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A Set of Five Short Poems

Josh
Josh
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Thank you runaway-mindtrain for your comp entry with an interesting set of 5 'shorties' with music in mind.

Thank you Satinugal for your entry - like the subtle philosophical element.

JohnnyBlaze
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Rite Of Passage

   
Misfortune And Glory    
   
You could say Ray Brower ended up    
the only true celebrity that weekend;    
raised wrong side of tracks, us four   
nobodies hoped to be someone different    
seasons
further down the line    
   
Right Under Their Noses    
   
It was those goddamn pennies    
Vern buried! Several dollars worth    
in a mason jar under his front porch;    
digging for the buried treasure, he    
unearthed whereabouts of the body    
   
Looney Bin Bound    
   
Teddy had a mind of his own    
and a batshit crazy one at that -    
rarely listened to anyone; having    
both ears stovetop seared by a    
PTSD afflicted dad explains why    
   
Stand By Me    
   
The gun smuggled along on our quest    
came in handy; saved us from Ace    
and his goons ( or our own stupidity -    
not sure which ); the victory was    
as short lived as Chris and the others    
   
Return To Castle Rock    
   
Gordon Lachance authored several books;    
I pause, wondering if the only one who    
survived our childhood of dysfunction    
abuse and neglect was so he could    
live to tell you about it    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
#StephenKing  
   
 
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RexDurkin
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Five Digits

 

Pinky  
 
The little one is called the Pinky  
I’m a long nail kind of bloke  
Not for any reason that’s kinky  
It just makes a neat scoop for coke  
 
 
 
Ring  
 
The next one is named the Ring  
on mine there's a gold wedding band  
When I take it off to have a fling    
I can see the lines where I’m sun tanned  
 
 
 
Middle  
 
Moving on we have the Middle  
from either end it is the third  
I use it to give my girl a fiddle  
and also for flipping the bird  
 
 
 
Pointer  
 
Beside that there is the Pointer  
or the Index as it's called by the pros  
Mine is a double jointer  
which makes it handy for picking my nose  
 
 
 
Thumb  
 
Finally there is the Thumb  
which is four times as long as it's wide  
I always have mine up my bum  
Which freaks out drivers when I hitch a ride !  
 
 
 
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Miss_Sub
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Tyrant of Words
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Bone China

  
Lapacho  
   
slumbersome,    
orange & vanilla    
earthy and warm    
   
they say it’s a bark;    
I find it a mouth
   
Honeybush    
   
I cannot taste plains    
without sipping stars    
or finding myself    
strangely aroused    
by their sweetness    
   
Chai    
   
do you remember    
mon amour    
when cinnamon    
tasted like    
love?  
   
Oolong    
   
you are bitter    
and strange    
to the bud    
   
much like us,    
really
   
   
Sencha    
   
dawn perfumery;    
your delicate skirts    
ruffled in petals    
   
birthing the year    
complete
   
    
 
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cloventongue89
cloventongue89
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Beneath A Blinking Sky

Temptation
I succumb to it again
Like the appetite of a wolf that won't die
Passions at war within
My will to love you versus me myself and I

Guilt
Self resentment
Contempt in my reflection
Like poison
My complex of rejection

Exploitation
The art is a dead rendering
Laying claim to help me recover
When in honesty it feels
Lost is a place I rediscover

Struggle
When the battle is my excuse to remain
I fight as if I'm going somewhere
But I am the author of my pain

Sabotage
Happiness is a scary place to be
When the last smile I trust is my own
When things go too well
It feels like a set up for winding up alone
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Josh
Josh
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Thank you
JohnnyBlaze,
RexDurkin,
Miss_Sub and
cloventongue89
for your comp entries.

MrAlptraum
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Mr A
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GENETIC MEMORY OF HONEY

   
   
   
MORNING    
   
you spoke orange light    
fearless creature movements    
but fearing to turn inside out    
taking more than your share    
of oxygen fucking so violently    
   
   
MIDDAY    
   
we parted as cowards or snails do    
keeping ourselves and our limbs in    
more than we’d managed to in 10 days    
I turned back to watch you walk    
   
   
AFTERNOON    
   
came home came back to where we’d left
and slowly I realised you’d left so little of you
I could only find traces of coconut    
hair in the fabric of a towel    
fuck in the shorts you’d worn    
   
   
NIGHT    
   
I slept short and dreamful    
I slept with my right arm    
still extended to the wall    
the next day is today and I know    
I’ve to erase you/clean/spray/wipe you away    
   
   
HONEYCOMB FORMATION    
   
after I eat I sit cross legged in the corner    
of my room/I pull a long hair of yours    
from my sock and lay it on the table    
near a melted star to either    
gather dust or blow away and gather dust
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Josh
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Thank you MrAlptraum for an interesting entry into the comp.

Gahddess_Worship
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MORNING SOUNDTRACK

I. Cantante de Ducha
 
Part curtain, SCREEEEEE! riding the rod
SHEEEEE! Frigid herald announces hot blast
Crowd roars...okay, okay the water roars
I'd like to do a Blues number for y'all...
a JT jam "Well I'm a steamroller baby..."
 
II. Cantante de Vestirse
 
Carole King, "Tapestry," side A
Memories of little Bobby unwittingly memorizing
On the floor, Indian style, portable phonograph feeds me
50 years gone, I haven't missed a beat
Once mysterious lyrics, now clear, vicissitudes of life informing
 
III. Cantante de Manejo
 
Styx...no, Kansas...news maybe? Nah, Kansas
"Carry on my wayward son(red light)mmmmmmmmmmmmmm don't ya cry no more."
Other motorist, with envy, observe  
Perhaps thinking. "why can't I be hip like that guy?"
Oh the things we tell ourselves en route to the bus stop.
 
IV. Escuchante de Autobús
 
On the bus, music shan't be sung
Within other passenger's hearing
Accordingly I hold my tongue
Evincing my decorous rearing
Ear buds, podcasts no one fearing
 
V. Caminante de bobble-head
 
Bus arrives...hard-rocker descending staircase
Craving morning aural caffeine
Distance to office with music timed perfectly
AC/DC, "Let There Be Rock," volume unsafe for any age
Forgo Bon Scott mimicry...opt for Angus Young head-bob
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Kingvirky
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Overthinking

Imaginations

Visual projections originating
From my overly stimulated cortex
Converge into
Countless calculations
In the space of seconds

Brooding

I sit on my eggs
Of projections and predictions,
Fervid diligence,
Irrational madness,
"crack", they hatch.

Fear

My body shakes and quakes.
Proceeding from cracked shells
Are eerie interpretations.
"When did I start seeing the future?"
"Now, I guess"

Headache

Overworked organs do protest,
Cerebral pains manifest.
"Can the day get any worse?"
I reach for the bloody pills.

Truth

The truth comes out,
I am way off the mark.
Feelings of relief and disgust,
"I need a break!"
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Josh
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Thank you Gahddess for a musically driven set of five shorties. Nice way to live.

Thank you Kingvirky for your interesting comp entry capturing various essences of overthinking. We all do it.

slipalong
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Five senses

Smell
You are my new mown grass
First smell of coffee
When the seal first comes detached
Pervading my being
Bouquets that I draw so close

Sight
You are all natures radiance
A retina to take that picture
Hold and never blink
Portray the best of our instincts
Drawn subtle tones your rainbows self

Touch
The fingers whispered grass
A childs small hand on it first grasp
Affection without need to speak
Each skin that felt so incomplete
Cold or hot, so tactile for those besot

Taste
Sweet the sugar that my taste buds crave
The bitterness when she goes away
Swallow pain like it was mothers recipe
The sour taste when two hearts disagree
Lick the bowl of life, savour it for free

Heard
Intervals they are the dashes and the dots
Hearing is not listening
For all of that cacophony  is mostly dross
A step where meanings sometimes gel
The deft of deaf if you hear well
 
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Josh
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Thank you slipalong for entering the comp, with 5 neat short journeys through the senses.

cold_fusion
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musings upon a morning's...

brush  
 
with death  
is what these canines and crowns  
get through thrice most days  
such horrible stench perhaps the one of decay  
if not for the toothbrush's morbid routine  

the washing  

they say water cleanses, purifies  
perhaps a symobilc ritualistic necessity  
the bath  
a futile fight against (one's) nature  
yet we do it, till it is done, for us  
 
 
the look  
 
into the mirror  
oh the mirror  
how it tells me the opposite  
of what i am  
 
 
the linen
 
 
the wrinkled, scrunched chaos  
that is the bed  
refuses to let me leave  
till it is sorted into order  
neat and folded so unlike the insides of my head  
 
the lock  
 
the autopilot ensures  
the front gate is reached  
before the OCD sends me back  
to check one last time  
the knob doesn't turn  
 
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