Short Unevenly Poems
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tenuous strands
lithely tethering
the soul to reality...
strummed unevenly
by life
sharp notes
compose
a subtle dirge
of mournful
ambivalence
14 May 2023
This morning feels bit chilly
It’s about time to go
It doesn’t seem too silly
I’m used to wind and snow
I shuffle down the high street
I’m crossing the old square
It’s slippery, I watch my feet
Don’t want to stumble there
The tiles are laid unevenly
It might be too abrupt
If I fall down, conceivably
Won’t bother to get up
How Much Longer Will We
Sacrifice JUSTICE for MERCY
With the likes of
Our Dee Pee Bee's (Domestic Purposes Benefits)
Before we realize it
Undermines OUR morality
Insidiously insinuating itself in
To legislation landscaped unevenly
As if handouts are 'free'.
"Who DECIDES WHO IS NEEDY?"
Should be the question asked.
Why do we ignore
Embedded in the core
The rot mercy masked?
Form:
As sandy clouds coalesce
Stardust pulses through the rampant current
And I know not the story
Of fragments washed ashore
Of paltry particles filling the gaps
Of golden grains compacted underfoot
As ghosts that once imprinted the coast
That have long-since been considered
Time passes unevenly
Left in a concealed crevice under the pier to be forgotten
Untouched for four hundred seasons
sun tanned unevenly, foxed
grimy fingers caress bruising
pounded by day's narration
churlish in onyx, was its hint
over feathered combs, see,
of flicked, creased pages
buried, stained words
were never read
while cold rooms grow colder
an author's sweat for nothing
stemmed the reader's keen
though skimmed at best
and your dilated pupils
captured out-of-breath palates
so I travelled second hand
yesterday, for just over a quid
The blaring, deafening diesel
Horn warned its imminent approach
To the major intersection
Of town with four cacophonies:
Each longer than the preceding
One as its screeching wheels clamored
Across the unevenly seamed
Cold tracks causing each set of wheels
To rhythmically sound their unique
Click-clack beat as the weathered cars
Swayed side to side in a seeming
Endless queue of commodities.
Far off in the distance is heard
The faint four as it rolled westward.
Laboring through the thoughts in my brain
Always keeps me from the sleep I desire.
Breathing unevenly, my body flails from left to
Right, working myself through the troubled maze.
Is my son doing well at college?
Now where did I put my glasses?
Think we will ever conquer COVID?
Hope my aunt will survive her surgery.
Is my mom getting enough company?
Nodding off, just as my alarm begins to charm,
Ending another night of twisting and turning through my labyrinthine mind.
Age 5 .
Threw sticks at the sunlit patched sphere of a darkening blue.
Can I break the hanging ballon?
Instant raw atmosphere
Scattering moment.
On the black skyline.
Whitness beam , Now unevenly line spilled
Numerous sparkle , Sharp Triangles doomed silently
Mass disappeared for a second of eternity
Entire ground. Unfeltable
Unbelieved brittle fall ..
The day that the moon broke.
Trully unforgettable.