Short Angled Poems
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the polished blade glides
precisely to and fro
dusting the mulch below,
the angled wedge shapes the fall-
timber...the echoed call.
Danger cracks while fears blow by
White flames reflect on the forests' face
Obtuse angled deaths and white roses
Still hang in their branches as memories displace
A Great, Red-Nosed Elf howled a Laugh,
That split the Zoo's Christmas in half!
the Reindeer got tangled
(he too steeply angled)
...they got strung up on a Giraffe!
The most Compleat Angler that's ever been
A zillion worms he'd gleefully dangled
Lies cold and squirming, and sadly doth glean
He's feast for the worms used while he angled
Shaken, not stirred
Pour into tall angled glass...
Drop in olive orb.
(January 18, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
wild birds are gliding
in the crimson dimension
of sunset on sea
sly stars are twinkling
through treetops along the shore
dark curtains will fall
in the twilight hour
there'll be songs to sunset moon
cream dipped in roses
A katydid stopped at my door.
Wedge of green gossamer
But something more.
I angled to get a closer look.
Intrusive I fear was I.
He quickly me forsook.
Off to call at another door
Winged wisp of wonder
On a neighborly autumn tour.
Saffron light dipped and angled down
the stairwell of an abandoned train station
in such a way that one might think
God put Picasso in charge of painting
the sun-baked afternoon.
The amber hue on earth
was a sharp contrast
to his Blue Period sky.
Form:
Down the old road a lantern turns ash-gray
bulb angled like pendulum
clinging on darkened sill.
With rainfall drowning the fragrance of trees,
my eyes grow weeds as light dims
on rake of brittle thoughts.
Through My Window Contest
18 Jan 14
from Franco Gonza
The timely light of day,
Sensing the cold inside,
Are we angled for doom,
Within us, and without,
We stand as we stand,
If we could be more,
We strive to be more,
Uncommonly real,
In the eye of our soul,
We are what we are,
Created from birth,
Uncreated till death.
John had a favorite reading chair
near the corner of the room
angled towards the fireplace
with a tall lamp light
set at just the right height
padded with his wife's
embroidered cushions by his side
and a custom-made ottoman under his feet
John sat there looking happy and complete.
Plain droplets plink downward risk-free.
Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty.
Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring,
as wind assists an outpouring.
Angled and claustrophobic dance.
Can’t see the light; cars take a stance.
Sky, a blue-gray, wiper flip-flops.
Shy, the soft pelts of ho-hum drops.
Spring
Took me
By surprise
Redbud blossoms
Doves coo early on
More species come to feed
Somehow spring has subtly sprung
Sunbeam shakes her yellow hair down
Angled 'pon violet covered lawn
Winter locked up the buds, spring held the key
In shadow, shade and angled light,
memories echo, when given time.
They persist, though out of sight,
when even bells will loose their chime.
To torture, teach or reprimand?
Why then comes, the weathered old?
The heart and soul hold scars and brands,
when even stars burn out, turn cold.
.
R uffed feathers smoothed
O ver minor infractions tempers flared
A nalogy to two Cocks fighting
D estiny exciting vacation
T angled arms and legs
R estlessness dissipated
I ndividualy each child slept
P atiently dreaming of first ocean splash
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: ROAD TRIP
Written: August 24, 2013
Company Cafeteria
People right-handed
carry their cups
in the right hand.
Left-handed people
carry their cups
in the hand that befits
left-handed people.
Whichever the hand
all carry their cups
elbows right-angled.
Whichever the hand,
all cups are at sea, adrift
on an ocean of saucers.
Donal Mahoney
Gray is the day, somber the mood
Clouds so thick emotions just brood
Noisy roosters vent strife
One lone crow across this sky viewed
Caws as he goes with none pursued
Swallows bring sky to life
As they dart, play looking for food
Their wings so angled that is good
Noticed now for unrife
unrife-uncommon
mostly seen in summer
here...
Digital clock bomb ticking silence lower right angled forever is eight point five
hours a day there toiled kempt invisible spent walking rigid funk robot wired
loose framed shut felt mutt waste like glimpse circular window goldfish and city’s
outline swept through wander inhale adjust inhale time square one infinite mess
oh calculator sonata
4 July 2025 Juxtaposition Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Can a lie be true?
Unwittingly!
Can truth be a lie:
unable to see?
Is what I perceive the only truth;
or, just my angled point of view?
Where is the bird’s-eye scene:
the whole, the real
that holds all things, and all of time?
Surely, that is God’s:
not mine.
For every time I have to walk away,
For every time I'm left behind,
For every time an outstretched arm just can't reach,
For each knowing glance we know we can't show,
For each starless, half-less night,
For each drawn out, angled silence,
Know my heart is worn on your sleeve,
Or lies in your pocket.
Write away the weakness of my name,
And sign me to yours.
Hand on hat,scarf wrapped tight
Black brolly angled low;
Each step a battle won.
A frail determined figure
On this year's reunion.
Face down in the mud
He was later found,
A note clutched in death's grip
"Better to die upon your feet
Than to live upon your knees"
No-one remembers why
No epitaph they wrote
Yet engraved thereon ..his final note.
Blue veil skirmishes its shadow.
Witness recalls object to matter of law.
Judges undecided no ruling made certain of flaw.
Weakness in difference as higher courts rules
Unrevealing blue hiding its shadow.
Just a little distortion angled crowd of tumbles.
Still meets our expectations to guarantee rounds.
All respected decision quietly bow self destructions.
Levels horizontally fixed
angles of light are tightly fit
geometrically spaced slats
fragmenting our perception flat
Narrowed slits squinted view
awkward sight for most in lewd
unaware of drawstring near
lifting veils vision clear.....
Trapped below the shadow of self
angled heights obscuring shelf
empty pantry up above
as lower self continues shove
Gathering, waiting
As dusk settles near,
Patiently anticipating
To watch and to hear
The first shooting spark
To utter a boom,
And fill up the dark
With a crackling bloom
Familiar faces angled
To get the best view,
Of a sky spangled
With red, white and blue
Joined by the fireflies
And their show of light,
'Til the last firework dies
On one July night.
I never angled for a laugh
for being known as bickerstaffe,
an English clan devoid of fame,
an ordinary family name.
I mused, then through the ages cast
in hopes to find a storied past
and found my folks had expertise
in cultivating honey-bees.
I prize my humble pedigree
and praise the noble honey-bee
for all the sweetness that it brings
if I can just avoid those stings!