Best Minus Poems

When soft colors of  
the amethyst twilight,  
dance amongst shadows~
swirling through forlorn forests,  
I count sparkling syllables of  
pirouetting peridots,  
looking for metered refrains  
from the emerald empyrean,  
while wondering,  
what am I but a  
speck...

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We said our goodbyes in June,
and the months since blur into mist.
At unexpected moments, awareness
of loss hits; tears spill unbidden.

Family gathering, Christmas Eve 
as usual . . . minus one.
We quietly exchanged gifts, 
found flowers from her funeral 
crafted into hand-made jewelry, 
kaleidoscopes, treasured mementoes.

I...

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Line of inquiry
‘Minus Identity Who am I’

‘What a piece of work is a man!’
………           ………
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust’
(Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act II, scene 2)



From Shakespeare, through Hamlet,
It rings down to...

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Plagued by incandescent ferments  I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads, 
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some to be  a minus,
but without this composite what is my real nature?
reflection on a manifest mettlesome being,
leaden skewed  traffic jam’s tailback of...

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Shines the season brimming with grandeur, rich
In winter... frills of ice and snow bewitch 
My pine trees capped with tinsels evergreen :
Comes spring-- dizzy where buds' hues turn to sheen
While air minty weaves on glens to unfurl
My trail scenting walks on plush lanes...hours whirl.

Then summer...

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a season come and gone
mistaken thoughts and writing...
goodbye my haiku



9th Place Winner
P.D. Linda's "Any Poem This Week" contest...

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The high (?) today was minus seven Fahrenheit
That's ridiculous, it's a matter of fight or flight
To some place more civilized
Where my body's not paralyzed
From November to May it's a constant fight...

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There are no seasons for you anymore,
since you chose to leave us for death's favor.
No day to await or night to savor.
And so now left to me,
still lips curl a child's bittersweet smile,
April's breath hangs on the orchid's gloom,
but I've no mind to bear such...

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It was time, for my audition - a nice renditition,
I came armed, nothing too predictable, with ammunition;
this offered my chance for fame, only I was to blame
if I messed up, success meant I would never be the same again.

It was good, I knew by the...

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perceiving both sides
at once is as
of an equality
within...

an eclipse-moons light that appears dark and
hence light and dark seem as knotted
mind concepts
within...

perception limits just as left reflects as right
light humour may appear as darker being that an
equality of opposites is as an infinity mobius strip concept
within...

any...

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III

Kept out
   kept out he was: muzzled and shut out
from mothering social approval
    and the usual conning courtesies

Kept shut
  Involuting in the hippo-lipped paranoïa
from the darling eyes of his deriding kinsfolk
  from packed houses’ applauding mental aneamia.

The touch-me-not
...

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I

For once he banished all birds
from the air
       not just Mynas tick-picking
on twitching backs
       but all birds, unnamed
and high bred
with each wave of his contrived hand
extending the pelting rice on the shorn land.

Some...

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Monday night. Moving magazines. Aimed dead at killing an evening, my fingers target =========
These same old four buttons;  >.

1, 2, 3, 4. Five’s a pipedream. Gaudy, small-minded and trapped in affected Americana.
Just like whatever the hell this is. Too much smiling.

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U K minus queen, where  All's not as it seems; the crowds Will Gather, there will be much piety and blather,  shoulders 
To  be rubbed, as people dive into the hub-bub at the 
Shop restaurant golf club or pub, has something been
Forgotten?...

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Life’s equation works in a different way,
each moment is accounted for as is each day,
one be one, as we pass through time’s sieve,
what remains in the end is charity we give.

balance in the bank does not follow you,
friends and relatives will soon bid adieu,
all that...

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