Short 67 Poems

Autumn night:-,
flowers rise,
so tomorrow....

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Haiku 67
	
	
	cool mist’s embrace
	Smoky Mountains hiding
	morning miasma
	
	white dogwood flowers
	Tennessee deep forest shade
	fiddleheads unfurl...

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summer breeze
folded paper
kites soar
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flowers
bloom brightly
mother's smile
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flamingos
gathered in millions
crowded airways...

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Epigram #67:  

CHANGE


The only constant is change,
That's why it looks so strange.

~~~~~~~~~



Leon Enriquez
04 April 2015
Singapore...

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67
In thinking back 
You were right
Not to act
On all my dreams
And I 
Learned from you
A few things
But I see right
You were my enemy
In every single fight...

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For instance
Time is timeless
My table is deserted
My café cup
Is drunk, tired, and exhausted
What remains from
This endless day
Some  67 cents
In my pocket
And a broken cigarette....

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As long as you are alive,
Let others to survive.
Pleasure is thine! 
Life becomes divine!! 
             


Bitesize no 67 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date: 24-06-2023...

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I am
       singing
            aloud
yes,
    on a cloud
floating
shouting
       for joy:
       praising
       praying
filled
with.. love...
from..
      ...above

Inspired by the music theme clip The Bill...

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hair
  tasselled
    encircled
a
sleeping
         smile

hair
    awakened
a
   beautiful
        flame

shadows
   loitering
in
tenderness
turn
  to
     the sun

unlearning
   piercing
       music
...

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Quatrain #67:
DARK


Depict the dark of dying light,
Attest that spark of jaded night;
Realise sad mark of frightful dread,
Keep cautious arc of feelings right.

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
28 September 2015
Singapore...

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Untitled, their works of art (?), their minds
pried to the paper, full-out concentrate
only a few sigh and rub their eyes
and lean back, hands overhead, yawns,
relaxed, reclined, restrained, now!
Headfirst diving into the test once more!...

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“Our sister church has slid off the cliff, and plunged into the sea.”
The entire congregation gasped.
Average age: 67.
The minister laughed.
“A joke,” he told them.
He did not last the usual five years. 
Average salary: Too much obviously...

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My eyes are open yet I see nothing
because there is nothing to see,

I go to my job and stare at the clock
there's nothing that I want to be,

I long to be conscious when I am
asleep
perhaps in my dreams I am free,

I seem alive but I'm really half-dead
and my path is strewn with debris....

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We watch our body vaporise
Although it still exists
We watch it disappear in surprise 
A delight we dare not resist

So we still are but in formlessness 
Body invisible 
Having melted into Absolute Oneness
A part of space indivisible

We thus remain
Pure & unstained

26-September-2020...

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I got a call today from a bill collector. He said I owe 67 cents to me it makes no sense 
why you call for only 67 cents. You say if I don’t pay you will put it in the news paper 
that will cost you more than 67 cents. You must not have very much sense. Why not 
just put the 67 cents I owe on my next bill to me that makes a lot of sense....

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Rednecks make parts in the basement 
They've mastered piston emplacement
They'll bore out a block
To be bigger than stock
Displacement has no replacement

Author's note.  A really great guy in the office has a classic '67 Firebird
that will go really fast and has fun taking it to car shows in the area.
This is part of American culture. Yahoooo!...

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She came one day out of the blue
A cockatiel in search of love
And filled our life with utmost bliss
The perfect gift from far above!
But then one day an ill wind blew 
He called her back to pastures new.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  
Bitesize no 67 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
       Placed 1st
© 21st June 2023...

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And surely there is a lesson for you in the cattle
We give you pure milk
Which is produced in their bellies 
And delivered through blood vessel.
As for the drinkers, it’s easy and agreeable.

And from the fruits of the palm and the grapes
You obtain intoxication 
As well as goodly provision 
Surely there is a sign in it 
For the people with vision....

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Cynthia
Faithful, frank, patient, true friend
Mother, worker, a writer's daughter, child of God
Lover of cats, books, poetry, and wonderful nature
Who feels blessed, at peace, and thankful for life
Who fears nothing, not bad news, or even earthquakes
Who would like to see Israel, Beijing, and again,  Queensland
Resident of Tarlac City, Philippines
Baello...

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pom pom hollyhocks
seven feet tall and frilly~

                         a strong wind their end



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June 27, 2015


Poetry/Haiku/pastel summer tapestry
Copyright Protected, ID 15-6847-67-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.

For the contest, Traditional Haiku, 
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton

10th Place...

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Super sexy brothers
Usually chilling in a car,
Particularly a '67 Chevy Impala
Entertaining the ladies and having fun.
Really creepy monsters,
Never doing anything good,
Angels don't even care,
They're too concerned about God being missing.
Usually a character dies
Really, it's like every episode this happens.
At least Sam and Dean don't ever die
Lol, that's a good one...

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I’ve traveled the world, yet feel I’ve gone nowhere.
My life seems to be one blur after another.
I’ve loved and lost and loved again with such care.
Yet, I’ve never become a wife or a mother.

I long for the touch of a newborn, baby boy,
A son with whom I can share a wonderful life;
A child whom I can raise with kindness and joy,
With his father by my side and me as his wife....

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Fill me once more,Holy Spirit to know,
Move me ,inside,you love to show,
Quieten my heart,now to play
Without rehearsal,on life's stage each phrase to say.

Speak,speak by thought,picture,word or deed,
Then in my weakness,your strength feed:
O teach my tomgue to quiet be,
Until you prompt,and all I say,is all of thee.

This quatrain was inspired by  Abraham Cowley's (1618-67) 'Hymn to Light'...

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An ephemeral
loyalty of unity
divides faded pride.

Cosmopolitan
this block upon block monument
shaded by white clouds
enclaved in stains switched
mundane tirades to acclaim
that spades lisp sunk hate.

To the fortunate
the philosophies that form
the thesis relics speak.

A purge that caused the turn
Decades of archivists exhibit it 
The berth...the crane it built
Canada's concrete that finished it.

12 Floors of Revolution...

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Fill me once more,Holy Spirit to know,
Move me ,inside,you love to show,
Quieten my heart,now to play
Without rehearsal,on life's stage each phrase to say.

Speak,speak by thought,picture,word or deed,
Then in my weakness,your strength feed:
O teach my tomgue to quiet be,
Until you prompt,and all I say,is all of thee.

This quatrain was inspired by  Abraham Cowley's (1618-67) 'Hymn to Light'

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010...

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