Short Beseeched Poems
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Reality pregnant
gestation released
Facts have been fathered
new mothers beseeched
The door to tomorrow
swings only one way
Birthing conception
—redemption belayed
(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)
She flew towards me
A pretty bluebird
Warbling her love
A call of passion
Her hearts desire
Beseeched freedom
As she flies
A marvel in the sky
She lands on me
Takes me by surprise
A pretty bluebird
When angels sing
Love begets love
In fluttering hearts
Of soaring white doves
Praying over predation
Tarrying above indolent blues
Serenity rains calm
In the cumulus of heliocentric views
Harrowed by hate
Beseeched by a crimson dawn
Hope sways on an olive branch
Dangling over civilization’s lawn
God love did resurrect
His people chose to forgive
God heart shall always live
Through every spoken word
We shall see God heard
Mary moment did inspect
Her son Jesus who directs
He came to elect
His unity of respect
This moment was ours
He wrote among the stars
His voice of his herd
He now summons towards
Those who he did reach
Through this glory he beseeched
In the sand
plastic beach
balls beached
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into the sand
cleanup
summer season
footsteps
ping
a on the sand
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ecologists
preached
beseeched
o u t r e a c h e d
to teach the reason
of the sand
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flat
deaf ears
the sea searched
screeched
a silent tear
for the sand
Beach rose
The blessed shall say
What a joyous day
My Lord beseeched
This day at the beach
Musk Mallow
Watched them grow
Yellow daylily
Caressed immediately
Discovery, a butterfly to be
Look how this miracle spoke to me
Love procured
Secured
Visit
Wild tulips
Strong and undefeated
Change proceeded
Faith within
Where it has always been
Hearts may recall
I chose love above all
A warm front beseeched her
Sweet vocals of glittering jazz
I fell into the intricacies of riddles
Chasing the pavement of cultures
Upon her breath.
Had our tongues even met?
A memory impossible to worship
The echoes of dragon fire
searing at the base
of my tonsils
A sea surfing current of hurt,
yet a pleasurable hurt
an enjoyable suffering
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
Now is the time
To run away to a far away place
Where I never knew
Her or who She is
And the final cut will tell
It's not on me
But across her neck
She's brought me to Hell and back
I pathetically pleaded
Implored, beseeched, and begged
Now it's her turn
For her life she cries
And for her sins I'll die
I've run away
To a far away place
Where Ill never feel
And He welcomes me with open arms
Seperated...oceans apart
standing shoreside are lonely hearts,
sunlight glisten as diamond pools
upon waves that listen to spirits woo...
Silent squalls beseeched within
dormant walls unreached in spin
church bells ring extolling time
lighthouse felling passions crime...
Unwary of quiescent state
companionless are souls to fate
at least in this world learn relate
given time to future date....
A face grotesque
Blood dripping down her cheek
Her eye jabbed
A horror that beseeched her this night
As clumps of hair come out of her skull
She can’t run
And she is greatly damaged
Crushed within
Her soul is hurt
Disfigured as her face
Torn apart
Her mouth spits red blood to the ground
Open wounds carry all over her face
The man hates
He proves his worthlessness
She’s beaten by his rage
Russell Sivey
Prisms blue sky's residue new tymes themes knew rymes seldom brewed limes suddenly I resume Time Jacks timeless I flew the flag I screw the nails I drew a line I refuse to assume to plead with a gossip girl fossils pearls glossy flossing on turtle scales tare weight grams inches minx oil drinks all around
To tavern be named Glued to Perils Presumed to escalade on in ski's Galieas cross path beseeched intertwined so gloomy Loom Lake appears
I gaze like there is no tomorrow
as I drown in her delicate blue
those eyes, those beautiful eyes
beseeched before me
a pendant of patience
begging
to pounce
the day pauses
...unannounced; in awe
of her artistic verve
and vitality
we both stare in wonder
as my mind wanders
into
sacrosanct pages
to be fused with her
tonight
The shoes
will have to come off.
You have to walk
barefoot on grass.
Life had become
unworthy, of death.
Do you believe
in killing of a river ?
This was age
of denials. When glib was
beseeched by truth not to
speak against dry bed of water.
The flames of battlefield
suck the glory of coci.
They were standing
in a line for the prayers.
Did you know what
was beyond the sky ?
A loveless world
where no bird sings.
Satish Verma