Short Whitewash Poems
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I look at a completely still landscape
The trees, bushes, lawn and path
Seem covered in whitewash
For Rick’s Winter kimo contest
If you mix an Elephant and a Donkey
you will come up with a barrel full of Monkeys
holding guns and bibles
chanting the Zionists songs
Deck the halls with gold
and whitewash society
erase the bonds of culture
and that unfitting history
focus on how pretty
your teenage bride will be.
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When widow whore weeps
while worshiping, wide windows
welcomes whistling wings.
Wrongfully... wretched ways washed
white with waters wondrous works.
It's not that we despise you,
the case of colour doesn't arise, you
being black doesn't matter...
It's just that the customer's idle chatter
insinuates the good name of our honest pub
will take the blame for your darker taint -
Don't get me wrong talc or face paint,
Would eradicate
misunderstanding.
Just one line of cocaine from sniffing the white powdered abys
She washes her poisonous laundry pegs the bottomless threads
Retrieves her dead tired credit card from a pocket of dissolute fear
06th June 2018
written for three liner contest with 17 syllables max per line
Syllables checked on howmanysyllables.com
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It's almost one o'clock
In the morning.
Summer is in full swing.
The full moon has stopped being red,
And it launches the light with thin plates ,
through the not fully drawn curtains.
Someone is sonorously stirring the drink in the cup with a spoon.
The darkness, diluted with whitewash,
Presses its cheek to the gentle sound.
shadows burn
through the bulb;
they whitewash the
darkness on my skin;
body shapes the fire
within, without. under
the glasslight blinks,
once, twice; brief, alive; in
the longest rain
passing on all her shadows;
heavy and wet, this streetlight's
~cast something~ flickers out —
broken is seemingly not the
same thing as dead.
riding the shoulder, standing
right with the movement
is my boy lil Wooly Dog
surfing waves on the rocking chair
coming in from the back
he holds his paws in place
as if pawing into the whitewash
getting ready to settle in
then barreling into the blanket
where it is cool and calm
with a nice breeze blowing over
he closes his eyes for a nap
I really did place a plastic bubble
Resting on a rooftop of tar and trouble
Suffocating the air from a pink, perfumed bug
In agony over that final hug
Memorializing with retrowishes
Replaying silent, moving whispers
Of soft hugs and warm and wet kisses
Cheap whitewash fades me to the lowest recess
To blaze like a Phoenix -- for all lovers are blessed
When love is reborn and renewed.
Whitewash is white
White race is not white
White gold is not white
White pepper is not white
Look before you leap
Think thrice before you act
Never jump to a conclusion
Without investigation
Sometimes quick and smart
Doesn't mean excellent and perfect
People used to say
Work smart but not work hard
But to survive an economical crisis
Many an average
Will surpass merely a few excellent
Seagulls Take Flight
Rose strolled alone on a warm sandy beach
as salty sea foamy waves crept to reach
net her toes as the wind rose
She Jump from getting wet toes
instead fell back on her butt with a screech
Beach bumming seagulls came flying around
while Rose sat embarrassed on the wet ground
Plop! Whitewash flopped on her head
then up to the air they fled
flapping, squawking, with snapping hungry sounds
4/27/2017