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A Set of Five Short Poems

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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[ Stephen King inspired ] Rite Of Passage

    
Misfortune And Glory † †
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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 † †
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Right Under Their Noses † †
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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 † †
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Looney Bin Bound † †
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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 † †
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Stand By Me † †
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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 † †
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Return To Castle Rock † †  
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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 † †
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#StephenKing †  
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RexDurkin
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Five Digits

 

Pinky  

The little one is called the Pinky †
Iím a long nail kind of bloke  
Not for any reason thatís 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 Iím 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 !  


Written by RexDurkin
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Miss_Sub
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Bone China

  
Lapacho  
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slumbersome, †  
orange & vanilla †  
earthy and warm †  
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they say itís a bark; †  
I find it a mouth
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Honeybush †  
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I cannot taste plains † †
without sipping stars †  
or finding myself †  
strangely aroused †  
by their sweetness †  
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Chai †  
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do you remember †  
mon amour †  
when cinnamon † †
tasted like †  
love?  
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Oolong †  
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you are bitter †  
and strange †  
to the bud †  
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much like us, †  
really
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Sencha †  
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dawn perfumery; †  
your delicate skirts †  
ruffled in petals †  
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birthing the year †  
complete
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Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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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
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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Josh
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Thank you
JohnnyBlaze,
RexDurkin,
Miss_Sub and
cloventongue89
for your comp entries.

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 Autobķs
 
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.

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