Short Watered Down Poems
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watered-down
yet toxic
shadows shout
jarring notes
discordant
deafens soul
the witness
eternal
is immune
09-March-2023
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Words just watered down.
Thoughts falling like sparkly tears.
Feelings soak through page.
Sentences flowing like streams.
Letters showering like rain.
I am so tired of things that are fake;
How much more do I have to take?
Filters and trends strike again
reminding me to abstain,
watered down world give me a break.
There was a pub called the Cross Keys
Well known for its pork pie and peas.
But the watered down beer
Gave drinkers no cheer.
And the seats were crawling with fleas.
From the crack of dawn to hours of late
She worked tirelessly for her brood of eight
Sweaty and exhausted, waited till everyone ate
Then watered down the curry for her plate
Written on:04/17/2017
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Can you imagine Trump actually grieving
On others himself he is always relieving
Have heard is a watered down version
Of people who sex have a perversion
While telling lies that are deceiving.
Jim Horn
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~ The ship has sailed
Casting seas
This the sentimental voyage
Those the waves engulfing me
Watered down withered tattered and torn
Swiss and swashed washed and decked these waves
So are compassionate so blows the winds
From the east to the west
Alas now I find myself shipwrecked~
Why try to write like somebody else,
by others passion driven
A watered down copy, trespassing free,
to alien words you’re smitten
A copycat artist who mimics the sounds,
your voice a toast unbidden
While somebody’s pain and somebody’s joy
—the stolen horse you’ve ridden
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
egg yolk
watered down
lost taste through the words you
spoke. classic;
same thing so long
like breathing, strength never
known to the strong-
alone- confusion concerning
blood within the bone.
as time crawls over skin,
irritation interrupts,
disrupts the slinking passage,
coercing acknowledgement
out of sentiment.
a million thoughts in my head
none of them constructive or so it seems
even though it keeps me awake
peace needs to find me again,
just in case my coordinates are flawed
just in case my compass lost direction
I need to embrace my space
slip back into me
not some watered down version of what people need me to be
©103010012012
COLLIDE
feeling like the cheerful child
so why does everything seem
blue
smiling while the rain pours down
I wrench open my sunshine box
review
watered down diminished barely
burning
taught to walk but ran away
discerning
perceiving an elusive state of
mind
I COLLIDE-- as cognizance is
declined
© Kim van Breda—March 2014
School's changed
Aim for the stars
Any which way
Choose a path
Watered down
Curricula general
Competency based
Little History and Literature
Math, English, Kiswahili
Science, Agriculture, Religion
Peppered with Social Studies
Topped with Pre-technical
Designed to produce workers
Who will not reason
Merely follow processes
Keeping the elite smiling
watered down soup has lost its flavor ~ the broth is not one to savor
it's over peppered and there's too much garlic ~ sometimes vitriolic
nothing wrong with a little pinch of salt ~ but don't use words to assault
those who post AI should be put in detention ~ maybe suspension
don't ladle me a bowl of soup ~ if it's been tainted, and that's the scoop
"Americano"
filter-dripped
watered down
weak coffee
artificial
the mood
steaming diluted
swings lower, unfilling;
the wanting
lusciously dark
hot to the tongue
more rapid
complex in richness
animated
scalding and sharp
Expresso
piercing arrow
shoots straight to the heart.
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Whole political picture proved to be pathetic;
Did need watered down version for diuretic,
For fluid to form,
Way above norm,
To be treated by Trump who once was a medic.
Trump lies about everything so he might as
well lie about this also.
What we wondered about was reaction,
We would find within a certain faction;
Stirred up pot;
Even when hot,
Hope it should draw much satisfaction.
Jim Horn
What can it mean to a new generation,
when lessons in history
—fail to inspire
What can it mean to a new generation,
when watered down values
—keep dousing the fire
What can it mean to a new generation,
as men hunt each other
—their food sources gone
What can it mean to a new generation,
when the lyrics are distant
—and they’ve stolen your song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Only
a
few
people
in your lifetime
are truly comfortable letting you be yourself.
All the others treat you like an instrument to be played and played with.
A thing that needs to be changed
into a form they want you to be.
Into a watered-down reflection of themselves.
A tool to be used for their comfort.
While trapping you in a claustrophobic form.
A stiff plastic face staring from the bottom of a cold black lake.
Do you spend twenty percent of your time
acquiring your beliefs
And eighty percent of your time
in defense
Do you have blinders on
about what you conceive
In fear of the critics
pretense
Are your views narrow focused
and then watered down
As the truth disavowed
slips away
Is your memory tainted
in times left to waste
As your efforts
—retreat in dismay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Escapism
Not possible
Now, and half a
Lifetime over.
Your hauntings
Cannot be eradicated
Until I get what
I want.
Eyes brown,
Watered down.
As you continue
to hide from me.
Tail between
your legs, something
I've seen before.
Mirroring you
is a misguided
priority until
I release you.
I refuse to
Undo this knot
And your tongue
tied and twisted
I continue this
futile quest
for restoration.
Escapism
Not possible
Now, and half a
Lifetime over.
Your hauntings
Cannot be eradicated
Until I get what
I want.
Eyes brown,
Watered down.
As you continue
to hide from me.
Tail between
your legs, something
I've seen before.
Mirroring you
is a misguided
priority until
I release you.
I refuse to
Undo this knot
And your tongue
tied and twisted
I continue this
futile quest
for restoration.
The sheep all feast on milk and honey
it's empty and it's meaningless but it's packaged up just right
Words of legends go ignored
in the shadow of this fraud
while the flock will head toward what they've been told to
Today everything seems watered down
the fakes have climbed the tree
it's all about who wears the crown
and runs from dignity
It seems the further back I go
the more treasure I find
treasure for the soul
treasure for the mind
Form:
having to have eye injections each month,
i make her favorites for dinner
i remember when we could only afford watered down kix
she came with hot plates and shared her blessings and miracles
i put the plate in front of her
i then listen to a funny story (to her) about the "mud in my diaper"
she then asks me if i smoke
i tell her no way and i put that on display
she laughs slightly and says well good
i drive her to her monthly eye injection tomorrow
My parents gave me answers
that arced and formed a dome.
Outside seemed beyond my grasp,
inside I would roam.
So even while I freely played
-in some ways I was wild,
my parents watered down the facts
to facts you’d tell a child.
A rebel would-be lawyer,
I’d try to build a case
against the facts they fed me,
to keep me in my place.
I screamed, I cried, I argued hard
to prove that I was right.
My parents shook their heads in vain,
til I would sleep at night.
The Muse is a poem without words,
so much better to bleed tangerine;
Cover a page with its scent and verse,
squirt it all into watered down eyes;
So much better to bleed tangerine,
acidic bated breath will always burn;
Prose’s scar left behind for all time;
Cover a page with its scent and verse,
that’s enough to inspire a calling;
To cultivate the next is timeless;
Squirt it all into watered down eyes,
invigorating a dormant phrase;
Style re-spun to infuse a new one.
Rising
sprawled
amid the carcasses
of demons quelled
strewn
like soldiers slain
spent munitions
drained of all their fire
their bloodshed pooled
puddles
of watered down
egos and woes
glisten
in the morning light
as hangover destined
in reflection
one half dead
and addicted
vain plan to abstain
finds itself
shot down
again
8/3/2019
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