Short Connective Poems
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connective
lines
cross hatch
my
horizon:
nearby
a refrain
listless
nocturnes
of despair:
reminders
of
lost
expectations
Admit the flowers
Bouquet so brightly blossoms
Sweet fragrant odors
Honey bees suck connective
nectar in the midst of buds...
5/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
The lady who serves counter
at the bodega knows my weakness for dry sherry,
a wordless gentleness between knowing smiles.
There is this connective tissue,
of an inappropriate and unpromising kind
that tentatively links to a reckless longing
not just for dry sherry,
but to a secret accomplice
who serves counter at the bodega.
Faith is the tethered ball on the play park
Tiny, but effective
Serving its ultimate purpose day in and day out
Faith is the connective tissue
The bond that controls the domino effect
A gamble with the possibility of winning big
The ball bounces uncontrollably,
But has never met the likes of the bottom
Tiny but effective
Concentric constellations of cosmic
Consciousnesses catapult cuneiform
Cubi-calm charismatics, creating
Crystalline coloured corridors, casually
Camouflaged, commanding cyclic
Cryptic compassionate calling cards.
Center court conniptions calculate
Comparable crying connective
Cellular cumulative consolidations.
CAUTION!
CONTAINS CARING CONTENTS
A sacred connection, an unlikely pair
Those who were strangers to love, became familiar with its scent
A shocking revelation.....
A vibrant flame emerged from the smoke
Bound together in a world of separation
For, no outside interference can disrupt the chemistry
Kindness flows through those who are unaware of its existence
Connected by happiness, strengthened by pain
What we create we have tendency
to love – even our failures – nurturing
children representing a nation's moral decline –
Too often binding ourselves to the lesser
characteristics of human nature – ego
is a two-way street: it is the connective
tissue forming a cooperative society, while
also a path for degradation, presently
being trans-versed to divide and conquer
for Totalitarian Rule –
forgiveness of sins
deceptive
the never ending echos that SCREAMS TRUST
broken,and damages
a trust that bends the key of ones heart
a key that spreads with connective atom
an atom that builds before it explodes
a prayer to the lord
guilt that kills the heart
the stoppage, of life pouring out lies
open up your heart and forgive me
repent with your soul
bury the lies and rebuke any strings that spread pain
Form:
Bone-tired?
Your muscles get tired, actually
Well, perhaps it's the fascia
the connective tissue sheath
mainly collagen
beneath the skin
attaching or separating
the muscles
Chilled to the bone?
Not likely, fellow
unless you are emaciated
due to illness or famine or such
Otherwise, your bones
are probably still
body temperature, 98.6F
I imagine by now that
you've a bone to pick with me
Go ahead. I dare you to try that.
Strings
The night is still young
But by these strings I am strung,
Life is so guam
Constraints seem so long,
The puppet master controls me
As he tries to wear me down He tolls me,
He tries to wear me down
For His voice is in the near background,
Cut these connective wires
And sell them to the highest do buyer,
Free the marionette
Now singularity off are all bets,
It now today has worth
For It really has had Its new birth.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Heart broken and Spirit shaken we begin the long journey toward the
Awakening path to a lessening hurt embracing your forever lasting,
impassioned heart. The continuity of your aura renews in matter, sighs and slowly stirs. In that inevitable gathering of ancient futures through
timeless space, a cosmic gallery of connective sentient souls shall
effortlessly unfold creating a panoramic patchwork of beginningless energy
and loving light.
(Sequel to the poem, Sondown)