Short Wielded Poems
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There is bounty to be amassed,
wealth to be wrenched from the earth,
power to be wielded over nations.
Go forth.
24th March 2005
Tempered be thy heart
Strengthened in the forge of life
Love is double edged
When wielded one must use care
Not to cut on the back swing
The once was an octopus named Seymour
who lived in a cliff by the sea shore.
Each of his eight arms
wielded various charms
so the ladypusses all sought out Seymour.
There once was a mad barber named Max
Instead of scissors, he wielded an axe
He chopped off your hair
And shaved your head bare
Then he rubbed on depilatory wax
Michael McGregor wielded a wild flyswatter
he used it in places he not aughter.
Each swat made a mess
causing wife distress
so he up and ran off with their daughter.
He loved to flaunt his longevity
and wielded it with great levity
yet in the race
couldn't keep pace
and was known for the length of his brevity
John G. Lawless
6/6/2020
The sword of a King
Like a bird on the wing
As the light of dawn
Is here then it's gone
The power that's wielded
Is used then it's yielded
With no justice around
Till a new King is crowned
Shears, indifferent where the fibers led,
She wielded innocent of dread,
Cutting what her sisters fed.
Slicing each fragile thread,
Thickened puddles spread,
steaming and red,
As he bled,
In bed.
Dead.
Rhymed Nonet
or...Where's the SPCA when you need 'em?
A farmer's wife who was not very nice
Mutilated a trio of disabled mice.
Each squeaked for its life
As she wielded her knife
And disencumbered them all of their tails in a trice.
19.12.2020
Even if I wielded a rod
I'm glad
I'm not God
Because I'd mad always be mad
Listening all day
When you confess
Listening all day when you pray
Asking for forgiveness
I wouldn't take it sitting at my throne
All alone
I live to love a little book
Each line and every page
The words transcend
My head is bent
In shapes of little stains
Controlled I hold the Wielded Well
My scepter of the mind
My little torch to wave at night
I'm awake and I'm alive
Carrie Nation was renown for her scorn
For the havoc caused by john barleycorn
She wielded her axe causing dire consternation
Wrecking bars with what she termed a "hatchitation"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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In spite of all your riches
you eschew what prophets do
Basilicas you build to self
with time but empty pews
Wealth deadly suicidal
when wielded as a gun
Whose target sits between your eyes
with one shot zero-sum
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
w o r d s
wondrously wielded
warm wenches
wise with witless wet with woe
w i c k e d
weaselly wolves
w i z a r d s
warping wills
watering wishing wells
waylaying wishful
w o m e n
who wanted worshipful watchmen
when winters would wrest wealth
!
I prefer utopia,
wielded word
as a flag...
than ideology,
preached word
by the hammer...
What to have the
will cut
by the sickle...
Don't adore the market
where i just am
merchandise...
I don't love profit,
where i am only
the currency,
and someone's
loose change..!
Wielded
like a
loaded gun
His phone
was thrusted
forth
Proof
of what
I knew
was false
Refusing
all
discourse
Armed
with but
an empty
tweet
Chosen
by a
bot
His mind
was trapped
inside a myth
Whose fiction
dearly
— bought
(Rosemont College: April, 2025)
P-owerful tool wielded by writers and poets
E-choing inner emotions and thoughts in silken words
N-estling amiably between deft fingers
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All writing is art, but poetry is the highest form. In prose, words are wielded to serve a purpose. But in poetry, words are the purpose. Michelangelo believed sculpture was the highest art form, and saw himself as a sculptor (not a painter).
Poetry is the sculpture of writing.
JOAN OF ARC
She earned the name
this woman
this welder
full leathers
shield in place
stinger
wielded with precision
smooth, molten slashes
melding cold iron
into heated union.
Joan of Arc!!
Don’t look directly at her
you may be smitten
by her welders flash.
John G. Lawless
8/29/2015
unhappy with the reflection
mirror a double edged weapon
wielded with an arm of hate
disappointment cuts like a blade
curse that mirror
she stabs in my heart
not me
that's not me
image reflecting is not mine
her mistakes are her own
bless this child
i must
must protect this life
growing within
her mistakes are her own
lips like waves
wielded wounds wave
callous curls hewn
by dark dews
taunted torrent puke
per punctured prune
crazed coziness cluster
felon fondlings fostered
rustic reels registered
heaven's eyes seeped
dripping damped weaves
locked liquid lease
such sassy trend
carved emotions' crest.
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punctured pleasure pulsing
bounty beats blushing
hoisted horizons hankering
damping dark dances
on tainted torrent
cupping callous crest
wielded waves whooshing
heaving vying hymns
with felon verses
Ironbounds mystic move
swaying stray mood
feeble fishes chew
on and on
punctured pleasure's pawn.
19:12:30:07:23
Blacksmith's massive hands
delivering powerful hammer blows,
beating glowing red steel
into submission.
Sparks illuminating
magnificent artistry.
Fiercely wielded
in the name of Odin.
Tales heralded it's glory.
Unearthed, virtually unscathed.
Instrument of death,
1,200 years at peace.
like leering torrent
seeped'n saucy vest
wielded waves worn
tuning traces torn
voluptuous surges shrunk
cupping callous lust
hoisted horizon's spell
bewitching bounty pleck
fostering felon dread
winter's call whooshes
tuning tactic traces
through ocean's capillaries
same spell knit
my fostered feelings.
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