Short Unsmiling Poems
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her mean-spiritedness detonates
unsmiling green eyes that narrow
and expose the crannies and
cubbies of her harsh mouth
amplifying sounds
of rage in her
honey tones,
sickly
sweet
Tell me, my unsmiling face,
Are you roaming earths lonliest place,
Without Mother, Father or friend,
Without beginning, middle or end,
Are you bereft, empty and hollow,
Soaked in grief, sadness and sorrow,
Tell me my unsmiling face,
Are you roaming earths lonliest place.
Today was April Fool’s Day,
reminding me
of lighter times.
While listening to the news this morning,
I yearned for the traditional,
“Gotcha, April Fool.”
But all I heard,
reflected an unforeseen truth
from an unseen enemy.
No prank
or white lie could I detect,
from unsmiling faces.
The April Fool remained hidden
in pandemic’s shadow.
Traveling with a purpose by One who went before us,
to do this in order to obtain our Royal Priesthood. Enter
Heaven's gate.
The quest is to penetrate the hardness of hearts, to
light up unsmiling faces... requiring daring along with
certain times of solitude.
Set the course to destroy Satan's evil schemes.
Use the Word of God, His truth as your sword.
Woman who doesn't have
fear of cockroach ...
man who supports
well the pain ...
Nervous to become silent,
shy to be super speaker ...
serious to smile,
unsmiling have
loose laughter ...
Listen to the snake chirp ...
Cow coughing and ox flying,
christened horse attend
the mass,
battle horse
to fight...
Jaguar do
the nails,
mooing bullfrog,
ancient cock command ...
Sunlit Cascais
Today the sun shines
Over the bay, a pilot boat
Is going out
To take a small coast ship
into Lisbon.
In the night
the couple upstairs
made robust love
Plaster fell as snow
on our bed.
And that was ok
ing is better than war
I know the woman
often see her in the foyer
she looks haughty and chaste
and unsmiling.
Not that I would tell
about her nightly desire
but the falling plaster
it is a worry.
Silent
is she whose
sharp mind
unraveled;
she died.
This woman,
friendly,
loved to gab
and laugh.
Unsmiling
in her
casket now. . .
her face
is strangely
beautiful.
May 13. 2019 for the 'Charlieku New Form' Poetry contest of charles messina
Poetry form description: The poem must be 15 lines long and the syllable count must be 23232,3232,323,23,3 Also, it must be 5 lines, 4 lines, 3 lines, 2 lines and 1 line.
SMOKING ON NEVSKY PROSPEKT
Late summer - too tired to try
To keep up with world going by
Anonymous face a foreign voice
Girl with dark eye-shade of choice
Man unsmiling in leather jacket
Passing me and my cigarette packet
The noise of buses on the breeze
The canal-boat tours under the trees
Smells of borsch and kasha please
Ice cream women in their cool oases
Petersburg sun fading fast
This cigarette will be my last
Twenty one was the year it took-
To being unraveled like a book.
And all those footsteps that once were woven.
Become random patterns as my past is stolen.
When I was unsmiling and small.
The future would feel like a cliff that I was destined to fall.
But now that path that was once sad and unspoken-
Has crumbled as the clock in my head was broken.
And all the fumbles and all the falls-
That seemed like mistakes turn into endless waterfalls.
Attention spans declining
Faces stuck to their pimp phones.
Unsmiling addicts, they've become.
Spreading the infection of indifference.
We've become a generation of neglect
Children are being emotionally orphaned
We'll have little need for vocal cords or tongues.
Just long fingers for tickling keys.
No need to walk or run or have fun.
Everything is brought to our doorstep.
No need for arms or legs.
No need for playgrounds or babysitters
Just a gray room and a keyboard.