Short Beaconed Poems

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Premium Member A Flag

thirteen kindled stripes
blazon fifty beaconed stars… 
   freedom burning bright 

           USA Flag
         17 Jul 2015
         David Mohn
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Form: Senryu


Premium Member By the Streetlamp

sun-dried, saltwater-rusted
bench sits above cherry bricks
undulating like pan-fried
bacon strips, by the streetlamp
where lazy dogs whine at once
and also lose their bladders
and imagine chuletas
in the beaconed street's limelight

Transparency

I'm just a shadow seldom seen
A soul once again forgotten
Waiting on your beaconed path
A path decayed and nearly rotten
I stand very still as others fly by
Or am I the one stuck in slow motion
Caught in the daze of a sea of people
Flowing by in their very own ocean
When will you notice where I stand
Will you ever reach out and call
If it weren't for me stretching out my hand
Would you come looking for me at all?
© Avery Won  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member BEACON-

Beacon
The wind wraps her up
Step in
On all the scorpions
Beacon
On false realities
Hope filled with principalities
Favor
Undo all that I fated too
Graced 
Into submission B-gratitude 
The wind wraps her up
In a purple blue blanket
Trees wave at her
She’s daddy’s little girl
Woman daughter of the most high God
I reckon
Step in
Favored
Graced
Beaconed


2/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

The Crown Of The Unbroken

Beneath the weight of bleak grey skies,
I rise, though storms would blind my eyes.
No tide nor tempest bends my soul
Of those who stand, though hearts be cold.

Through thorn filled paths and bitter winds,
I pray my soul reborn, where hope is all.
The chains that sought to steal my flame
Are melted by a forge unnamed.

Invictis! —cry it through the dark,
A beaconed flare, where darkness dwells.
May stars bear witness, live or dead,
I've run the race, I am measured still.
Form: Rhyme


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