Shredder Poems | Examples

Something to Munch On

      The world too much occupied his mind
         left no room for things mundane 
      busy with intrigues of state and such
         from deep feelings he resolutely abstained 

      So it was on that triumphant day he’d predicted
          his country’s president’s assassination
      he absent-mindedly fed into the shredder
          his only daughter’s wedding invitation

10 steps to writing what you believe to be great poetry

1.	 Never trust spellcheck
2.	Use punctuation only when it will confuse the reader
3.	Never trust the mind to capture the heart
4.	And vice versa
5.	If you must use the word sublime….don’t
6.	Don’t try to convince the reader it is great poetry…let them figure it out
7.	Remember that it is your blood on the page…don’t let them bandage it
8.	Shout at the pencil or keyboard frequently
9.	Remember the shredder is not after your words…it is after your soul
10.	You wrote it so it’s all your fault stop making excuses

Risk and Riot

Cold choice, listen to the voice!
Waver filleth all!
He who suffers Sin annoys?
Blanching light, thy pall.

Hated minutes of each day!
Flickering in time!
Doubt belies all disarray!
Drop and drop, O dime!

Slickened hatchet, cudgel black!
Blood along the back!
Stuff the world down bitter crack!
What then profits? Stack?

Weather, winter, splinter!
Shredder, call the storm!
Brutal blight, art beginner?
Blizzard, keep us warm!

Swarm of locust, come like frost!
Hie, O holocaust!
Bargain devil, get me Faust!
Nil regard the crossed!

Ghoul of ancient story;
Where will this dark tale go?
Morning, hast thou glory?
Walk well behind the row!

Yellow king in city vast!
Hang then all from mast!
Rule of law, thy just repast!
End Times, fast! Ye hast...

Heaven's Harpsichord

Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...

Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!

Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got a splinter?
Tormented, O my foe.

Panels, dance about the night!
Sparks in porcelain!
Falcon, gather wind in flight!
How we'll meet again...

Yellow eyed priest, bid the feast!
Shepherd, are ye fleeced?
Squire, page, are the wheels a-greased?
Only if they're pieced.

Connect, O my fibers!
Build high the city walls!
If they're born to jibe, sirs;
They're bound for taking falls.

Tyrant of the borderland?
Show them how we stand!
Crush them in thy hardest hand!
Order countermand!

Silence in the place of whole?
Remotely control.
Ye gods, what is mortal soul?
Golden light a-bowl.

Paper Man, from THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD

Paper Man


After work as a to-do list in a jewellery store 
Paper Man got drunk on wine a lot,
so a lot of what was said to him 
he forgot.

His paper wife kicked him out of their bedroom.
One night he came back so drunk he blacked out 
and fed himself into a shredder in the spare room.

An Intimate Conversation

May I serve
whatever the capacity --

and not be dissuade;

God knows His faithful,
not by glitter
nor by volume of voice,
but by salves of compassion

knowing no color
knowing no shades
nor party of affiliation

may I nurse humbly, soothing
and healing, while bearing the
stigmata of love -- 

For Christ-like is a cleanser,
a shredder of sin -- 
a star of radiance, a moonbeam of
warmth, a sun rejoicing in the 
projection of Divine Light

Though tents of shadows
riotous they abound

let not your heart fail
to make the short step…

though the chains rattle
and cuffs’ metal dig in,
no one who moves in
the direction of our Lord,
in good faith, will find
a path more brighter, spiritually uplifting, 
for Truth swings wide open Heaven’s door 
to even one from grace seemingly fallen

Amen

Love Last As Long As a Cigarette

to leave the eyes that I haven’t seen in a long time
it's sort of a mirror there
where I left myself a few moments
thinking it could weigh as much as love
(I don’t recognise today the definition of the Compromisers). 
I was told that the way through the waters
it looks the same as a poem written by him
during the break between classes
time stretched on the torn sheet
in a hurry, from a shredder
the ink rested over the letters
was rolling through the tobacco leaves
your name falling through your fingers
the same as when I was trying
to drive through the water
the many I smoke
all illusion was falling to ashes
when thinking that was the last cigarette
from the package of life

It went out.

Not Worth Repeating

It’s years since I’ve been writing poems
So, searching for a topic,
I sometimes might repeat myself,
The outcome quite myopic.

Of course, there are some subjects that
Require repetition
And when I write, I needn’t ask
For anyone’s permission.

Yet on occasion, what I’ve penned
Is destined for the shredder,
For there’s a poem – same theme, but older,
That’s a whole lot better!

Paper Shredder

paper that been seen
shredded inside the toolbox
Mice are everywhere

Miles of Cubic Stones

Nine mile water pipe.


Ponosse ergo
Godzilla saw
Liggttraxx
Letourneau g175
Saws fractum 2012 Aps
Forage
18123007007
Chain trencher
Sandvik dd42zie
Hw300
Mega tunnel boring machine
Mb r800dru cutter
Long wall shredder
Dc drum cutter
Roof top water harvesting.

The Ugly Ghost

One day I saw a ghost leaving
From the house of the dead
His eyes were big and red
With large dark circles 
Around them, he had vampire’s teeth
They were extra long and jagged
At the ends, one bite
Would rip your skin just
Like a shredder tearing paper
When he turned and looked at me
I got so scared that I took 
Off running as fast as I could
Just like the road runner
Beep, beep

FEBRUARY 12, 2021

Empathy For the Shredder

Masks are all the rage these days,
Not knowing when we’ll stop these ways,
If how long live in your fears, 
I’ve worn a mask for 30 years!

If you care to guess my name,
Here’s a clue- we’re now the same.
And of trends, I am a setter,
For I am known as the Shredder.

Now and then it’s nice to find,
My metal mask to hide behind.
When emotions start to race,
It’s good my Clan can’t see my face.

Both of us, we had no choice,
To stagger from our muffled voice.
Coming from two kindred things,
For rats are bats without the wings.

It sure gets hot under the mask,
But I’m the one that’s up to task,
And despite my taste for crime,
I was a man ahead of time.

I hope it’s now that you can see,
And have some empathy for me,
So don’t be shy and say hello,
Just watch out for those turtles though.

Art and Crafts

Tina learnt to knit her own sweater
Instructions followed to the letter
Many stitch she did drop
Gave too many a strop
When made looked like been through a shredder

Next she wanted to learn to crochet
Make flowers tied into a bouquet
Got her yarn in a twist
Knots and ties would not shift
But did look like a crochet toupee

Decided to learn how to hand sew
With pretty ribbon make a hairbow
Kept pricking her finger
Soreness pain did linger
Her fingers now size of her elbow

Not to give up, tried live art drawing
Felt that was her natural calling
Excited and nervous
Felt hot as a furnace
Of male model on all fours posing

No dangly bits was shown to be drawn
Disappointed felt little bit conned
She drew him very well
All her friends she did tell
As an artist was were she belonged.


            18.12.20

Three Car Garage

books
paint brushes
glitter glue
canvases
paper
sewing machines
balls and toys
bats and mats
scooters and bikes
Batman and Wonder Woman
Red Flyer Wagon
rakes
Two axes and a hatchet
Barbeque grill
Couch, chair, three tables
Microwave, TV, light fixtures
Shredder and Fax machine
Bed, freezer, extra mattress
A three car garage but no room for a car

Moon Cheese Rhapsody--

Shredder aurora
An uni, muenster swisses
into the feta


On the glowing dawn
A gorgonzolaing cheese calls
the moo cow kisses


Meandering thoughts
A pale provolone cuddles
italian couples


3/16/19
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2019

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