Short Compiling Poems
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Coalescent compromises confound
Complimentary conundrums creating
Criminal cranial collapses compiling
Complete catastrophic complications.
Caution-------Cafe Cacophony closed.
Hopeless is the heart
That does so impart
Invoking the emotion, no devotion
Just the testament upstarts
Self daunting in denial compiling
Hopeless heart is Hope in Christ
There's hope in Christ
9/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Limericks not rude
Can I write a limerick not rude
Deep down I'm really a prude
limerick is done
compiling was fun
Oops! Been writing whilst I am nude
I Can
A gentle young Austrian fellow
Played both piano and cello
both instruments antique
his talent unique
Produced tones so calming and mellow
moving clouds in the sky
are Angels, transport jets
Angels come in huge numbers
on regular field work tour
examining and taking photos
compiling summarized data
of humans at work on earth
to submit to the Creator
before another workforce is
released through the wombs
of women chosen to conceive
a battalion of human resource
to replace the dead and lazy
Don't be fooled by the smile of a crocodile
Who appears to be happy to meet you.
For though his grin is beguiling,
In his head he's compiling
Various ways he is planning to eat you.
A croc's disposition is hard to predict,
It's quixotic and largely a moot case.
The main thing he most often worries about,
And what keeps him for poachers upon the lookout,
Is becoming a handbag or suitcase.
Malicious brigand of thought
Shadow dancing about
Times dark mastermind
Of sand felled memory
No deliberation granted
On the adequacy of crime
Here the confidence breaks
The vibrant glow dulls
This slow compiling of theft
His character torn away
The sum of his being lessened
Accomplishments sponged away
Slowly losing earned identity
Burning one chapter every day
A life story without its voice
One of his favorite moments
in all the memories he’s compiling
is when he walks in the early morning
and it seems, to him, the moon is smiling.
He’s amazed how the moon’s smile
from way up there in space
can travel in an instant
and land upon his face.
He believes there’s something magical
in the way the moon shares her smile with such ease…
and for the rest of the day he’s inspired to share that smile
with everyone he sees.
Graveyard of thoughts awakening
Reminiscent in shadows of yesteryear
Elusive like these dreams tempting me
As if i were to follow them through their enigma
Towards the echoes of night's faint beat
Every pulse moves you closer to me
Shadowing the existence of mind's thoughts
Compiling them from your soul's lyric
Amidst the whispered words of this arcana
Prompting me to follow in the abyss of sleep
Escaping these dreams i no longer foresee
*acrostic & anacrostic
Amazing buildup of affection,
She is an iconic vigour,
Fights with society
To affirm her existence
In this bitter world.
Owns the wings of courage,
Aspires to touch the horizon,
Smashes stereotypes,
Eludes the cage of suffocation.
Compiling memoirs of ordeals,
Blazes her woes away,
Reflects a gracious smile,
And utters words in appraisal.
Illustrates a glorious extent,
Prompting decisive impulses,
Attempts to fortify her pals
Towards their prospects.
Crazed commotion commercialized
Addictive actions appraised
Watching wearily waiting
Glances, glimpses gazed
Cell phone checked consistently
No new numbers needing names
Conniving, covetous and creative
Greedy gigantic game
Where, who and what?
Questions queenly quailed
Answers acquiring accuracy
For a fearing fortress failed
Captured confidence compiling
Suspicions a soaring social sight
Distrusting defiant diligence
Readily rehearsing rights
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Poetic heart
Not for the wealth making profession
Poetic breath
Not for the luxurious life spending profession
Poetic life
Not for the revengeful constitution compiling profession
Here
In these words
Silently poet lives
All thoughts, spoken or unspoken
The true mighty foods
Poet cultivate these by pen and paper
Poetic cultivation
For the ecstatic esoteric life
Where poet lives long
Poet not for profession
Poet for world peace vision
-January 19,2020 Chattogram