Short Concave Poems
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Wind howls
And storms lay siege
Beyond my reach
Wednesday will surely come
Preparations dissolve fear
Rooted in the aftermath
Tuesday 5/21/19
6:26pm
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
Why make everything complex
Complicate, replicate, concave, or convex?
I am a strong proponent of simplifying
If there’s a problem, it’s for rectifying!
written November 29, 2021
Stones of shape
inscribed with adages
and memories of lives spent.
Sinking lawn
mossy earth surrounding
damp and concave they allay forever.
Dark and deserted
ceasing age they linger
no one concerns to bother anymore.
Complex and Convex
His brain became concave and convex
And enough many people to perplex
What erupted had been endemic
Also it turned out to be systemic
Problems possessed became complex.
Does this sound either familiar or dissimilar?
Jim Horn
Douse me in sugar coated lies
Bind me with possessive ties
caress me with that bitter torment
I know your heart is sitting dormant
Kiss me with those poisonous lips
Embrace me with your lethal grip
Compel my mind to now concave
As you Love me deeply to the grave
Ferociously fought Footballer's in Fray
French storm did Italians fend off fairly
Materazzi muttered malicious mouthful
Zinedan Zidane zealous - headbutt was calous
Chest of foe concave became
Fell to pitch - victim o' Zidane
Red card issued - final curtain
Frenchies lose - Zidane for certain
Keep
Away from
Your concave mirror
Streaky, glassy identity
Faceless
©Drake J. Eszes
My 1st attempt in this form. I hope you all like. I read a description on what a Cinquain consists of from my dear pal, Nette Onclaud, on this form. I felt, why the hell not? So, I dabbled..."
the numbers
of age have
no meaning
when love is
using an abacus
she is minus
and i am plus
but meaning
nothing in
abstract geometry
to her concave
i'm convex in an
equation that
perhaps suggests
one can digest
the other or the
other the other
so so together
her youthful legs
rub off on me
Form:
In a caricature of life and all its ambitions,
he licked his salted paws and went into the funhouse.
There, he found new definitions and parameters
in the concave and convex exaggerations.
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Date: 28/08/2017
Ferociously fought Footballer's in Fray on Field,
Italian storm did French fend off fairly for a time;
Materazzi muttered malicious mouthful,
Zinedan Zidane zealous; headbutt callous
Chest of foe concave became
Fell to pitch, 'nother victim o' Zidane
Red card issued, final curtain
Frenchies lose, Zidane for certain.
Calm
Charcoal
Clouds
Creep,
Craft
Cryptic
Collage,
Concave
Canvas
Conceals
Calamity,
Captured
Catastrophe
Captive,
Celestial
Crayon
Colors
Curved
Corners
Crimson,
Chagrin
Cheered,
Contentment
Cajoled,
Cosmic
Celebration
Contained.
October 24, 2019
Contest : Tautogram Poem
Sponsor : Eve Roper
a bottle of red tea on the opposite end
while a television glows out and into the concave
space of horshoe-shaped tables made for twenty
blue chairs and white linen cloth
and the old man wih a long grey beard
sits alone among the decor of clean
and bare cloth and plastic sounds
of in-between game commentary
fill the void
Form:
By Parizo Van Thulare
Bitter or sweet
I'ts life after all
Cherry or chilly
I will find my all
Sunny or stormy
I will stand tall
If sloughy, I will crawl
Steeper or concave
I will find a way even if I fall
This too is temporarily
God ,I will answer when you call
I won't stop now
I accept my fate and all my flaws
silver is to dust
as love is to obstacles
written is to rust
as roaming comes to us
plausible and perceived,
as likely as me,
a room full of people
and an idea perceiving
cut 'er a stir and role in the dust!
there's a mighty shy snack waiting for us!
like tops on a tickle
whose minions are so fickle
that the roof caves in
as the concave plays in
On the concave canvas of the horizon grey
rainbow of dreams gleams love as transient arc of art,
in the clutch of the melting clouds it fades away,
gone with the rains washed colors of broken heart.
December 19, 2019
The stanza taken from Gone With The Flash Of Change
Contest : Arbitrium Divisa 5
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
I heard the ocean breaking on the shore
Great tumbling tides and tossing crests that flew;
Across this concave shell-form, and the roar
Of breakers, wind-crested along the blue.
I heard the notes of the receding waves
The sound of green moss, rounded by the sea,
A song lingering in the glassy caves
As music plays us like a melody.
(Late for Contest)
Throbbing, concave marks
adorn my skin—records of
your hunger, sated only by
the meat of
my body.
Though the pain is sweet—craved,
fulfilling—and my blood rushes
to provide you with drink,
my head—detached,
neglected—wanders.
Tell me, if the flesh fell away
like tender rib meat off of the bone—
would you still ache to sink your teeth
into the me
that remained?
Cut the papaya into pieces
The tree became slender
Throw away the lid of your wishes
Tear the police force asunder
It rose from the sea into lilies
The room opened all three windows
All around the restless willies
Cold hearth full of cinders
After blows up the red grenade
All it was a bowl concave
September 10, 2019
Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ironic Zink
Suite Elegance
So refined
Reused spiritual
Fines so
Soradic fluorescent
Are the waves of misshapen
Broken hearts concave
And alast Young Beauty scorn
Cherishes is the Dew drops
Of early Autumn mourns
So I reverence as I caress this somber presence I'm a Witnesses floral flower essence
Beauty my spiritual love
11/05/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Some 47 years ago my mother died
Not afraid to say I cried today yes I cried that day
Am I allowed to say I cried today
And sorrow and dismay
Tomorrow may prey
5 years ago cried again wife died
On the concave
Dismisses the fray
Don't feel sorry for me in any way
Is sadness I relay
Yes I cried today on that day I cried that day
5/11/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
For twenty six hours,
I avoided the websites like
a plague; stayed far away
from markers and pens
bits of crayon that are
lost somewhere in the
car’s trunk. I knew what my
fingers would write if
I let them, so I bent them into
concave shapes,
wrapped them carelessly
on a desk in front of me.
Trying to think without
being so darn reflective;
now my mind is full
of smudged letters
and broken phrases; that I
don't know how to be
less mental
anymore.
Through grains of sand tranquility flows
Random in order, angles repose
The mounds of time, etch the glass
So fine the stone, memories amassed
Chiseling and carving, concave to the bottom
The theory of physics, randomly quantum
Steadfastly pouring, ever so fast
Individual millions, to one they are cast
Inverse it to start over again
Each moment of life represented in sand
What once was last becomes the first
When hitting the bottom signifying rebirth
I don’t bow to money,
I don’t bow to fame
I kneel to that one thing,
that time cannot change
I don’t speak for ‘right,’
and won’t speak for ‘wrong’
My liege is the truth,
all court jesters gone
I don’t hope to be knighted,
my shield more concave
And rejecting all title,
the past still enslaved
My will lay unbroken,
my heart for a throne
A crown jeweled with memory,
—all scepters disowned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Big Sur Jade Cabochon
Broken from off underwater cliffs
Slowly pushed by tides and currents
Found by me during a low tide
While searching along Jade Cove
In Los Padres National Forest
Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs
The cut again into an octagon
The octagon grinds down to an oval
A flat surface down to concave
Grounded first with coarse wheels
Then again with finer wheels
Buffed and polished to a high sheen
With powdered sapphires
A new Big Sur Jade Cabochon