Short Arranging Poems
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Their love affair of words you see,
the poet paints, it's artistry,
arranging them their mastery,
we do so love that poetry!
my line of work
is space travel
those distances between stars
that's me
arranging all the loungers
around the hyper-pool
although
I'm only filling in
An asteroid ascends;
Affects aphelion.
Anomaly adapts
An astral as ascribed.
Absolute accomplished
Auroras apparent
Art arranging above.
Written: 10/4/2020
Rearranging,
Our life is changing,
Each day arranging,
New thoughts to engage in,
In this world we play in,
Every moment is changing,
Life is always rearranging.
Gazing across her stately field of daisies, this domain..
Gathering love's bouquet arranging they a repose's vase
In heart's boudoir a shooting star; sitting, atop Scarab's sill.
Cry alone into a opaque stupor
Arranging pain with thoughts so tender
Night began to haunt my mind
Cancelling my heart so fine
Even now My temper flourishes
Removing all sense of purpose.
V-iew
E-arly
R-adiant
G-low's
E-ffulgent
L-ight
E-vading
C-loudy
L-ane
A-s
R-ay
I-s
N-icely
A-rranging
L-ife
Topic: Birthday of Vergel Eclarinal (July 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Suzanne received the disturbing news
while arranging her sister’s wedding bouquet
her sister had been killed in an auto accident
she got busy, changing these bouquets
into a beautiful funeral wreath
Today I’m grateful for the variety of the colors in all of us
and in this beautifully colorful world in which we dwell…
as Vincent Van Gogh observed:
One can speak poetry
just by arranging colors well.
Scientists will soon have a vaccine
To end the battle with Covid 19
Our doors and windows will be opened wide
Inviting fresh air to come inside
I was arranging some flowers on my credenza
And to my horror in flu enza
I saw her beauty standing there
In her cherry brick made house..
Strolling up as asking for a light
Arranging my blouse amid hope
She might like, what she finds ?
Thirty-sevens adjusting my skirt
Swaying my hips wetting my lips.
The tulips know.
Put them in a vase.
Observe myopic stems
heavy with thirst.
Observe choreography
that lifts lion heads
again and again in
different calisthenics
until blowsy with life,
no petal left unfolding,
they seek beneath bowl
and table the steady
pulse of life
If taken for A Saint
And black they just him paint,
Except The Truest Saint,
Who smiles down cruel taint
And in swipes finds the quaint?
Who won’t oneself repaint
Arranging for White Paint,
Asking for Man’s restraint,
To self with God acquaint…
Watching out for fresh taint
And being renamed A Saint?
As I aspire to write,
something witty or sage.
Still the same sight,
blue lines on a page.
A bright Spark arrives,
and it's the new fave.
Line's running in mind,
a Very Tough game.
Seem's I've lost time,
Arranging word play,
Only these line's,
good night my fave.
As I Aspire to Write,
Something, Witty or Sage.
I'm listening to you and oceans are flowing through me
Waves are washing your words till detailed causes emerge
And precision tears my insides
But as who I am starts glaring through my face
I let go of the slides
I'm learning to speak as I'm finding the answers
On the shore I'm arranging the words: blue, pink, white
Form:
Clocks
Remind us
How fast
Our lives pass
Clocks
Throw numbers
In our faces
Seconds and minutes
Clocks
We glance at them
In the beginning of the day
And often at the end of our work day
Clocks
Always keeping track
Re-arranging our day
Without fail
Clocks
Always watching
Keeping time
Reminding us
Our constant
order
edict, decree
restoring, maintaining, arranging
logical, procedural, mess, pandemonium
threatening, imposing, disintegrating
anarchic, turbulent
chaos
Date created: 05/16/2021
She seeks poetry
through tarnished silence
Amongst the dead
shattered voices
on parchment
Curve of her hand
splitting fountains
of words
Picking stars
like flowers
Arranging each
sunken stem
Watching blackbirds
peeling bask of trees
Their movement
repeated simultaneously
Bowing their heads
towards infinity
clippings fall onto the page,
arranging themselves.
ivy loosely parades
around a thorny rose stem,
tickles the chin,
entices the shy bud —
a blush,
potently pink, blossoms.
baby’s breath
and Queen Anne’s lace,
like bridesmaids,
intensify her beauty.
a pond of water
in a shimmering vase, nearby.
possibilities.
11/1/2019
When I was arranging daffodils
you send in tanks.
The sky was overcast.
When I was talking to clouds
Fireballs are delivered.
That signals the specific gravity
is shifting to knobs.
The artist was going
to disappear.
I think of faithfulls.
How beautifully they talk of
two moons.
I had decided to quit
when you send in a hymn.
Satish Verma
Authors, artists, and actors attract an audience!
Authors annotate and analyze articles,
Arranging an alphabet accordingly.
An artist accents acrylic asymmetrical aspects,
Always adding attention aimed at an attractive apparatus.
Actors articulate authentic accounts,
Always appealing accurate appearances.
Authors, artists, and actors are alike.
L-onely night has ended,
E-arly rise of the sun begins;
D-usk and twilight disappear,
I-nclement weather
E-nds.
R-ight here I am arranging
E-ach word and every line;
G-ood regards warm your heart,
L-et my greetings ease your mind.
O-ctober's first five days, I let my thoughts travel;
S-ixth day of the same month, I am wishing you well.
You are,
The air we breathe.
The birds,
The Bees,
Leaves on the trees.
All aspects of Energies,
Floating through Galaxies.
Existence Experiencing,
Always Evolving.
Illusions are dissolving,
Resolving our differences.
Ever changing appearances,
Arranging the perfect plan.
Soon you'll understand,
ALL is yours to command.
They quiver
with the motion of her hand
and she calls them pretty.
No one comes
here without joy.
Fiber filagree adds color
miracles. Needy, pretty,
drizzled. Shivering.
as she moves them.
The women tote
them, arranging and
mixing them in the sun.
Life is in whispers,
lighter than gauze,
the shuffle of breath,
the brush of tooth on lip.
Peace portioned for all possibilities
Hope holding the heart of hatred
Terrorism lost ten thousand times
Selfishness battled before the sun sets
Greediness returns to greenness grace
Rulers to leaders without strife and lust
Help to the poor and the needy of trust
A better atmosphere arranging believes
No more killing and wasting of blood
We are all humans not fowls and ant!