Short Weighting Poems
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Floating under the surface,
stones weighting my body,
gremlins and goblins
are hobbling my soul;
I'm full to o'erflowing,
my faculties failing,
I'm one with the fishes,
I've found my way home.
When the thread of balance
between inspiration
and disappointment
goes out of control,
there is preponderance
of misery
weighting down one side,
until with Hegelian promise
the arrow swings
to weight the other side
with open joy.
On an autumn day a pig
Digging hardly in the ground,
Suddenly found a big fig
Weighting about one half pound.
"What a lucky pig I am "
The fat pig said in his mind,
"Of course, I will make it jam
And share it, because I''m kind."
Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins
were hobbling her soul;
she's full to o'erflowing,
her faculties failing,
she swam with the fishes
and found her way home.
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...an epitaph for Virginia Woolf
...for Virginia Woolf
Submerged 'neath the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins
are hobbling her soul.
Images jar,
and memories jostle,
her compass is gone
but she's in full control.
Lungs overflowing,
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes,
at last she is whole.
...for Virginia
Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins
are hobbling her soul.
Images jar,
memories jostle,
her compass is gone
yet she's in full control.
Full to o'erflowing,
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes,
at last she is whole.
I often find myself weighting pros and cons
Should I stay? Should I leave?
If this life truly is so devoid of happiness,
If death truly is the absence of responsibilities,
Should I leave? Should I stay?
If I truly love my family and friends,
If I truly love the idea of freedom,
Should I leave? Should I jump?
...for Virginia
Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins
are hobbling her soul.
Images jar,
and memories jostle,
her compass is broken,
she's out of control.
She's full to o'erflowing,
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes,
she's found her way home.
Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins
were hobbling her soul;
she's full to o'erflowing,
her faculties failing,
she swam with the fishes
and found her way home.
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Author Notes
...an epilogue for Virginia Woolf
Thirty pounds in sixty days
That how much less Jeffrey weighs
Burning all those calories
Should have slowed the global freeze
Missy’s joined the weight loss scene
She is looking fit and lean
We can press, continue on
All the cheesecake bites are gone
Shadows of our former selves
Someone slap those Keebler elves
Got another ten to go
Someone hide the cookie dough
Each link a tear drop dripping down her face
Wrapped around her thought’s weighting within
Memories of torture and pain through the years
Thought’s and memories wanting them to disappear
Four boy’s also wrapped in chains unable to escape
Sleepless night’s of fear and fright alone and ashamed
No escaping theses chains of thought’s and hope
That will never disappear
Dedicated To: My Mother
Hold me deep in your arms,
Hold me hard until the pain is gone.
Broken past with countless harms
Banging at my door claiming that they won.
Pull me close into your chest,
Pull me close so I don't look back.
Tired of this feeling of upset,
Weighting inside me like a hefty sack.
Gone with the chains that ties me,
Gone with the troubled surroundings,
There's a new day ahead, I see,
With each rise, hope it brings.
S.B
Brrrrr! its cacaca Cold
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
This wintery night,
Showcases a snowy, horizontal curtain,
Impelled by a frigid northwest wind;
Trees long thought asleep,
Awaken under the snows weighting.
But by sunrise, hush has arrived,
Leaving the snow’s appearance soft,
Like delicate frosting on a cake;
But still ccccold!
A task is seldom too difficult
For a properly prepared mind;
Tom
To My father
You are greater only by a given date
When the ground-resounding natural smile and world
Could supply us with such many seeds;
You are no longer here among the sound of the bell
Struck happily;
You have become a burden, a pain,
O how many people have to die against those silly decisions?
Which they vanish within mothers’ and fathers’ heart,
Weighting with angry and frustration
Why we have to suffer inside this golden pool
For so long now?