Short Bespoken Poems
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Owed
to soar
in self-pride
wreck must endure.
Adored, bespoken, and kindly estranged
Written: February 11, 2022
You cannot surrender
passion
Kill the seeds
of a new dawn
Silence
a word bespoken
Or finish
—what can only start
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
The tailored line,
bespoken Poet
With needle sharp,
to hem and sew it
Where thoughts as threads,
stitch out as whole
Whose words once seamed
—contain my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
The world is becoming
impossible to govern
Each person that island
Donne warned us about
All sense of belonging
in mirrors bespoken
The strength of shared values
—our vanity flouts
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Tripping over my shadow,
guilt darkened the night
The devil bespoken,
fear burning bright
Stepping into the darkness,
one chance to look back
Light shouting farewell
—as panic attacked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The solemn night's silence was
broken,
As needles pierces with a shrieking
sound bespoken.
So the growl of the wolverine breakthrough
the moonless night,
Waking up in a jolt, drenched in sweat,
what a sweet plight,
Lo, it was only a frozen case of a
nightmare awoken.
Poets
don’t create
a thing
But
recreate
what is
Ordering
their
size and shape
In lines
bespoken
his
Poets
take what life
gives out
Then
changing
mass and form
In words
not used
their way before
With
feelings
— newly born
(Villanova University: November, 2025)
The child of
a desert wind
and a mystery …
he swept across the land
Knighting each moment
with martial intent …
death
at his command
All enemies chosen
with glorious care …
each battle
zero sum
His legend immortal
written in blood …
the future bespoken
—eternity's son
(The New Room: August, 2023)
as it ticks to walk
a way goes, often in for another
rounds of bells, daring
caring as carriage
to bespoken
left wing goes
wanderers does
innocent with blames
love letters
pickup lines
campbell's soup lies, without a droopy
nothing likes hert
miss interpret that
intrepid repose cats
lakey at edminton
empty pens in his mouth
Stillness unbroken, love suffused
Vibrant bliss in fullness
No longer by ego bemused
We’re one with That oneness
Aversion and desire
Burnt in funeral pyre
Bliss aglow, heart afire
Clear truth bespoken
Stillness unbroken
13-November-2021
Quietus
''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Elegant portico columns, fireplace frame
Fronting tasteful, demure white walls
Rich browns -- pianoforte, armchair
Muted ostentation, classicism bespoken --
the eye startled, struck
by the clear glass vase
on the mantel
stems ascending
to bold-green leaves
slightly upturned
as are firm, youthful breasts
topped by brilliant bursts
of pink-streaked flowers
panorama
Aware!
But What To My
Wondrous Mortal
Gaze Does Appear
But A Majestic
Framed Feathers
Bold Dark And
Bespoken Black
Vulture There!
At The Apex, At
The Peak! Wanted And
Morbidly Humored For
Want Of Wafting
Tempting Mortality-Ness
Itself, Wisdom Darkness
It-Self -- Well Bade...
***
Oh, What Love! What
Darkness In Loving
Un-Attention.
-Gray Squirrel
04-05-2026
The invasion upon us
attacked by a neighbor
no village is safe
their scourge overruns
The enemy dressed
as civilian turistas
our border wide open
and freely they come
No shots have been fired
or prisoners taken
the keys to our arsenal
willingly loaned
Our schools now infested
with quotas bespoken
surrounded and cornered
—the fault but our own
(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)
I welcome the feeling
of leaving behind …
No Facebook, no Twitter
no Email to blind
Controlling the message
undigitized truth
My mind free of programs
my spirit induced
Where magic is whispered
no texting or bytes
Bespoken the voices
I hear in the night
My memory stays active
not stored in the Cloud
Rebooting what’s under
— enlightenment’s shroud
(The New Room: January, 2024)
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The gulf between us
is such a yawn.
It's boredom
drawn out
in endless re-runs.
Opposites are meant to
attract like magnets,
north and south.
Right!
But our chasm is abysmal.
It's a melody of maladies
and sick jokes bespoken
by a stand-up
with yawning incompetence
standing on a cliff,
shouting into the distance
while peering into the gulf
of what might have been.
No one's listening.
Right!
One last day to suffer,
as silence endures
One new day engendered,
to motion toward
A musical seamstress,
to stitch me back whole
A lyrical consort,
inscribed to behold
Each word as my seed,
laying fertile the plain
Each phrase lost and orphaned,
my spirit reclaims
That breath once bespoken,
new hope to set free
That voice reawakened
—whose soul unto thee
(The Book Of Prayers: April, 2020)
One last day to suffer,
as silence endures
One new day engendered,
to motion toward
A musical seamstress,
to stitch me back whole
A lyrical consort,
inscribed to behold
Each word as my seed,
to lay fertile the plain
Each phrase lost and orphaned,
my spirit reclaims
That breath once bespoken,
new hope to set free
That voice reawakened
—whose soul unto thee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
Waking every day
finding part of me behind
The loom threadbare and empty
no yarn there left to find
Coming apart in pieces
stitches lose their hem
Expectations falling fast
inching toward the end
Daylight into darkness
bespoken twill in threads
Voices used to mend and fit
silenced, like the dead
Sleeping with the remnants
dreams of memories lost
Desperations patchwork quilt
—blanketing the cost
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)