Short Unnaturally Poems
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There is too much energy,
coincidentally,
Too much memory,
incrementally,
Too much sensory,
What has entered me
So unnaturally?
We got tangled up in bed
Our legs, hands, fingers, bodies
Unnaturally twisted, intertwined
All crazy angles…
Why? Because of Kama Sutra typos!
spray-painted
flowers
wither unnaturally
like a butterfly
landing
on an imbecile
Mere husks remain,
unnaturally strewn,
lying by the dozens
on a red-soaked field.
Once stoutly girded,
masking fiery resolve
underneath unassuming
exteriors, naught but the
faintest hints linger,
sad siren calls to
former greatness.
It’s the ticking, ticking of the clock
I’m alone again unnaturally
And I hear the black dog
Growling, sneering at me
It doesn’t go away
As I close my eyes
I will still see
The black dog
Growling, sneering at me
Even if it leaves today
It will be back soon anyway.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The Sun rises on all of us everyday
The moon and stars shine every night
On all of us, all earthly things,
Rocks, water, dust, plants, animals, and men
who have made walls, borders, and sorting out..
Ignoring what within and what are out
In make ups lives, somehow, many of us live unnaturally.
my husband and I love chicken beasts
he likes his baked regular recipe
If I ate the coating, I would want crispy
but I am dieting, so I tear off the coating for the dogs
my children only eat chicken legs
I have a twin who eats wings
we throw them out
our family is unnaturally prejudiced about our chicken preferences
a dyed flower is like a simulated gemstone
they are unnatural,
unfounded, rather orchestrated,
unnaturally pretty,
prettier than the natural
flowers and the natural gemstones
people are sometimes like this,
unnatural, unfounded, rather orchestrated,
prettier than the natural people.
They are real, just in a better way,
easier to appreciate and love
Grandmother Cottonwood’s leaves glistened.
Shaking their silver sides against the breeze.
Glossy and pointedly sculpted, a few listened.
As her main twig rolled up his sleeve.
I had not seen a talking tree since Babes in Toyland.
Expected some marching and a mariachi band.
The woods were unnaturally quiet and stark still.
North wind providing a coldish autumn chill.
Lately tesselating thoughts
grin unnaturally
at mental gates wide open
to the mosaic of evil.
Is there ever a Requiem
that can sate the abyss
that craves a Requiem?
An Amazonian Gardener
for Death Valley,
their own self a Valley of Death?
Black coffee meltdown
walking down the street.
The 100-year-old bell chimes 11 times,
and I cross my fingers.
Her email was 77.
I am burdened with the knowledge of a million aftermaths.
My mind splits each possibility, each more real than the last.
Each path is unnaturally woven with rapid memories.
As I reach more deeply.
I discover that I can see the pieces of a family I used to be a part of.
And the paths that were dull and nonsensical-
Are eclipsed with smiling fragments that turn poignant.
flatsie dolls pretty
in the eye of the beholder,
not for its shapely flesh
cookie cutout figures, shoes
positioned unnaturally
to their sides.
so what draws in the girly-crowd?
hair so plush, sometimes in pink
and a Shirley Temple dress
just below each cheek.
flatsies went out of style,
never glamour dolls
but bring a smile
when pinterest chances
a childhood peek.
1/30/2020
I try not to.
I blink anyway.
Like blinking out seawater.
It pours.
Goosebumps are uncontrollable.
Sitting for hours.
Sitting unnaturally.
But I can’t shift, only sway.
They command me to stand.
My feet are asleep, but that’s not the worst of it.
I see my surroundings again.
Bed.
I’m embarrassed.
I lie down and become stiff again.
I don’t bother with the blanket.
It never helps.
I don’t bother crying.
It never ever helps.
What lies.
What lies
Among beds of roses
The promises of spring
The ever-fragrant highs
What sighs
When its stems are clipped
Dropped into a vase
Far from azure skies
will it try
Wo shamelessly adorn
Bouquets, wilted petals stripped
Trimmed of dreaded thorns
Will it cry
Because it lack the worth
The beauty it once held
When it was bedded in the earth
Will it die
Forced unnaturally to graph
The flower in the urn may smile
But it will never laugh
Dirty hearts
Unaturally diseased
Covered molded spots
Resuscitating streams deserts on fire
Oceans beds dissolving
Don't eat the food
Don't! Your bread sour
Tasting sugar sweetened sauce
Salt filthy clouds
Dirty air raindrops fall
Where's the rainbow
Climates falling
Nature stalling
Global warming
California burning
Dirty hearts unnaturally dressed
Free apocalyptic end of the world, I digress?
10/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020