Short Blueprint Poems
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Love is a hallway built between two hearts, where the doors to each are always unlocked and with no secret rooms in the blueprint.
her precious pendant harbours a secret
biological blueprint
pregnant with potential
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(C) John C Michaels, April 2017
D-esign the perfect plan
I-n living a lovely life;
N-ice blueprint will take you
A-way from chaos and strife.
Topic: Birthday of Dina Agayan (April 5)
Form: Quatrain
They handed me a body like a floorplan—
no doors, only expectations.
I built escape hatches out of music,
poured windows from ink.
Now I live in my edits,
rewriting the roof.
magical soul ascent blueprint
unfolding petal by petal
for each is unique
scriptures are passe
bliss dances for us alone
melody for an audience of one
in gratitude we applaud
M-ap
I-nstructs
C-limbers
H-ow
E-ach
L-ine
L-eads
E-levations,
R-evealing
A-ltitudes
M-apped
O-ut
S-trategically
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Michelle C. Ramos)
A
Firm
Stable
Foundation
A gale can't blow down
Its the type of stability
Two people in love could ever hope for or attain
A definitive blueprint which to create a perfect union; a love built to last
J-ustice
O-btained
A-lways
N-ullifies
C-ounter
O-nslaught,
N-ever
C-ompromising
E-very
P-olicy's
C-omplete
I-nstructions
O-n
N-onfeasance
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Joan R. Concepcion)
darting and chirping
songbirds and crickets
flitting and flirting
butterflies and wasps
honey bees and faeries
yard is pregnant with life
meadow forest jive
peaceful ambiance
straight out of an angel’s blueprint
Life is one memorable excite ride
Life has no precise blueprint guide
We may organize, trust, anticipate, decide
And design what we require thus
Yet toward the end of the day plus
Life deals its own avenue with us
you hated your mothers treatment
unkind uncared unfair
not positive nor decent
with age you left her spare
yet it was to be the blueprint
when raising kids of your own
and now they've done what you did
and left you there alone
Emotionally, a wrecked ship
Battered to smithereens.
Tarred and feathered
By the tempestuous ocean wave
That is grief. Her faith in the Lord,
Blueprint for her reconstruction.
Date written: 06/19/2022
Diversion
An Old Bridge
hangs by a
thread. A miller
of Dee in a
mirage singing,
his voice
trembling, the
tide below
rising. That
sandstone as red,
keen and
stubborn, waiting
for the coming of
that recipe sat
on top of the
patient
blueprint. The
droplet on its
border. Absence
of words.
From life’s final dissertation,
logic must be barred
A blueprint of our limitations,
its legions burned and scarred
In that last final closing moment,
transcendence kindled bright
The strictures of its failed excuse
—left victim to the night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
twisted faces
voices filled with rage
is anger contagious
in space and time
is now all there is
except within our minds
evolution
the blueprint for fate
or divine fruit of change
great all knowing
mighty god on high
why ever so silent
final results
when humans are gone
what really mattered
You are that feral fox
that’s wild and wary
not easily won over
needing to be approached with caution
ever so gently to be coaxed to trust
Opening up in bits and bites
get to know me slowly
get used to me in increments
i’m an acquired taste
a rose blooming in its own time
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
“Unending friendship,
though not transparent has been proved right,
through several tests and uncountable inference.
Just like a cloth pulled inside out having the blueprint,
yet hard to understand, but yet, friendship unending,
though not transparent proved right,
through several tests and uncountable inference…”
Harmonious tales of esoteric beliefs,
Uplift the celestial collective;
Magic dust is scattered akin to autumn leafs,
And mystical pursuits reshape the narrative.
Nebulous designs slowly step into limpidity,
Ianthine rays light our winding journey;
Telestic quests meld with earthly deeds,
Ylem is the source, veiled by human weeds.
Labour wants new money
who will they rob ?
VAT on private schools
a start
Thwarted Environmental expenditure ?
Thumbled again
running chicken,
Their leader is such a bore
I want to snooze
!
Towns expanding on green ground
planning permission relaxed
Just realise Croydon was a Labour blueprint
and got Bankrupt thrice
Social construction needs to be deconstructed.
So reconstruction can be reconstructed upon a
firm foundation for building.
By adding hardened truths, to support the basis
of building.
Requiring the elimination of porous falsehoods that
weaken the frame of designed capacity.
Thus strengthening the architectural blueprint for
structured living.
In a distant moment
The cause and effect is unknown
Is it possible
To be in a position where
There is no return
No reason
No one
Who can do what is right?
It is not a matter of whether
Good exists
But whether it is within us
Are we capable of greater love?
YES!
If so, why is it so difficult for us to be it?
We have the blueprint
Now get going!
For anything that is built in life’s domain
Love is actually the sweet foundation
Though finding it, often a tricky campaign
It’s the basic blueprint for our salvation
While not brick and mortar or earthly terrain
Such strength it provides without hesitation
It’s all that I am and forever will be
Love is actually everything to me
8/7/17
Strawberries and shortcake,
With some whipped cream on its crown,
Is the greatest ever birthday cake
Deserving of renown.
Though it's fallen out of favor,
I remain a loyal fan,
So to celebrate a birthday,
I will buy one if I can.
Seems the past can still provide us
With a blueprint for a treat
And a slice of whipped cream shortcake
Is still heavenly to eat.
O' love the heart is a blueprint of sky
Empty and darkness engulf at high
Of love no vastnesses there is
Of tear no drops of the ocean there is
Merely a salty sigh is flying on the lonely jeered sky
On the peak of mind tower just hauling a roar
No arrow, no bow, no Cupid in abjured nature
Every rose has died by its thorns and snare
-October 07, 2018 Chattogram
Will the final poem you scribe,
be a blue draped sonnet.
or water colored lullaby...
Will it whisper a million lies?
Unveiling the seeds of a soul
sprouting timeless gilded wings.
or will it smolder in the mouth of trolls...
Will it leave the blueprint of your being?
or won't it mean much of anything?
Hopefully the soul blood sparkles.
Within that final scratch of ink.