Short Vise Poems
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Preparing his conference speech
Old man ended up on nude beach
By virtue or vise
He stuck his device
In each blowhole he could reach
Poop stuck in the hole
push to purge without success
Get me the vise grips!
Inspired by, I do do give credit to Jan Allison.
I hope this is not offense to Souper's!
Start your day
With a vise-like grip
About its throat
And shake the living sxit
Out of it, then
finish with a wink,
An aside to nature,
who worries for you
more than you may think.
Pushing ahead,
doubtless clarity
fills your head.
On retrospection
is when you see
errors in decision.
Hey, hey, life is a dice -
roll it, pray you get lucky,
otherwise, caught in a vise!
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
—Aeschylus
Happiness in Memoriam
Each neuron tingles with happiness, in unnerving vise.
Presently, the squeeze of brain, heart and grit, unbearable.
The lion’s faint, tin clatters, straw pieces pecked, crows gather.
waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby
three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack
quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle
driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped
The Darkening Other Side
Ingenuity underlying unites position made,
Darkness internal vise impression.
Imaginary dare ceremony toy youthful different.
Leave sensitive,
Committing regret journey,
Assuring brighter deepening beliefs.
Smile thence composed,
Chose hung injured.
Evil assures agitations lowest.
Revision: January 02, 2023, 9:10 PM (EST)
A man is but a vision,
Cast by his lifes shadows.
His heart is pressed with the vise of his own desires.
Scared by the wrongs that he has endured,
Yet his hopes and dreams have not faded.
He stands strong and proud,
As firm as a rock within a mountain.
His roots buried deep,
So that he may drink from the waters of life.
His reflection is not unjust.
Its that his picture is not yet finished.
Roses are red
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Do one to me as I’d do un to you
What if I told you violets are red instead of what you perceive to be blue
The stars are 300 thousand suns, times distance to you
Marvel at experiencing existence
The ashes of the Phoenix rise up in abstract vividness
What we are is positively limitless
So when you ask me why roses are blue
And violets are red
Vise versa instead
Then void the footprints so demur,
wherein once walking, my feet pure
now doomed to stalking, faith as cure
the vise I deemed as caulking, minus stir ~
My country, silence balking
truth to serve
retreat while there is lacking
moment's lure!
What then is counteracting
what reserve
the led are never leaders
pretense verve!
To keep thy promise keeping
keep your nerve
you backed away my seeking ~
. . . . . with conserve!
VISION
IF I GET DEEP EVOLVE YOUR
VISIONARY OUTLOOK..
ALL THINGS ARE RELEVANT
LIKE
BATS AND RADAR
AND SYNCHRONIZED CYCLES
DECODE
WHAT IS ENCODED IN YOU.
KNOW AGAIN-WHAT YOU
ONCE
KNEW
EVOLVE TO WHAT YOU
ONCE
KNEW
KNOW THAT YOU KNOW
JUST REMEMBER- RE-COLLECT
YOUR ORIGINAL
VISION
RE RE RE RE RE RE RE-RE
RE-CALL-RE-VISE-RE-VISION
RE-PAIR
IMPAIRED VISION
RECLAIM KNOWLEDGE
INVOLVE YOUR MEMBERS
EVOLVE
RE-NEW.
Fear causing visceral strain
nausea rises like the moon,
full and vain;
not enough……..
never enough……..
greed without end……….
What more is there to gain?
Choking on the tension,
the pleasers refrain.
Gagging on the longing
the loneliness,
the pain.
No excuse.
No explain.
Rest awhile these aged bones…
in the space between
between one breath and the next
meditation is the thing.
Just breathe and
loose the vise again.
My eyes are stinging, burning,
tears scalding down my face,
my heart is in a vise of guilt
as I wallow in disgrace.
I dread the Karma I've created
in this lousy, crazed lifetime.
How I've damaged my children,
the punishment, sublime.
©Danielle White
Sick of the sorrow
Throw it all away
Leave room for tomorrow
Live on yesterday and today
Move forward
Move on
Don’t go backward
Like vise-versa dusk to dawn
I was on the edge of no tomorrow
Give me faith, Lord, not sorrow
Give me a reason to overcome
The waves of emotions
I succumb to the feeling of numb,
Crossing a thousand oceans
Just to reach to you
Just to hear your voice again
Shine on, grow on, smile on
Form:
She's a skilled fighter
Nests a fire-breathing dragon
Rests in the barrel of her gun
The rumble of thunder
Just a drop of her blood
The badge stood crime still
Time froze in her powerful spill
Injustice fertilised the ground
Against all tradition, she's a knight
Hidden beauty behind the vise
Maiden on the wings of justice
An angelic armour shinning light
I drink daily from her mug
A fresh cop of her love
Full of peace like a dove
Her shield protects me like a bear hug