Short Completely Full Poems

I'm so completely full of rhyme
like a bad case of acne
I'm oozing all the time
forever poems are brewing
as awe and words combine
like a bad ass rash
burning something quite sublime





circa 2006...

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Sugar water
Coughed
No worm inside.
Frogs bellies are completely full.
Children ask for more.
Fiddle around some more.
Brushing off the tail.
Sweet slumber of heavy rain.
Sweet rain drips and drops.
Sugar water.




2-3-23, contest by Craig Cornish....

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I reach out my hand
into the empty space
which fills our world,
and grab the truth.
While I breathe deeply
from the hollow place
where substance lies
for the seeker.
My body is tense
yet ready to flow,
my lungs completely full,
as I ready myself
for what may come,
with the knowledge
that I am whole....

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The basin in the water fountain
Was completely full
With water and with pigeons,
Drawn there by a hot day’s pull.

I watched the birds all splashing,
Beaks and feathers soaking wet,
As they cooled themselves from mugginess,
Which isn’t over yet.

Nearby, a man played trumpet;
He was learning, that was clear,
Though the pigeons didn’t let
His muted bellows interfere....

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Can a tattoo leave a wake of suspicion
roving in my mind,
maybe I'm surrounded by phony people,
a deception of the human kind.

Wandering in rubbles of dreams,
after a long walk I sat,
the problem is not knowing
where I'm looking at.

When I look to the puddle,
imagery appears in the reflection,
and when I'm convinced that's reality,
I'm completely full of deception....

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I collect rocks, a favorite thing to do
One beach in Maine is completely full
I could sit for hours, sorting them through
These smooth rocks, the tide does pull
Some with designs, I cover with clear finish
I collect them, other places I go
Then they shine upon my every wish
Now so many, where memories flow
Some are painted, with scenes as well
A simple thing can mean this much
They all come with a special story to tell

Heidi Sands

10/2/19...

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This morning's succulent pregnancy
holds infinite possibilities of a 5 am kind--
ones that tickle the fancy
before ten thousand thoughts rush in.

Be embraced by the unspeakable
that tells all, says all, and more.

Be held in a thimble, completely full,
yet, never runs dry;
heavy, yet light to bear;
gold-embossed,
as grace's sweet tongue licks her lips.

Everything is gratitude and understanding--
at the deepest levels.
Just ask a ripe peach....

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Show You the Way

Isle of Man much history it is full of
Has often been called island of love
No matter where on or is your stance
Island is completely full of romance.

In between everywhere is well situated
When there will be enormously elated
If on enchanted island either close or far
Pretty people an added plus they all are.

God, great becoming island did make
So perfect and never made a mistake
Even if off course or may be astray
To Isle of Man God will show you the way....

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A hug for you, should you accept
with arms held out to view.
To squeeze my way around your waist
and hold as others do.

To feel your warmth inside and out
as speechless as I feel.
And hold my breath to keep it going
should that make it more real.

I must let go to growing weak.
Your hug completely full.
Releasing you has brought me comfort
that each of us must pull.

And now to smile and break away.
My love for you apart.
To memorize our being joined,
in each of us a heart....

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