Creased Poems

Untitled Senryu

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creased mind blank uncared  
void visage dumped unclaimed… 
tears dry sub-psyche
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What Matters

...When they ask: the answer is, I want to be cremated 
Smoke the man from yesterday that occasionally crumbles into tomorrow
Let the wind carry the residue of inspiration until it ashes back to God
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Laughter -For Lucille Ball

...Laughter creased my face
With the wideness of joy in a darling
Hallooing loudly, Hawaii!
Making me younger with weakly wrinkles,
It warmed my heart with a flaming ring of mirth.
And I liked it.
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Instructions For Walking Away

...feet tracing ruts
softened by the weight of others

the path was worn
    polished
not by insight
but by generations
unquestioning the same direction

a weed split the sidewalk
where my foo...

I Drank from an Hourglass

...It has long ceased to rain here.
The embers of drought are fanned by the merciless
Hands of hell.
The air is stifling,
The heat insufferable.
I cringe from a long wait on a queue in the narrow
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Both Sides Now

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MY ADDED VERSUS:
Bows on solemn flower blooms
and scented layers of flared perfume
flow down rows of headstones and tombs.
I've looked at death that way.
			
But now I tend to ask ...

Ode to Krish

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She is not made of atoms,
but aftermaths
the kind that linger in a room long after
the lights remember to flicker back on.

Her spine?
An origami of fallen yesterdays,
creased by collapse,
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My Simplest Form

...I am broken
that is my simplest form.
Not in shards,
but in folded faults
like paper creased too many times
it becomes soft,
almost sacred.

They called me whole
when I was quiet.
They mist...

Fulcrum of a Rose

...The crescent ~ half awake,
yet wholly aware,
like the essence of my presence ~
drowsy and divine ~
glowing in golden hues
is the mentor leading
me through scented silence.

I am the thorn...

The Dry Tear

...The sandman moved to the corner as I eyed him. The pain creased, and sheared my attention. Pain would shoot blanks at my head. Running would only excite the strange feeling of being followed but not ...

Without Mirrors

...He forgot
how his jaw
used to stretch
in loud laughter.

No mirrors
to watch his days—
just windows,
and distant eyes.

His beard trimmed
by finger’s feel,
a chunk missed
Here and there....

Leverage

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Written: May 19, 2025, for contest by Edward Ibeh

Quote: "Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself." By Rumi

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Dear Seventeen

...The black pen with black ink is running out,  

The paper on the desk is clean but creased. 

It must hurt to have been crumpled up and straightened out time after time again, 

Only to be used...

Rush Hour

...I clock in my own breath,
Minutes stack like folding chairs.
My limbs queue for permission,
Time herds me through its turnstiles.
We all wear the same silence—
Pressed suits, creased with wantin...

travel light

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* I’m honored to say that this piece was used for a “War Poetry” class by Ann Marie Thornton at Bilkent University in Ankara, Turkey. Many thanks to her and the students for their questions and pho...

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