Best Arrowing Poems

CITY GEOMETRY

I’m on big town
Inserted
Yea, transplanted
Within its swaying wave
Of box and angle

Where my self-identity
Is something throbbing
Upward gazing
Arrowing
To sky points

So, it’s confusing
The hate-love factor
Stiffness
Restriction
Formal sharpness of angle

A quite eye bewildering sight
This swirling circumference
Of a giant
Fractured
Circle 

And oh!
The Stravinskyish
Jagged continuity
Of line
Of dissonance

For distance
I follow parallels
Lines receding
With absolute...

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H arrowing muscle! forcing passion on my soul.
E ver-present beating - a metronome of feeling. 
A rduous yet wonderful, fickle yet insistent.
R acing with adrenaline - Swinging, jumping, screaming! -
T ill it stops... and all is silent and unfeeling.


For Rick's "Any 5 Line Poem" contest
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Strength and agility whither like hay
Every young person relates with some distance
Not showing the same activities as an average youth
Epitomizing by every hair’s application of aging dyes
Skin gets weary with strange lines
Countdown to the grave showcases on the screen
Each passing day, makes the being more...

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A smile a kiss for  Mystic Rose
In the eve of a Valentine night
The drowsy moon is over the moon
The cupid cloud is arrowing light

Verdant air so young and fair
A friend of earth and  furtive glance
Sweet breeze blows, Mystic Rose 
Coming close in ...

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PEACE


Bergs dot the ocean, even  in June,  and 
Thick  fogs  clothe the Labrador shore early each morning.
The sea ice rocks slowly in the harbor from wind and sun. 
As  I roast my fish on the warming gravel beach
The air grows...

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After a short illness keeping me off Soup, and a 50-year refrain from Prose Poetry, I was inspired by a Thomas Merton talk about Rilke to find the courage for this form again.

Shoe Dreams

Is there any wonder some of us desire shoes as dreams of...

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S olemn strikes the hour of society’s discontent
I see angry fists rise up with shouting and protests
G hastily grave disasters, ISIS terrors mark headlines
N ation against nation, shootings and high crimes.

O nly the naive live in blindness to it all
F uture fears and worries, will...

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Harrowing, scary stories 
Abundance of ghosts
Laughing jack-o-lanterns
Lots of candy treats
0ld, creaky stairs
Witches on broomsticks
Eerie sounds
Exciting adventures
Naughty tricks

Written September 28, 2022...

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Memories of Bach

At 17, I performed a solo ballet to Bach
Below a sparkling sky,
On a park’s open green grass.
The choreography flowed.  
I was well-rehearsed.
The opportunity, special, before 
Some of our gathered city’s spectators.
This genius: Bach.
This glorious cantata:
 “Jesu,]oy of Man’s Desiring.”
And, I, the young...

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Harrowing the heart


                     “Will you be my Valentine” she stuttered,
               ...

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I haint donning royal carpet treatment

No stuntman/woman showed up, 
albeit intervened in timely fashion
to thwart mishaps experienced 
courtesy me I bemoan,
and poet lore re: yet of Perkiomen Valley
Pennsylvania, United States of America
never suffered major illness nor broken bone
(specifically life and death health crisis, 
nor compound...

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Harrowing the heart


                     “Will you be my Valentine” she stuttered,
               ...

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You are my sun shine girl.
You know I love and adore you
You've lit my heart yet again
You already know I find this both intriguing and captivating.
You always pierce through my moon
arrowing your pin dart.

By: Felix Emeka George
Copyright: 24 March 2017
'All Rights Reserved'...

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End
Drama
Creating
Belligerent
Acts

From
Glory
Harrowing
Insensitive
Jeers

3/27/19

Light Up The Page 4 Contest

Sponsor: Joseph May...

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This is not some verse of weed or wine
discovering now that six resembles nine
What diction or numbers can cover the blows of time?
Those blows hitting and splitting
As hurdles harrowing and arrowing 
And then taking your wall for their vine
Those blows sending and pending
Bitter shivers down...

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