Short Accelerated Poems
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Contents of my mind are accelerated,
Reading books and becoming educated;
Pictures seen,
In my teen,
And knowledge had been consummated.
Jim Horn
Trace of Accelerated Pace
We would have to track down each trace,
Of what they saw at an accelerated pace;
Intend,
No end;
Realized around in a circle had been race.
Jim Horn
To the left curved the steep roadway.
She veered right. Any other day
she’d have hesitated.
This time, though, she carried through.
With the ocean in full view,
she accelerated!
Love is overrated
Coined by this heart accelerated
Today exhilarated, tomorrow sorrow filtered
Emotions exuberant
Loneliness exonerated
Time extinguished
Togetherness envisioned
Oh what splendor
This love dreamed
Form:
Adrenaline is brown as excess speed demonstrates
An uncontrollable release of breakfast at an accelerated rate
Don't mean to be gross
But this is pretty close
An enormous expulsion of brownness it also creates
I’m waiting out the day
with minimalist hopes
and recycling anxiety.
I’m waiting for the hour
for a smooth transfer of power
or for things to go sour.
I’m waiting for the word
after a period of counting
for freedom’s call
or an accelerated freefall.
EMBODY
Recruit into the realm of spiritual liberty
Reawaken the knowledge there already
Locked inside the triple helix
Hidden inside man’s genetics
The modified man
The name of the brand:
The accelerated humanity
On the pivotal brink of breakthrough or insanity
Ivory bushes bear
accelerated evolution
and abstract incarnations
a reverie reserved as veil
fables too blatant to reveal
crescendos rise within
what remains of
the cityscape's heartbeat
science knows what we fear
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
the holms evergreen tree was
like a sherlock holmes twin
without his sensory
probe-abilities...
and probably holmes
accelerated his own
probe-abilities just
for sheer luck...
especially out in parks
where there be so
many women who
sought men as shade...
stan/len
Accelerated pulse,
boiling blood,
beating heart,
frantic movement,
inflamed soul,
crazy head,
loose is the beast...
human
in love... !
On metallic wings of hope,
violent noise propels man
through clouds of faith,
through the troposphere
and beyond
in accelerated exploration.
With every pound of thrust,
prayers gain altitude,
and the wonder
of universal forces
is magnified.
In time we'll know
if they've seen
the Eye of God.
Because of his advanced age
the mass was accelerated
with a couple of hours
Midnight could wear a wet look dress
- soft sprinkling from above
Anxious angst acquires accelerated aging
Mindfully meditating master’s molecular malevolence
Dispelling disease dysfunction
Chronically contaminating critical
Thinker thoughts thunderously
Eroding energy engulfing
Harmonious human happiness
Only original opulent oneness
Graduates getting genuine genius gifts...
Someone shot a sloth-
in time-lapse photography
Descending a tree
with Charlie Chaplin movements
minus mustache,
its tail hooked over its arm like a walking stick
The eye never moved–
like a dancer's in pirouette,
sunlight flashing like a million paparazzi
Overcome by clouds-
a most un-sloth-like creature.
INTERLUDE
woke up today and the rainbow was gone
a need to dissociate and escape felt strong
numerous thoughts spinning out of control
movements accelerated leaving a dust hole
time to slow down withdraw and retreat
from faces all places swiftly pressing delete
© October 2013—Kim van Breda
the weather has slathered down into comfortably cool
a welcoming breeze tickles my arm hairs; not enough to give me a shiver
there are no sounds in the country today
wait
there it is
a loud truck has accelerated on the freeway
a ten-minute drive but we can hear it
the cardinals and robins are twittering
I feel relaxed
sometimes I just climb into
my mind's hollow tree home
where pointless worries
are not so overgrown
and poetic words bloom
in a verbal tree orchard
and those without a lover's lullaby
are no longer tortured
where unanswered questions
can easily be contemplated
and the swirling milky way time
is no longer accelerated
A desire of a mind noetic
Into ample authors
What hence may be poetic
If soon imagination will enter in
Thus, inspiring set hands off
Into accelerated motions
Conscious and naissance
As these, now expressions
Are more to personal words
Then, creating newer realms of reality
Or even more, embellishing
What were once, merely less distinctive worlds
I am as sick as sinus syndrome
At times as lively as V-fib
Accelerated, polymorphic…
Another temporary blip
then Mobitz II attacks.. times slows
it creeps by like prolonged QT
complete heart block would likely follow..
screw that, I’m back to SVT
It never stops, it’s pretty hopeless
I’m getting sicker day-by-day
No chance for cure, time to go
Time to succumb to PEA
Form:
What I want to say
Would race across the universe
Unimpeded, unemcumbered, unrestrained
Accelerated by the force acting behind it
By my beloved Newton's second law.
By stars in her eyes
By his heavenly body
By clouds of ideas
And by clusters of dreams
What I would say would travel
Upward, outward, and beyond
Like a comet of words
With a tail of tales
If I could only tell.
Tripped over your intoxication
of a darkly delivered potent punch
flowing in absurd contradictions,
wallowing mid drunkenly exhilarated
gulps of denial's cursed vintage,
swallowing elixir's exhales in a shot glass
engulfing reflection's accelerated fire,
bourgeois Machiavellianism slurs topped
off machinations' idiosyncratic delusions,
'twixt boozy sips of head game’s hungover ego
no movement
on its face
time
halted
reflection contemplation
memories hope
wishes desires
relaxation nothingness
accelerated perceptions
whatever
thank you
these extra unmeasured
moments
before
the hands move
the pulse continues
endless
together
until mine
doesn't
If leaving you thought
Would make this fool go
You thought it wrong
Like you thought of me
And if hurting me
You thought would
Make my love low
You just accelerated it more
If never coming back
You thought would make me forget you
You thought it wrong
Just like you did with me
You just made this poor heart
To wait for the love that he’ll never get
And still a proud heart to hold the blame…
The curse
Or
The mistake
Form:
Romance is a science:
it’s all about some equation,
not necessarily based on calculation,
but certainly on chemistry
(which is a mystery),
strengthened by physics,
particularly by conduction and radiation,
thereby forming an electromagnetic field,
which facilitates certain biochemical reactions,
setting up and, in turn, accelerated
by a rhythmic process,
which may lead to reproduction!
***
Composed on July 27, 2017
The seagulls rose, dipped and
banked
In an ageless, timeless
seashore dance
Caught in a foamy hypnotic
trance
Of bubbling pomp and
circumstance.
Triangular wings and snow
white breasts
Skimming rolling, crashing
crests
A blur of half seen silhouettes
Of madcap, graceful pirouettes.
But when they catch the
elusive prize
With accelerated flaps they rise
On a zig zag course for open
skies
Amid raucous threatening
throaty cries.