Short Canon Poems

friend, foe, never know
joust with rod, spear or canon
coin tossed, game begun...

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The heart asks questions
That the head wants answers for
 And
This tyrannical heart 
Speaks 
Canons...

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how can you tell me

that these delicious morsels

of proletarian sensibility

are not worthy of the canon?...

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Where shall
We find wisdom
To silence
The demons of mars
Through this
Canon of love
Wisdom captured
This lonely star...

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Jens Ferdinand Willinsen - a Dane
resident in France in the main
A painter/sculptor by prfession
now included in Danish  art Canon...

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Greek = measuring God, rule, norm
The authoritative collection of 
Sacred scriptures in 
The Old and New Testament of the bible

11302011...

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faces tinted by 
          the canon of complexion…
             flesh colored crayons


Note – In the early 1960’s the flesh colored
Crayola Crayon was changed to pink beige
            due to “social concerns”....

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swing
          to 
             and fro
back and
            forth
complications
           unravelled
fears
released:
    
    fast forward
happiness
aglow

Words inspired listening to PACHEBEL Canon in D...

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Blades
Of green
Support me
Upon the grass
While rain slides down
Creating on hair strands,
A violin serenade,
Its playing Pachelbel's "Canon"
Oh, a wonderful angelic feel
Raindrops bounce off lashes to play along....

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B-est
R-egards
I-n
A-crostic
N-ote

S-tart
T-o
E-mploy
V-ertical
E-xpression's
N-ice

C-onnotation
A-pplying
N-obility
O-f
N-ame

Topic: Birthday ofBrian Steven Canon (May 01) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Gold or pearl
Zinc or glass
Each has charm

Home or Rome
Earth or sky
Each has norm

Good or bad
In Fate's hands 
Rest so calm 


28 January 2023
Tricube Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Tricube Form...

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A fool
A rich father
A poor boy
A dream
The theater
Of experience
One whines
The other screams
The reckoning
Once predicted
Is here
The world in flames
The fool
Just canon fodder
The boy,
—his riches claimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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A fool
A rich father
A poor boy
A dream
The theater
Of experience
One whines
The other screams
The reckoning
Once predicted
Is here
The world in flames
The fool
Just canon fodder
The boy
  —his riches claimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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Peonies, lavenders, cherry trees
Clef romancing Pachelbel's Canon behind the emerald maze
Summer breeze Tudor breathe
Vavasour Anne, hail thy Lady!
Homecoming carrage drove by quiet road, thus awakens
Ghouls, spirits, elves, butterflies
Celebrating Hazlewood
For thy Lady hath returned....

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Mere repetition
With no meaning
As though romantically
Went on mechanically

It seems to be better than
A hypocritical canon
Wherein love corrodes
An atom bomb of lies explodes.

We no longer need this.
What remains is a mere kiss.
Why should the same jail-like cell
Continue like hell.
...

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The pace of belief,
Just tapped
whenever,
Counsels towards
focus,
But from the heart's
rut.

Lived over the
hills,
Now in the lamb's
court,
Justice to write
home about,
And no more
upstates.

Holds firm -
ransacked,
Canon of salvation,
And pasture of the
word,
That is why God
exists......

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w. Hekel Linton
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Premiered at Al's by the Sea,
Mont Clair, PA - 9/24/2021

THE BOOK OF GENESIS
THE BOOK OF EXODUS
THE BOOK OF NUMBERS
THE BOOK OF JUDGES
THE BOOK OF RUTH
THE BOOK OF KINGS
THE BOOK OF EZRA
THE BOOK OF ESTHER
THE BOOK OF JOB
THE BOOK OF PSALMS
THE BOOK OF PROVERBS
THE BOOK OF ADVERBS
THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS...

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I sat myself, by myself…..
Tired, tired of waiting.
Inside I sit like a potted cactus,
Gussied up for the pic.
Don’t know what possessed this dick.

The wide world’s outside
Ancestors pride, the mountains side,
the deserts dance;
yet, here I sit in cowboy? getup?

Like a potted cactus
Gussied up for the pic....

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Winter-spring canon 
Incensed along Jacob's Creek
Like watery angels thought less from clouds above
Canopies of light make soft their entrance
In clucking-pig-progging-and-a-yip-yip-yipping
A shuft-and-shushing of large glass doors
Round about our ways of going
Slipping on the wet pages of our
Winter-spring canon...

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Ragged notes of unsung sorrow
stretch toward the heavens
in undefined
agony

trails of symphony
aching for forgiveness
follow in pristine  pitch

night sky alive with 
unearthly splendor, eclipsing
moons, stars and planets
in its utter
purity

A canon in perfect D
floods my heart
in answer

I return ragged notes
in gratitude....

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Eyes panning down the lake
like sharpest Canon lens;
She captures all preys in sight~
Not a fastest swimmer,
not a fastest runner
Can flee from her big jaws
when hunger strikes tummy.


31 March 2022

Notes : Inspired by Joseph May's Pleiades Poetry Contest.
But this one isn't a Pleiades.
Reposted in response to Eve Roper's request....

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Hey Lord won't you let me
use my Canon EF
Its one of my collections best
with copal platinum  blades
shooting at 1/60 of a second
to stop camera shake
at focal length of  50mm,
setting my aperture on auto
ranging from F 4 to F11
vertical horizontal pictures galore
With stepped gears
you're supremely shutter priority
to last for years...

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What is in the garment of arrogance?
At the hem of the heart
The queen and a dance.

A build of the mind in part
Proud rape of honour
The buttocks and a little fart.

Oh! What a deface of colour
A riot...a great blemish
Circles of evils harbour.

Respect gradual diminish
A state of suicidal shame
Just started is the finish.

What great reward in submission
A canon shot for a vast elevation....

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The shift to vernal tone
starts a standoff with eyelashes.   
A sickle moon begins
harpooning the stars.


The unorthodox microlove
brings out a ciliated canon
of faithless interior. The gods
were going to become weary of snowfall.


Punctuating the silence, words
again scream, fly like eagles
in the valley of wounds. How far
the fire will go engulfing the untouchable ?



Satish Verma...

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