Short Airless Poems

A tree bends over 
not to smell the sweet grasses 
but to pick up leaves. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Sept.17/2005 

Just having fun with words....

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Chickadee flies low
looking for food he buried
runs into a tree.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.28/2013

I haven't penned one of these in a while....

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As easy as the air you breathe but can't see.
Blind to the airless suffocation.Speechless for your last breathe. Gasping to be cleansed choking to death.The lights dim then bright again. Wasn't the first time. Won't be the last.Do you feel the routine of pestilence.

Sky...

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I don’t know who I’ve been today,
But I wish she’d come back- 

Her confidence, astonishing 
And her ability to live so weightlessly 

I wish I had her airless capabilities-

Who was she again and why did she save me 
From myself

I wished she was me even behind the scenes....

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CONTRIBUTIONS
  airless
yesteryears
egregarious
 wearisome
 awaits
credulity
enthroned
to
 convey
a
populust
niche
as
floating
dross
 enamelled
&
replicated

a
pedestrian
 precursor
enamoured
uncanny
glazed
&circled
so strange
in
camaderie
thronged
in uniform
belief...

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Heat on the door, windows airless,
    Obsessive heat.
Inching blandness in sorrow soaked.
Prism of light spearing through our town
Filled with hope.
A lingering ghost stays on.
Hungry repetition, happened, been and gone.
So slowly, interest fading 
To a daylight breaking
For that moment,
By a candle bare,
On rosewood eyes you shine....

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Deserted and bleak,
Where mountains reach and rocks
Squat red and jagged,
The jumbles, the building blocks
Of a long-dead world.
Canyons plunge deep where
Fast flowing water
Eroded a channel there.
Now dead, dry, airless,
A Red Planet among the stars
Hopes for rebirth.
This is the Spirit of Mars
Waiting for help from Earth.

(Naga-uta)...

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I’d orbid any suns with you,
or earths.

Together casting shadows,
Proclaiming insignificance
of light or night or day or
time.

Silently swooning weightless,
airless.

Compositions of magnificence
crashing through stars
and holes of darkness.
Big, bold balls of deafness
with graves of blazing fire.

Nautical pilots of our sky
orbiting each other....

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Rest now…
To idle from natures’ merciless dispossession
Lifeless muscles slump
Still now,
Though exhausted from the blow
Perhaps you are the same;
Now we are one.
Breathless, windless, airless,
Silence after the slaughter 
I did something wrong;
Beguiled from belittlement.
Yes, I am mortal now…
Aftermath of the hurricane.
The beginning of the end,
Heart beats....

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She walks alone and has such airs,
though airless be the things which she desires.

She smiles throughout, as each blow falls,
with the martyrless grace that sainthood requires.

She takes such pride, though there be none,
in each and every task she is assigned.

Then bending low,
	with so much care,
                   lends grace and beauty to man’s most unrefined....

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In the desert 




Like a barren flute
punched and airless,
Amidst sand dunes 
and dusky plaits,
Where no roses bloom
only cacti prick,
Lonesome, desolate,
as emotions daunt,
Tears dried up 
I writhe in ache.

Yearning for..
A melody,
A rain,
A smile,
A little red rose...
that he might bring,
an utmost utopia.




Written May 12, 2017
For "Lost love" contest by John Hamilton...

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This is my peanut 
the one down there is mine too 
I know, I dropped it. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Sept.12/2013 

I figured I would take one of my many pictures I snapped while walking around the park and make a poem out of it. I wish I could post the picture, that goes along with this piece. It's a picture of a squirrel sitting on a rock, holding a peanut with its hands....

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Standing at the very threshold of my dream, I had an epiphany
That somewhere inside, I sworn that I been there before
Trapped in broken records; in the broken truth of the past
Basking over the glitters into the seams of my closed-fisted-mask
I was swimming with a thousand other fishes, drowning under the moon
I had an epiphany of a prison hiding inside an airless balloon

Wilbert Dela Cruz 6-6-16...

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The veil is rising 

Easing off 
my fear strained face,
it catches 
on crystalized tears,
pulling away 
I bath in liberty

The first airless void
stills all movement,
abandon was never 
nameless, faceless 

No longer condemned 
sliding towards the light,
I take in my first breath 
free of regret and torment 

In the ensuing minutes
infinitesimal beauty
takes my breath again 
as I exhale my first sigh......

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The Moon is full and bright.
It's white.
But I know...
it's black;
or, anyway, grey.
And swaddled in the airless
Really Black.
(like me.)

The sun is yellow,
the Sky blue. 
But the sun's always
seemed white to me.
The anodyne Sky - so less 
blue
than one who is blue
down deep, so blue. 

And when the Sky
seems fruited with
color, I know it's stolen
hues.  Or, leastways,
borrowed dyes when
daylight daily dies....

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When those we send back to the moons surface,
those we dispatch to those lifeless planets
that hang dead-boned and airless
in our small corner of space;
when they who reach and explore,
colonize and construct,
will they eventually construe
what we knew all along
that we who dwell on Earth
are the one reason for God to exist.
That God is here in the fruitful soil
of this garden
where eternal life has planted its heart....

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LIFE'S PATHWAY

Quicksand hollow inside
Airless dangers lurk
Collapsed desires subside
Failure makes life dark.

Shaky footstep falters
Sands of time don’t stop
Fotune never alters
Life loses the prop.

Inner beacon flashes
Desolate pathway
Journey future traces
Walk on your dismay.

Living struggles begin
Give life divine grace
Winner resides within
Bliss marks end of race.

February 12, 2018....

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arms in chainlinked fashion 
marching outwards on the soft floor.
Oh, the sublime depravity of it all 
above the waist seems forbidden.
I am robbing it.
the aqua blue green mirror waits.
at the hip, patient.
telling the sky how it looks.
inhibitions lose themselves,
the loss brings euphoric relief.
I open my eyes to the aquatic sting.
your outer lines are dull
submerged and censored 
in brief, airless time.
and so here we smile, and age like wine....

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