Short Acquiescent Poems
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smart acquiescent silhouette —
brittle butterfly
8/13/2020
2-LINE POEM - ziket Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Tilted nipple, lend
Your acquiescent ballast
To rotate earths breast
Referring to the “Milky Way”
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*Inspired by Raul Moreno's
Nature's Best Contest
Dullness settles sharply, without warning;
The words are gone, as if they'd never been.
There is but acquiescent pain at the loss.
It is left now to wait
For the familial shadows to pass.
events in life happen
within the sequence of
time
but in their significance
find a unique
order
an acquiescent awareness
a special soul-mate
memory
that very rarely leaves our
hearts
© September 2013—Kim van Breda
Listen to poem:
The cup rests warm in the bearer's hands
inviting a swirl fragrant sniff
to savor the wine, palm cupped
a pause before drinking
raising glass to lips
tilting the cup
heavenwards
to taste
head
laid
back
acquiescent
in ritual revelry
JANUARY
Joyful bells and pyrotechnics greet the year
Acclamations of the turning of a page
Now we look to future hopes with banished fear
Under brightening days new visions to engage
Acquiescent to what fate may have in store
Reaching forward for the blessings that may pour
You had better wear warm gloves against the hoar!
The clouds pass silently above
On their way to infinity;
Sojourners drifting in the sky;
Compliantly acquiescent
to whims of dominating winds.
Our paths to perpetuity
are like those hovering above:
Short time stays in this dimension
crammed with egregious egotism;
Marvel at insignificance
as though it were significant.
Our egos pass, notwithstanding,
into amnesic nothingness.
Soft skies of blue and ivory
Circling the planet of light and ebony
Colored eyes enthralled by the cold of the night
Waving lightning mantled by fright
Winds embracing acquiescent bodies so bleak
Unshielded pillars of the strong, not weak
Grounds bracing the faithful with might
Bounds of serenity awaits so light
From His numen all wonders come in piece
Bodies and souls live and die with peace!
To enhance our book’s creation,
we sought your permission
for your poem’s transformation
to a condensed composition.
Not entirely acquiescent
to our last minute request;
you gave your consent
with tongue-in-cheek protest.
There were other Poets
whose heart-prints were cropped.
It’s painful, we know it,
to have feelings lopped.
Your reply touched our hearts
and our funny-bones too;
We can’t wait to impart
our finished work to you.
Four Dimensional Elements
Solidity
Earth
Land by soil to
Dancing stone
Treads its path to water
Kisses the feet of
Home
Between
Air
Fragrance clouded
And plumed pillars of
Breathing Earths
Seething repentance
In rain
Catching
Water
The flippant leaves
Acquiescent flow echo
Reverberated poundings in
Waves
And falls a blessing
Liberty
Fire
Recombination of release
Prevailing supplicant of
Mystery
And Mother of
Light
Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos
Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing
Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental
than designed
Everything ajar,
windows, doors
my dresser drawers
Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists
Half absent,
I impassively apprise their
surreptitious ways,
their secret jokes
on my reclusion
Idle sit the swords in bloodied rust
old glories faded in the long dull blades
lie about cold beauty's savage lives
masked within the scars of victors songs.
Words unbent repent in ploughshare shame
succumb to acquiescent mumbling
rising in the throat of strangled steel
tempered by the stench of battles fear.
Is peace naught but a swords rekindling flame
sharpening both sides of fates cold wand.
©12/2/2019
If you live by he sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest
The night comes back in flashes,
As I look for the pieces,
Buried somewhere in these ashes.
So what changed that one time?
We were an acquiescent class
Where talking was a crime.
Maybe we had too much to drink,
A mess and an introvert
We simply forgot to think.
Did I say something senseless?
I don’t remember much except
Your hand under my dress.
Oh what I wouldn’t give
To rewind time
To remember what I did with you
And how it felt to look at that azure blue