krik krak
blackbird chat
flip flap
wings do snap
break beak
chirp no more
growl purr
cat bird score
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo Credit: https://www.pexels.com/photo/animal-animal-photography-beak-bird-53187/
#couplets #micropoem #rhymes
Category: poetry
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Roller Coaster Man
Climbing round ladders
of rickety frames
flying down chutes
faster and then
Climbing with burden
upon steel girder
wondering, worrying
why this world is
whirring
out of order?
Fast wooden fervor
without time to plan
the next loop
upside down hoop
shaking his brain
hoping to recoup
Roller coaster man
Climbing high, high
higher!
Arms in the air
steady tracks
not there?!
Free fall of hope
crashing in disrepair
despaired of parts
waiting for his next dare
Roller coaster man
destiny declared
climbing
careening
sucking
candied carnival air.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#spokenword #Poetry #Rollercoasters
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Imbue
Imbue
Try it
Sit in the pool
Smooth fingers
On stone hue
Take in the view
Emerge your mind
Above treetops
Skyblue
Fly
Soar
Soak up
The chocolate
High
Dark rivers
For the luscious
Few, who
Dare
To imbue
Don’t move
A muscle
Just review
Inside
there’s a tide
Waves
On silk moons
Waiting
For you
Lost in time
Full breathes
Of ‘Lungfire’
Saturate your soul
Resist
Urges to pull
Run, from
Cool waters
Imbued
Imbue.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by picjumbo.com from Pexels
#spokenword #meditate #water
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Today I Cried
When I thought about
how much I love you
lingering thoughts of love
made me turn to water.
I wept inside
when I thought how close
we’ve gotten to the love
I thought we’d forgotten
for each other. A love that
was built from our lifetime
together, connected by blood.
We can never erase-that bond
no matter what.
Today I cried uncontrollably
when I thought of the beautiful
children you brought into this
world, into my life, our lives.
That is what it’s all about-
Love- this fountain that we
gather at to quench our thirst
from the desert of wayward
paths, lost at times without
Sight- I wept at the sight of
our gathering- back from our long
journey’s apart.
Love made me turn to water today.
I reflected on our bond, welling up inside
drinking the love of lifetimes spent
before, here, now, with the sweetness
of the children you brought to
my life, our lives.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #love #longformpoetry
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Cocoon
Become
Fly High
Butterfly
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Bankim Desai on Unsplash
#micropoem #butterfly #poetry
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Shit Happens
Sometimes they say
‘Shit happens’
And you change
Your game plan
I believe it
One way
But pressure myself
Into the big lie
That life is in
Your hands
And you can try
To follow the
Fine details
Of your game
But, ‘Shit Happens’
So turn this life
around
Shake it
Upside down
Look at it
From a new angle
Hold onto nothing
‘Cause, ‘Shit Happens’
I believe your intentions
Are honorable my dear
Especially to your
Sweet little one
Life just has a way
Of knocking the wind
Out of your
Know it all brain
But when you observe
This amazing
Gigantic
Stunning world
In all its’ ugly
Beauty
You have to
Take a deep breath
And say, ‘Shit Happens’
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Daniel Torobekov from Pexels
#spokenword #lifeplan #poetry #poet
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Scapegoat
I wear your rot like a second skin
scapegoat embedded, stitched
and knotted to my closest kin
ghost of you, you live within
following me in, about
down-and-out
escape, escaped, skyscraped
goat, high and mighty
you flout about
naught not really
square at all
the knot, hard taut, but still to bear
there, there, Me – you
entwined like yarn, I breathe a ball
into my lungs, sweet lullabies and candy thief’s
this scapegoat licks his pains and pause
to spot the letch, escapes all wrongs
given to sins and bible songs
the family reeks
of conspiracies, no justice seen
delirous-ly –
seriously, seriously
he down, he slides the valley last
but that’s ok, he’s risen fast
blinded to the pass, of green
the goblin, the ghost
left unseen
he wretches, writhes and
haunts enmasse, this scapegoat
longs for peace
at last.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo Credit: https://www.pexels.com/photo/animal-black-and-white-royalty-free-goat-86594/
#freeverse #goats #rhymes #poet
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You Stand There
You stand there trophy in hand
frozen in a fraction
of times great span
a boy of seven
a son whose snapshot
I adore
glimpses of you
refresh my memory
of your physical form
updating my catalogue
‘lest I forget
my heart’s regret
of the days, weeks
month’s, of absence,
wringing drops of
sunshine out of my soul
to touch, kiss
the softness
your giggling softness
that I long for.
You stand there trophy in hand
staring back at me
with frozen glance
no pleading, shaking or demands
can change this flimsy image
this frozen little league man
that smiles but doesn’t speak
doesn’t laugh, doesn’t tell me
all his silly, yet
poignant wonderings
of future man
this boy of seven
with trophy in hand.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#littleleague #son #poet #poem
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Rivers of the Earth
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Daybreak
God is tickling my toes,
time to wake up sweetheart
Eyes wide-awake
daybreak.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Johannes Plenio from Pexels
#micropoem #dawn #God
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Procrastination
I seek to seek
my life
not get caught on
distractions
It chokes my flow
numbing my direction
that’s procrastination
This crisscross road
is debilitating
I stop and stomp
my feet, in the center
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
until something snaps,
clears the path.
I will stay here, at this
center and decide
which way to go
until it hurt so bad
truth hemorrhages
through my ears
My teeth
My eyes
My mind, will strike
to seek clarity
Unveil the complicated mess
inside me
deep down
I am steeled
in fear
of wrong ways
long
drawn out days
Indecisions,
blistering
bruising
incisions
On my soul
skin
Frantically stitching
the fray, of
frazzled
frenzied
forays
dead ends
leading astray
My life decision
do i go, or stay?
Creativity withers away
as sand slips on bay
melts in the dawning
of every naked day
Scratching
Raw
Red sore
Unsure
Saltwater pounds
against
wounds
Sting
Burn
Soaked
Sun on skin
Dry bone
of death
creeping around
the edges of
Mindscapes,
Soulquakes
Puts out sun
scorch
box clouds
Gray
blown away
Out takes of
Dreamscapes
Dreams escape,
Seeping through
My third eye brain,
To beat this day
I shout out
grinding word meat
to fill stomachs
with soul food of hope
and tasteful palates
of beggars dope
Bright high sugar air
devour this den
this procrastinators lair
Unfold the sun,
shake out the moon
Sun glare streams
down
on pulsating
veins
Sweet-ness of faith
burst open the bonds
and bones that rattle
with deaths
unnerving chatter
This battle that circle-cycles,
blows in the wind
battling uphill, then
downward spin
tosses the balance of centrifugal
force, contorts the soul with
tender strength remorse
Make-believing life
with crippled toys,
trotting gleefully
on galloping
armored horse,
leaping at life
with bold bare
torque.
Trying to capture
what?
I’m not sure
Leap of faith?
Faith leaked out.
On days I procrastinate,
I reek with
doubt
My mind map
misplaced,
my faith
zapped out.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo Credit- https://freestocks.org/photo/sea-beach-sand-in-a-hand-closeup/
#spokenword #longform #life #poet
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Crowded Room
The wretched racket of quiet
has entered this room
dancing mockingly at my gloom
I laugh backfor I am in love with solitude
little had they knew, I relish and catch-up
on conversations I started with myself
by clear water lagoonsthey had forgotten
I passed many a moon
Still the dancers, erect ears
set on doomI tap on their shoulders
for a spin about my room
laughing playfully
they thought they couldgrate my ears with
their crackling croon
of quiet performances
bowing down at my gloom.©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by davide ragusa on Unsplash
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How Do You See Me?
How do you see me?
With light or with dark?
I am neither,
I am both.
I am everything.
I see
you
Beautiful
Beauty!
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash
#Micropoem #Wordsmith #Poet
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I Confess
I am man, I am woman
I am soldier and civilian
I am Arab, I am Irish
and okay, a wee bit
German
I am your father, I am your mother
I am your sister and your brother
no rights nor reason born
to imprison me in your sorrow
Instead,
determinations a self-decided
factor, the factual remains as night
steadfast and surgical
arrests –
aims to confess,
this is the way the day
compliments the flight
of the crows, who call back
the black curtain
of the night
Forget never,
I claim the sun and stars
I claim the night, I am the day
my world sees no prisoners
my bloodline reaps the great-ness
the best-est, erst-
the lightest, thrice
the world times 3
including me.
I am thee.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Josh Hild from Pexels
#Heritage #Irish #Arabic #Spiritual #Freedom
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Faith
Sheathe thine eyes
with the light of faith
And, peace be unto those
with the courage to heal.
©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Sam Kolder from Pexels
#micropoem #healingwords #yoga
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Feast
Your not suppose
to wrap yourself
around my heart.
Do you see me?
Or, do you just enjoy
feasting on the flesh
of my heart,
as the devil enjoys
feasting
on one’s lost soul?
This heart, is not
on that menu.
©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Kaboompics .com from Pexels
#micropoem #heart #lovepoem
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I am the Marrow in the Meat
I am the marrow in the meat
of the bones you eat
I rumble in the clouds
then shower down
you will find me languishing
in the synapses
between your skin and teeth
I am the sound in your sleep
I waft through your nostrils
while you shiver and moan
my tendrils tantalize and tingle
the upside of your toes and
cling like snakeskin
to the soles of your feet
I am the excavator
of the patchwork
imprinted within the hills
and valleys that imprint
your skin
Remember me always
akin akin
I am your lover
deep within.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#micropoem #verse #poetry
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Beeswax Neighbors
the man down the alley and across the street
is my guard, my night owl who beckons the night
a lamp-post squared and watching; the neighborhood
his cigarette glows, he puffs
with nary a ruffle of his body he sits; perched
in the early pitch of morn’
as i walk khalil, my fearful chocolate lab
past the obelisk monuments
of beeswax neighbors
sleeping with solid vacancy
they are resting now
while the streets hum quietly, expecting their return
a distant lowing bark, muffles the gray black dawn
my heart races, moves me along my routine path
allowing khalil to sniff briefly
at the sleeping earth’s musk
marking his scent upon its’ dew
and as the sun’s messengers begin to call
i retreat, while suddenly, silently, one by one
they awake and attack daybreak.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#bees #neighbors #dawnbreaking
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A Cat Ran Across my View While I was Thinking About You
And the sun and the moon
kissed hello and good-bye
Everyday they meet
one greets the other
while waving to each other
The sun said, “Why do you
keep following me, wherever I go?”
The moon said, “We’ll see about that
tomorrow I will trick you!”
The moon said, “oh yeah, we’ll see about that,
tomorrow I will hide!”
Sure enough, the next day
the sun said Hello!
and the moon waved Good-bye!
They both laughed and said
“See now, Who’s following who?”
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Timothy Meinberg on Unsplash
#Poetry #Thesunandmoon #Micropoem
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The Jackal Unhinged
Fatherless motherless
widower widowed
the boy sings
the jackal unhinged
A bastard, a wish
tobacco stuffed snuff
deep sniffles burns drips
rolls into the throat
like a knife tip
rips, hiccups hic-ups
The sweet burning
Cherry flavor
vomits – violence
erupts as the
toilet swisher
swishes
then flushes
and switches and flushes
some more
the jackal unhinges
the sky empties light
tossed like a pillowy
flower, into the night
the clouds bellow
the walls shatter
white upon white
upon white upon white!
No worries, no ways
to distance the rage
the jackal remains
unhazed, but crappity
crap, the boy shamed
tobacco burning
cheeks, Cherry red
Swisher Swisher
The cigarette is really
A Cigar –
really?
‘cause it taste like crap!
Crap upon crap upon crap,
Crap upon crap upon crap!
The boy sings-
Fatherless, motherless
No more, no more
the jackal unhinged
the boy implores
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Philipp Pilz on Unsplash
#Poets #Abuse #Mentalhealth
