Sinister Shadowy Silhouette
darker
lines
black
outlines
stand out
&follow
the
curves
& angles
refined
then defined
&isolated
to
configure
the shape
a perimeter
visual contour
thick
black
yellow
or white
sharp
&strong
a
closed
distinguished
&
bold
silhouette
Imagine if you would,
a comedic TV show.
Funny most evenings
and has a nice flow.
The guy who works
for Police homicide
the one who dose
the chalk outline.
A psychic friend of mine,
who's always on time,
He's a real psychic
He actually tells people
when not to show up for work,
or when they should
or shouldn't drive.
He's trying to save lives.
Working alone and
telling people over the phone,
when they should stay home.
He's been reported
to the police.
And chewed out
by the police chief.
He tells people to double lock
their doors so
they don't get robbed.
He knocks on your door
and says if you don't mind,
I don't want you
to become a chalk outline.
tomorrow don't answer
your door after 4:00
And ya know kids
like being told,
to be cool and
stay home from school...
Because their boyfriend
or girlfriend Ain't quite right.
Like a song that's sung,
they like to showoff
playing with a Gun.
The parents can't complain,
until then neighbors kid got shot.
They thought he was insane.
OUTLINE
so
elegant
exact
if
plain
but
pure
a fleeting
fidelity
this
pride of possession
that
disturb feelings
though remarkably ironic
recur
covering
the
obsessive
in veiled irony
leaving
a slight
rapport
candid
&intimate
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
The emptiness is winning
more and more
feel less and less
the fissure an expanding canyon
on the abyss as it falls into me
scars and bruises tension stretched
holding skin in place
all my fight surrendered
all the days are gone
numb hopes to feel the pain
smile hurts my face
i used to be
but now there is no trace
Sitting in my darkness
light refused to land
less has no point
ever fu is tiled
Des always comes in pairs
d is ejected
full of every sorrow
all the ing are hurt
trapped inside my guard
alone always close
waiting for the end
the time i never rose
Be the bee within the bees bonnet pouring
Not as old man in his slumber snoring
For soon the bees of honey do partake
And late the old man stands his last awake
Come comb your honey hair as sunny fair the day
Come bonny boy and toy not hour away
For in the garden by the gate your destiny awaits
And you may sow the early earth
in straight or crooked plaits
For high yon mighty oak where sun streams lightly
Breaking shade with measured days of gold
Beneath the canopy of stars formed nightly
Your memory’s youthful life exchanged for old
I have walked your many steps , run with wheels a turning
Squandered youth and mis-pent truth; left ashen life a-burning
So be the bee and by the by be captured in the poets eye
And all of this and all of that and all before you die.
Happy birthday, dear Nicole Ann,
Success requires project outline;
Loss is caused by failure to plan,
Ignoring the detailed design.
Topic: Birthday of Nicole Ann Quintos (March 22)
bemused
at the prospect of life
a personal vision
unashamed
minimalist
yet
melancholic
eclipsed
in a calm solemnity
uncompromising
full of abandon
passionately involved
a familiar narrative
encountering oneself
an artistic instinct
candour with revelation
and
yet
detached
from all the whys&wherefors
disturbed by experience
yet
innocent
lingering in this dislocation
of the cultural&spiritual
in
notions of intimate disclosure
shaped
by absences
challenged by self confession
encouraged
by
detached depiction
absorbed
by
relationships
oblivious
to comment
Outline of the Book of Revelations
Introduction and Apocalyptic Christ, Ch 1
The 7 Churches, Ch. 2-3
Heavenly Liturgy, Ch. 4
Scroll and the Lamb, Ch. 5
Seven Seals Ch. 6-7
Seven Angelic Trumpets, Ch. 8-11
Seven Apocalyptic Personages
a. Mother Mary, Ch. 12
b. Father Christ
c. Michael
d. Dragon
Satanic Trinity
a. Devil, Ch. 12
b. Sea Beast, Ch. 13
c. First Angel against Devil
d. Second Angel against Sea Beast
e. Third Angel against Land Beast
14,000 Virgins, Ch. 14
Seven Bowls of Wrath, Ch. 15-16
Fall of Whore City, Ch. 17-18
Marriage Liturgy of the Lamb, Ch. 19
The Millennium, Ch. 20
a.. Judgment of the Beasts, Satan and the Dead
New Heaven, New Earth, New Jerusalem, Ch. 21
River of Life, Ch. 22
Written: 10012018
Poetry Form: List
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
She hid within a hole inside herself that had a hole in it so when I took the picture an outline was left but never her whole image she said it's hard for her to focus and that that may be the reason why I can't capture something that's so distant a collage of close up shots taken by Kodak lenses to expose the value of the film by stepping back to get a better view of what the naked eyes missing her radiating with the sunlight making the photograph look so artistic.
Framed by rosy mountain twilight
Angelized and star-kist
Beauty flowing with glowing lines
Above a silver mist
Lifted up by moonbeam moments
Flying with practiced grace
Flying across the light of the moon
Outlined on his great face
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Sandra
Who is a poet, artist, retired business owner
Who is warm, giving, sensitive, creative, positive
Who is a loving wife of 56 years
Who is a loving mother of three and grandmother of five
Who is a loyal and loving friend
Who loves poetry, art, opera, animals
Who feels spiritual, inspired, devoted, needed
Who needs love, family, friends, security, order
Who gives love, help, advice, time
Who fears the world situation and future for next generations
Who would like to see peace in the world and a return to values and respect
Who shares artistic talents, leadership, organizational skills
Who is a resident of Newburgh, New York
Haight
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Contest: Bio Poems
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Contest Judged: 10/2014
anointed by indifference,
chastened by chance,
punished by shame -
rewarded by peace,
knighted by love -
I see tears that pour down my crying face
Reaching illusions of my life alone
I see the outline of a ghost in space
Transparent and see thru, seems to have grown
My tears just enlighten and fill with grace
It won’t go away, it’s stuck to this zone
Memories flood my senses, hurt creeps in
Ghost is my lost love, buried deep within
Russell Sivey
Just a made up poem…
the unfinished ending verse is currently
So the trjojans came to Albion's Isle
The encampent named Totness - the headlands of All
for when brutus stepped down from his ship he shouted
here I am and take my rest, and This place is all
Veni et requiesce sum totus
there is a lot between still being written
who / what greets brutus at troy
how long he stays why he leaves -who else he picks up and loses in his travails
how mad is neptune about the several times lost sacrifice hesoine the great grey seal/ sea-dog
his adventures south to egypt tying into scots history
, and around north africa , malta, spain and france
before getting to totness
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