Short Ceding Poems

I love mornings when the moon
realizing the evening is not quite done
lingers a little longer in the sky 
before ceding the heavens to the sun....

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alighting
bees
ceding
deeply
easily
foraging
garnishing
homesteads
into
joyous
kilns
lithely
moving
nourishment
over
parading
queen
routinely
screening
their
unborn
valiantly
weaning
xiphoid
young
zygotes...

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He gave himself over
ceding all control
sharing his deepest
darkest secrets
his financial dealings
his real estate empire
even his past romances
with his new wife?
-- No, not with her
with his adult children?
-- No, not with them
with Bernie Madoff...

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I stand before You
Man, the crown of creation
a speck in the cosmos, if that...

i bow before You
ceding my will
to do Yours

i pray before You
my words straining
to be heard...

I retreat from You
go forth into the world
strengthened by Your touch...

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That gift of reason
has led me
some would say astray
for I see faith in fable
as ceding response
ability
fundamentalism
indoctrination of ignorance
indelibly 
bliss of all bliss while
I submit
to this glorious sky
waiting for bliss to
fly by
for I see bliss as fleeting
on a falcon's wing....

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Breathing stigma
a failed answer brings
an avalanche of questions.

Milk and cereals
were abandoned
ceding the hunger.

The inside war
was reflecting in the
contour of eyes.

A hypergraphia was
making a genius out
of rags.

Burn my candle, burn,
out of the dark
a pierced art was becoming a miracle.



Satish Verma...

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There where the sun is on the field
I walk aside its wheaten yield,              
pathway strewn with golden ceding        
  of some growth beholden, deeding
violent gales to cast to earth
too soon to consummate rebirth,
some sterile grains of bread of life
beneath my feet a sacrifice. 

Small death among the congregate
that feeds to us the common fate....

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Torn…
(unfinished)

To want another
The price to pay
Tangled control
Torturous toll

Shedding solace
The price to pay
Uneasy soul
Playing my role

In needing another
The price to pay
Uncertain outcome
Tight as a drum

Giving my word
The price to pay
Denied desire
Avoiding the fire

Ceding myself
The price to pay
Resolved defeat
A lonely street

Rlm ‘09...

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Eighty-four pounds at age 27
An illness nearly claimed my life
The doctor said, “You have an option” 
But the choice was one that cut like a knife
No man would want me for a wife

“Pray for a miracle; linger in pain
Or negate any chance of having children”
My husband had died, my hope long since drained
In a sense I already felt barren
To live painlessly, I gave in


*June 23, 2014...

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Leaky Poets
dripping Prose
Words secreted
left unchose

Wanton memories
twisted lies
Moment’s bartered
naked I’s

Love on steroids
feelings burn
Swelling heartache
pages turn

New tomorrow
old reprise
Armageddon
death’s surprise

One more time
into the breach
Last wave ceding
from the beach

Leaky Poets
undisclosed
One word answer
—no one knows

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)...

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Purple smile
Of mauve evening
Kisses
Magenta sky,

Arousing passions
On hushed arc,
Courting
Evenfall.

Sun dips
In ocean,
Ceding to
Moon’s quixotic reign.

Bird songs romanticize
Night’s
Rendezvous with stars.

May 15, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 17- Yalto- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Lines 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5
Placed 3rd: Brian's Choice N Contest
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Host of Infinity
Guardian of secrecy
Gently ceding gateway

Uncharted oceans vessel 
Sailing from ambiguity to concreteness
Symphony of numberless truths

Supreme revealer of the unknown
Rewarding those holding the posture
Correcting the stare and fine-tuning criterion

Wizard who breaks the spell 
Cast on by false conscience
And its obstinate madness

Enhance my senses with your aroma
And take in your wings to pleroma...

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My Heart Bleeds Tears 
By Jim Campbell


My heart bleeds tears
For the voices 
I can no longer hear
For the hands I can
No longer hold
My eyes cry
Like a river
That tears through
The land
Never ending
Never ceding
Washing away my heart
I watch as your essence  
flows away
The memories 
The joys
In my mind still stay
Yet the thoughts
Of never seeing you
Come washing in
As do the fears
That are always here
And then 
My heart bleeds tears….....

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Late the night
and silent. A
blue-white slice of
August's last quarter
moon shines clear,
and glides silently the arc
of its celestial
course, alone.

It shares, like a mirror,
only frail, reflective light.
Provoking questions
without ceding answers.
Drifting, distant, and aloof.
Ages old sage or
nocturnal jester?
Men and time
consider your
purpose and are
eternally answered
with your 
face's silent
"ooooooooooooooooo."

                Sage Moon
                8-7-15...

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