Best Telescoped Poems
A GIFT
You've given me
a piece of your soul
inside a sunken brown envelope
written handle with care
as if I was born heavy-handed.
You've telescoped
my soul once more
in its caravan
on a mountain slope
stooped by a bulky backpack.
It's good you've frozen
that portion of my long journey
I could have missed the sun
just because I stooped too low
that I could only see my heavy footsteps.
I've always known
when I unwrap your love
with my crystal-pure letter opener
I've trapped a powerful force
that allows me to forge ahead
with its timely smiles.
what I just received
is static showcase of a dynamic love!
NOW I KNOW
Now I know
you covered yourself
in coming to me
for I was too green
to know myself
that outgrows my form.
I am sorry
if I hated anything
that didn't speak
my unfulfilled language
though what it attempted
was to enrich it and my world.
You spoke my language
nonetheless
and maneuvered me
into marching
to my inner heart.
How could I resist
from following
strangely familiar footprints
to a wide lawn home
almost forgotten
in the dark smoke
of my activities.
WHY YOU
Could it be
That my footprints
Have lead me
To meet and see you as beautiful?
I could have seen you
any other else
If these noise
would have stopped crowding
about my sensitive ear.
Maybe I was formed
To see you as I do
And there's no way
To be otherwise.
Or if there is
It could be a slim probability
I could not wait
For time to unwrap
Your true worth
For I have my heart
Filled with pregnant rose
And to wait a little longer
Would mean forever.
It could be
that you are an eclectic
of personalities
that lighted my footprints
or, perhaps, watered them with tears.
in my case I chose you
and that's a footprint hard to erase!
Dalila Agtani
From the far end of the cosmos
I looked down searching for my home,
the earth, once a magical land,
against my expectations,
was telescoped into view
as an arid land, sterile and desiccated,
with no flowing blue waters.
Trees were felled down like torn pages
Some stood with yellowing leaves
Not dew, but tears dripped down from their tips,
as if struggling through the last lap of autumn.
Some stayed naked devoid of foliage
as if just made it through the winter.
Songbirds no more sang.
Dusty soot filled the air.
Sun- stood a flaming inferno
Day scorched in its violent fury
Despair greeted me as a prologue to the day
and ended with an epilogue of the night
All I saw was the comatose of life
All I heard was the faint whisper of a dying earth!
The signs are written everywhere;
in the melting icecaps, in polluted water bodies
in the exhausted breath of woodlands
and in the toxic air one is fated to breathe.
If we are careful, we can still preserve our earth.
Guard it, not as masters, but as guests,
who stay here as sojourners
with a thought that we have to vacate it soon
for posterity to give enough room.
It should never become a bane for them
but a boon, tended with love and care.
In gentle breeze, a prism swings,
until each side has felt the sway
It hangs there by a thread of string
while waiting for the sun to play.
Sun passes by, so brief a glance
refracting light from morning skies
And soon my eyes must do a dance,
entranced by all the butterflies !
Thrown against the wall as dice
Into a million moths that clone
from splintered sunlight, color- spliced,
as clear as ice, precisely honed.
And as it twirls, more colors soar
With constellations telescoped
They rise up deep from prism's core
as if to make kaleidoscopes.
Walls gather up the rainbow's hue
Stain-glassed winglets for my view
Although I try to catch a few
They fly away, ...while sun does too.
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For Contest Sponsored By Julia Ward
"A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies"
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
your light, that I can barely see,
has carved a path from somewhere far,
to travel through the galaxy.
In cobalt seas, your eagerness
has sent your light to touch my face.
Caressing with a tenderness,
until my heart can feel embraced.
Sun passed you by, so brief a glance,
refracted light against the sky.
And soon I have a second chance,
to search for every firefly
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
along with other stars that clone,
your ray of starlight comes so far,
the message clear, precisely honed.
It hurls through space, with news to share.
With constellations telescoped.
They rise up from a heaven's core,
and bring to earth a glimpse of hope
I'll gather up your brilliant hues.
A starlight garden for my view,
and thank you for the promised news.
I'll wait here, 'til the morning dew
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For Kelly's Contest: Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star
4/23/15
I live in this half-world
doubting the veracity of
words
words of supposed comfort
scraps of care
of whitewashed expression
do you seek to protect me
or to beguile,
draw me into your place
of uncertainty
of quantum thoughts,
shut me in your Schrödinger’s box
until I cannot tell
what you feel
what you say
I want conviction
Newtonian conversation
of truth and certitude,
not to peer through
telescoped eyes
searching for Polaris
in your inumbrated sky
Give me the truth
clear as a winter night,
sure as gravity,
scrubbed of peeling paint
bury your deceptive solutions
and solve honest equations
Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine
Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall;
Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites'
Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall.
I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may
From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day;
Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high,
Can answer when first they graced the idle sky.
While I'd rate their near-syzygies tolerably rare,
I know ethereal balls as bereft of all oral strain.
All sheen but full non-awareness of birth-date,
Ought to render these speechless vapors vain.
What telescoped forms of dumb orbitings mute
Might imbue with insight in placid images cute
Any salient squinter into thick lens herebelow,
Where tiptop harps and strung wonders bore?
Astrologers and their crafty stars will sweat to tell,
Where and when their augury-warped instincts fell.
A GIFT
You've given me a piece of your soul
Inside a sunken brown envelope written handle with care
As if I was born heavy-handed.
You've telescoped my soul once more
In its caravan on a mountain slope
Stooped by a bulky backpack.
It's good you've frozen that portion of my long journey
I could have missed the sun just because I stooped too low
That I could only see my heavy footsteps.
I've always known when I unwrapped your love
With my crystal-pure letter opener, I’ve trapped a powerful force
That allows me to forge ahead with its timely smiles!
What I just received is a static showcase of dynamic love!
Dalila Agtani
Entered in a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Our actions weighed,
Our thoughts scaled,
Our steps mirrored,
Our excesses are censored.
The hidden is uncovered,
The past is discovered,
There’s no flight,
We're encircled by light.
We're read like a book,
Caught like a fish by a hook,
Our pathway is beamed,
We’re telescoped as deemed.
The Judge sits,
Unparalleled days are His wits,
He reveals the deepest parts,
His words hit like darts.
There’s an inner voice that speaks to us,
Mirror us before ourselves,
Often we don’t give a fuss,
Even though our deeds are archived on shelves
March 7, 2023.
Writing Challenge - "J" Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
dusty country road
cocooned by umbrella trees...
home place telescoped
I've walked up and down these city streets
Left my prints along the beach
Searching for that which I need
But seldom is it within reach
Every nook and cranny in my home
Climbed high the mountain top alone
Never sure of where it's gone
The illusive poem
Day and night I will not rest
This poem to find I've made my quest
I've laid it out at my behest
There's nothing needed more than this
I've called up everyone I know
Rang the Vatican in Rome
I will not stop my on the go
Until I find this poem
I've trudged the jungles of the South
More places than I dare to count
And still have yet to figure out
How all this came about
I'll keep on with my keeping on
Never bowing to the loss of hope
Because deep inside one day I know
I will find this poem
I've looked up among the blinking stars
Telescoped Venus and Mars
Held up signs to passing cars
But failed to look deep in the heart
You'd have thought I would have known
The one place I failed to go
That's where it was all along
The illusive poem
Telescope your love to me
My planet seeks you out
In this and every other world
Viewed in a blur of stars
Swirled on a blanket void in black
Night glancing back through light
Enchanted twinklings flirt with time
Out for a dance, out of focus, turned inside out
A last glance at history once in the making
As is eternity's way to hold the moment fast
Devices set in motion never stop
Long back and forth looks through lenses
It is only you I see when time begins to bend
Feel you through the universe of truth now spent
Never ending clarity telescoped to me from you
I wait for sounds that are not there
How can it be the present under such conditions
Since I can not see into the past to find a future
Where your system ended long ago before my birth
Before your light could reach the Earth
Existence before essence as Sartre said
Xylographed from fountain and ink pen
In wood words intentions and meaning
Sculptures of thought bound in reality
Telescoped into prisms of here and now
Entropy thrown in for good measure
Nothing is impossible do what you wish
Take what is yours and not what they say
It is not freedom from but freedom to do
A chocolate needn’t know why it tastes goods
Leave the wrapper for the end enjoy while it lasts
Surrender to incredible living for real action
Water mouth-watering pleasures and leave
Essence as an afterthought as ex post factual
Enter phenomenal existence and be authentic
To choose responsibility over dogmatic faith
Saunter and take in the fleeting moments to live
07th February 2021
'Existence comes before essence' is the main tenet of
Jean Paul Sartre's existential philosophy
'The Man in the Moon
Came down too soon,
defaced by space race
and telescoped stares.
The Moon face and myths unmasked
to reveal mere pockmarks and dark blotches.
What is more, Man on the Moon
has scarred the Moon's face forever
with humanoid stares, enlightenment,
footprints, flags, graffiti and junk.
For Heaven's sake, let it be.
Torn skirt billowing behind you
like a parachute,
you fell,
fell,
for the telescoped eternity
of two seconds.
The pond turned its blind eye
to the sky,
and the shuddering gate
swung shut.
No one was talking.
Next day, the sun stirred
the larkspur into bloom again.
A rambler saw the flattened weeds,
suspected a fox,
and poked around for feathers.
They found your body later:
drowned in the darkness of the wood.
And raped,
or so the papers said.
‘A rendezvous with death’
was how one writer put it.
The police are looking for a man in black.
First published in Landfall, New Zealand
simplicity
in miniature
unbroken solitary
curiosity interminable conceptions
mingled together
&overflowing
in
immense volumes
expressions
in transit
then telescoped
as quietness
prevails
recollections
unburdened uninvited
distant
wept aloud
harmonies
slow moving primitive
kept in time
streamed
as a whisper
on the wind
easy on the eye
reposing