END OCTOBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on October 20, 2018...

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Skyscrapers, sheathed in glass, stretch to the sky
as a convoluted maze of asphalt
rivers connect concrete caves they flow by.
Patches of green appear like mold on cheese
amidst bright neon lights, corruption, and sleaze.
All cities have a dark underbelly;
they're overcrowded, noisy, and smelly.
At rush hour, when traffic slows to a crawl,
a beggar begging to fill his belly
doesn't find city streets friendly; not at all....

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They say its impossible to have both a pleasant and foul
thought simultaneously   that may or may not be true..
but It seems that the foul ones are much stickier 
adhering to the soft underbelly of the mind
a toxic build up of blue times
engulfing all light   eventually.
Pleasant thoughts are hummingbird like
flitting from synapse to synapse
disappearing into the seam of the unknown
coming back the next time with a
tinge of blue on the tongue...

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