Short Canvassed Poems
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A bright sunny day...
Naked tree branches glowing...
Ground-snow reflecting...
What a deceiving cold day
Juxtaposed nature canvassed!
A thousand jewels tumble from sunlit Heavens,
betwixt them a Creator's canvassed covenant.
Gentle revelation, another miracle of life - witnessed.
Form:
war in black and white
canvassed stretched pigmentation
a thing of beauty
***
Life …
changes color
when twilight returns
Darkness
a palette
remixing your doubt
Stars
a backdrop
canvassed with unknowing
Rainbows
left truant
—moon shadows about
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Asleep on a pile of hay
my dreams are waiting for the day
when summer relinquishes her ray
to a re-canvassed season of red clay ;
Burgundy leaves in the wind sway,
as September returns like a Jay
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Happiness, I have immortalized you inside the sun
like my childhood days you are crystallized deep
within my memory, a butterfly inside an orange hue
more precious than yesterday;
Your dusted wings of canvassed gold
are the reason I cans still fly today.
By Mystic Rose
The purple moment of the canvassed dome
Pink pastel orgies like Miami in the eighties
A figure sits insignificantly on the periphery
To be of her dream is to need to be seen
In the drunken painter's delusion
If she weren't so high there'd be no coral sky
To chart our own dreams by
August 9, 2018
IN AN AWARENESS CASE OF WAR
Murder is a crime,
Unless it’s in war;
Then it’s all legal:
The death penalty
For the innocent:-
Our reality,
Is not of heaven:-
Wars have no angels;
Only its demons:
Scavengers of peace:-
Oh, let’s be of faith,
Laboring in love;
God is on our side,
And has canvassed hope:
Armageddon:-
In the womb of night
I sit here gazing out
And up at the waxing
Moon reflecting growing
Fulfillment of my faith's
Holy answered prayers:-
What a bright night cosmic
Celestial canvassing
Of reality's coming liberation:
To God be the glory
For the amazing grace overflowing
Into my eyes' sacred cistern
Of heavenly awareness:-
A FAITH-BASED PERSPECTIVE
OF WAR AND ITS DESTINY
Murder is a crime
Unless it’s in war;
Then it’s all legal:
A death penalty
For the innocent:-
Our reality,
Is not of heaven;
Wars have no angels:
Only its demons;
Scavengers of peace:-
Yet, let’s be of faith,
Laboring in love
God is on our side,
And has canvassed hope:
ARMAGEDDON:-
crossing over…
her chilled breath
caressed my cheeks
no reddening here
just a darker ebony hue
the color collage
of foliage
canvassed my eyes
falling rainbow tears
dripping to nourish
mother earth
matting
her joseph’s coat
reflected by scattered rays
peeping through shuttered skies
the bridge over the river of change
is indeed a delightful crossing
Summer moon over Glasgow
Driving down the M8
20 degrees shows on the dashboard
Who cares if I get home late.
The ball of orange hangs in the sky
Looks bigger this time of night
Hovers above the Glesga high rise
And reflects in the River Clyde.
Though the moon begins to rise
The canvassed sky is still bright
The painted picture shows how God smiles
At half ten in the summer night.
Her face is not symmetrical
Her left eye is slightly lower then her right
Canvassed smile lines show her age
Vague, sparse freckles adorn her face
Her character is as pure as the morning light
She stands in the hall like a fragile flame
Her sweet voice floats like a dandelion in the breeze
Her shadow chills me as she glides past
My imperfect bundle of perfection
My flawed diamond
My fading star
I step up
the open door awaits
sights appear in front
canvassed blue is what I see..
Into it .. I jump..
and drop
spearing
spiraling
careering
head first
into the unknown
trekking down
at blistering speeds
Where I wake up..
and spread my arms,
birthing wings
with sturdy legs
as my quest begins
and I am full of wonder..
for the moment comes,
the clock ticks,
and like a bird,
I begin to fly.