Short Conjures Poems
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Today I dropped words
between cracks in the pavement:
half-written screenplays.
My muse, a cappuccino,
conjures romance while I sip.
Moonlight conjures images;
Archetypes parade across,
The minds movie screen, to guide
Dreamers to secrets.
a snarled subconscious
conjures cumulus demons…
waking in wreckage
Haiku 102
10 Feb 2016
the sacral zone
conjoined with the all
conjures a bliss squall
no node is alone
in this play of delight
as pulsations rise
each touch a surprise
renewing day and night
reprise
of red planet’s
earthrise
abode
of astronaut’s ~
cock crowed
absurd
her thumb conjures
woke bird
4/1/2021
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Lunatic
The mind is such a terrorist
It won t allow you to forget
And conjures up things that
Aren’t real and loops them over
And over again and again
There is no cure for CRAZY
The word “yes” conjures up a great big smile
Can't really help it at least for a while
So keep it going
Keep it growing
Till all those around are rolling in the aisles
This old mind works in very strange ways
Conjures up images of me doing the plié
So graceful and sweet
So light on my feet
An overweight Baryshnikov, not as graceful some say
Kentucky conjures up wide open spaces
Horses and cowboys and a land so spacious
Cowgirls riding rough
Roping cattle in the buff
The cattle, not the cowgirls, who are much more vivacious
Her face, once pale and sweet as honeysuckle,
now conjures forth ghosts and emptiness
her voice, once a choir of bells and angels,
now scratches at my soul like witches’ nails.
What happened?
I am vexed.
conjures up images
demonstrative
like raping the earth,
women and the world
stripping all things
human bare
but no
subtlety will seduce
your senses like
slowly boiling a frog
you'll come
awake in Hades.
Cancer is the ugliest word in the English language
Trust me, no other word conjures up so much sufferage
Most results concur
But can be blurred
Surely cancer tops them all, it's brutally savage
This old mind works in very strange ways
Conjures up images of me doing a plié
So graceful and sweet
So light on my feet
An overweight Baryshnikov, not as graceful some say
© Jack Ellison 2016
At night, my friend,
the whispering wind,
as I lay still in bed,
puts thoughts in my head.
In the disappearing light,
he conjures pleasing sights.
In the cool, dark above,
I see my lady love.
Oh my, what a tease -
you, the whispering breeze.
In the tidy confines
of a cluttered mind
rests the timid notion
that lines taunt human
flaws foreign to the
forces nature conjures
in graceful arcs and
orbits, waves of ripe
marrow rippling with
stippled energies
ever-coursing from
all bounding cells.
Do not wait
The next heartbeat
Maybe too late
The time is now
To plunge in within
Bliss rise allow
The vast universe
Conjures a rhythm
Becoming our verse
Sans ego ploy
Reclaim inner light
Oh what joy
All that is
Is a dream
Leading to bliss
Just lines to be read
Lifted from a page
It's then I am free
It's then I can be
Anyone, anybody
Or just not me
Self concious, aware
Let mellow to bare
What conjures below
Rises to the air
A place in make believe
A place to become...
To be what u want it to be....
capsuled in this organic form
in the matrix of space and time
to throb of bliss beats we conform
which conjures a beauteous rhyme
life’s dance in ultra slow motion
unfolds petals of heart in bloom
we are the wave and the ocean
feeling within bliss rapture zoom
There are two ways to exhume the ego;
the first being prayerful surrender,
the second inquiring and letting go,
that we feel within rise of bliss thunder.
That ego manifests is a wonder,
caging the light of Self in feeble form,
till grace conjures within a benign storm.
upper rib cage below jugular notch
along the central axis of our form
a node glistens which we patiently watch
whilst enraptured in divine currents warm
as kundalini conjures a bliss storm
delight’s unbound as pheromones mingle
whence poised in peace our eye becomes single
delicate gauzy organza sheers
window dressing dancing in the bedroom
blown gently by forced air heat
piped in by silver register on floor
moving softly in a sensuous way
erotic dance of cosmic feelings
my wide awake eyes
overwhelmed by imagination
conjures up a dancing ghost
Here by the bend
The road feels strange,
A surge can end
In awkward change.
I glimpse odd sights
That fashion proof,
Do I see right
In light of truth?
A certain blur
Conjures loose wit,
A certain slur
Can strangle fit.
Leon Enriquez
17 December 2017
Singapore
Tears in the corners of my eyes
capture her image late at night.
She chooses the lens grief supplies:
tears in the corners of my eyes.
Grief conjures her to hush my cries,
and calm anxieties and fright.
Tears in the corners of my eyes;
capture her image late at night.
The pace is fast
Everybody is in a puff
Putting harsh words
Exchanging unfriendly swords
Trying to hurt each other
Not realising the victim in part
None other than oneself
The pain is inflicted
Inflicting wounds and new injuries
Endlessly it conjures
A new day begins
New pain regains
A hazy full moon sighs
As poets search
For her beauty
Lose it in
Syllabic paralysis
Stuttered
Alliteration
Conjures up images
Stolen
From magazine covers
A barn owl
Cherishes
Her shadows
Wolf eyes
Reflect her gaze
A silent lake
Swallows her
Apparition
As frogs
Recite
Her poetry