Short Break Open Poems

mountains fresh snow slopes 
awaiting skiers from far 
to break open paths...

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Cinco de Mayo, five days into May
Celebrate with margheritas today
       Or break open a Fifth
       I offer as a gift
Have a fantastica day and shout "Ole'"
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Dry
Cold snap
Brings the snow,
Clouds break open 
Releasing snowflakes,
Like cabbage butterflies 
Who flutter on summer days
Natures artwork now completed,
Sky has now cleared as clouds drift away
Landscapes have become winter wonderlands







Written 19th December 2020....

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The door was locked
Why do you sit and cry?
Search for the keys
It will open for you

The door was locked
Why don't you move ahead?
Go find another
Many are open for you

The door was locked
So what the hell?
Break open the door
The power lies with you

The door was locked
Never say again
Whatever the answer
The choice is upto you...

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I can't make sense of this head of mine
I feel hopeless, running out of time

I should've died, my only wish
I just don't understand all of this

why does God want me to live
I'm alone, I have nothing to give

scars of white, tears of red
I can't make sense of this head 

cuts break open, mouth gone dry
I don't get it, I should've died....

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THE WONDER OF CREATION

A bird builds a nest
of sticks, feathers, leaves, and grass
Tiny eggs appear
They break open as days pass
Baby birds soon find the air

Time soon flits away
Baby birds, now fully grown
Spend time on the lawn
Seeking a fat worm to eat
Winter comes, birds are now gone

28 December 2017

For contest sponsored by Rick Parise...

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O dear! Your want, I cannot meet,
For a moment, your beside to sit
And hear the trivial whispers;
There’re plenty fears and tears.
Flesh and bone are crying so loud
Loud, louder than the ruthless crowd
I cannot, dear see through miles
Your shadow and your sleepy smiles.
There’re plenty shackles to break open
There’re plenty toiled soul needs mention
O dear! Your wish I cannot meet
For your sake I cannot change my grit....

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Somewhere deep in the Bavarian Woods
the trees break open the sky.
The atmosphere shatters and glistens elite
a'shine in your dragonfly eyes.

The iridescent moon is full.
You're wings gleam purple and blue.
The boughs of the breakers halo alive
have punctured the infinite view.

It's a wonder that the world can sleep tonight
as the sky leaks out unnoticed.
With only you and your dragonfly eyes
as the tree tops character witness....

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Ignite the fuel tipped silken cord
Nightly wound loosely and limp
Spiraled and braided around my desire
Pressed into wet wax and unkempt
I'll know you before you break open your pen
Remember you as you burn up
Exhausted and wired, you'll feel uninspired but levity won't let you stop

My thoughts have been set quick afire, you've spun me a home molten glass
Entranced and elated, my yearning abated, I sigh knowing this too shall pass......

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I want you to block out the moon,
And soar through the evening sky,
As you knit with me like a loom,
Suckling my essence,
 'Til I am dry.

Break open my earth in lust,
While bearing down on my hips,
Incarnating my firm sex so deep,
Should my loving root,
Caress your moist lips.

Your passionate soul shall weep,
Flooding plains like genesis within,
Together tonight as we eclipse,
You become,
My constellation.

(C)2014 PJ Bayliss
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As kids we learn to love and pray 

But some can have it all stripped away 

War scares left on the bare skin 

Showing the world of our sin

But some can be helped to conserve

The ways we desperately try to preserve 

To re-learn the ways to love and pray 

And to have all our troubles come abay 

To break open that blurry outer case

To live happily in this dark place 

As adults we learn to hate and lie 

But some can have it all come back by...

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Its drawing a trolling? A play by J K is sure unfolding.'
As she puts out to grass, the stubboness of all asses.!
In a lesson to all nations, she's standing at her station.'
Even though (i'm not a fan) I can see she's sure of reality
As a woman 'with sand' thats what i see.' She has marked
Out, her t e r f.' May each roll of the surf. Break open the Hard shores as its all; there to live for!! Be a straight out
Master, not a squeaking; and real pule-ing disaster.'...

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The leaves on the silver birch flutter
in the gentle breeze first silver then green
all around the fruit trees slowly growing
heavy as fruits swell and start to ripen

The flower buds break open in glorious colour
white scented flowers of mock orange rife
honey blossom cascading down walls
while sweet peas climb ever higher

Summer hot and sultry shows her face
to the earth's stunning painted canvas
and life once more renewed and vital
as all around us everything flourishes...

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