Short Consign Poems
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the missed sign
to the pages of history we might have to consign
so many potential consequences
some immaterial, others over fences.
Girl you'll be mine,
I consign this
Divine design.
Please don’t refuse,
It's no use, you’re
The muse I choose.
You turn away;
my dismay, girl
please stay I pray.
Drink a beer, shed a tear, tremble in fear
For the good ‘ole US of A, my dear
Will Mamdani save us all
Or consign us to free fall
Lenin and Stalin both ready to cheer
It pulls all light into its darkness,
alleviating pain,endless.
ones fall into abyss ,that swallows blight,
thought that set life alight.
Shields the mind from cruel affliction,
to consign the alienation,
it pulls into abyss of illusion.
Mine is the pen assigned to write wit
Woe to the reader who doesn’t get it
Every line requires his intense concentration
~ else fates consign him to forever's frustration
Up in the night's sky the nuclei fly to defy
what logic and common sense can't deny
is madness personified in war and gore;
yet can't quite consign to nevermore—
mushroom cloud looms doom
human genius in full bloom—
nothing left to tend
If I were your love and you, mine,
a perfect life would come to mind,
a song of love so true and fine!
If I were your love and you, mine.
My heart to you I would consign!
We’d build a life to last and bind!
If I were your love and you, mine,
a perfect life would come to mind.
An everlasting love is hard to find.
That kind of love makes you blind.
Your mind races against opined.
It has the heart twined in a bind.
You might consign to unrefined notions.
So be shined before being dined.
Make sure the everlasting love is
combined with an everlasting dove.
Form:
Cropping the picture, now perfect
Consign bad vibes to bin
No accident, as all suspect
Yet surely not a sin
We need not trauma bond
Cord cutting, magic wand
Sit with those, of who fond
Ugliness rupture
Cropping the picture
09-September-2021
Quietus
Chickens we consign to coops
Pigs we pack into pens
Horses we corral in a stable
Cows we stick in a shed
Our children play in spacious playpens
at night, like roses, they sleep in a bed
Yet animals have fun, they feed and frolic
~ while asthmatic youngsters develop colic
I am smart,
but my ingenuity
is confined to a
dark vacuum.
I render your analogue
brains largely redundant,
and I consign your scientific
prowess to infinite abeyance.
I serve you relentlessly
because your indolence
makes me indispensable.
Deify me if you will.
And when I am birthed,
I rip you off
and decimate your
scarce fortunes.
A view of Dresden By Moonlight
~Johan Christian Dahl, 1839
Does Luna hold secrets,
does she hold mine;
does she hold regrets,
or to memory consign?
Steadfast she still climbs
though space and time
always keeping the rhyme
of an ancient design.
Water below reflects light
in celestial duet,
without music
without pain.
I live not in vain
I unleash my pain
Now I discern plain
I feel how I feel
A clash of odd will
Beyond my own thrill
I know the strange tact
I pledge my sure act
I consign my fact
I do not feel much
Of a freezing touch
That weathers fate much
I try my best here
I seek my own spheres
I fall upon cheer
Leon Enriquez
27 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
As if the planets were about to align
As if someone planted a great big sign
There is something I must consign
There is something I must resign
It is the hair that flows along your neckline
It is the curves of your waistline
Everything is so divine
I can not refine
Your lips I must headline
Are as sweet as a fine wine
Now one last thing I must incline
Is would you be my valentine
'The Pianist and the Senorita'
Of tobacco and perfume was her scent,
She of beauty without relent,
She of soul full-blooded,
In body and spirit,
My immortal beloved.
For her I compose
Sonatas and nocturnos,
In the hope my strings and hers will entwine,
So that my heart I may consign
To her, the Spanish seductress, comely by design.
If you and i are both willing
To thow all that we have to give
into the centre of the machine
spinning us apart
Then just maybe when all our
dirty sheets and laundry has
been aired and dried out
We can see if the stains have left
and gone and salvage what remains
And are willing to begin all over again
on clean new fresh bedding
And forevermore consign the past
to bed
This firing down, some pestilence consign
does mitigate my virtue with design,
not far away, I miss your salt's excel,
your truth at feelings, ridden with expel!
Do love you more while hidden with repel,
my sheathing tight, an object placed to fool
that hunter of my soul ~ Thy love's compel
does bring to life this decoy from faith's hell!
. . . And carries me to righteous wing's refuel!
PETAL GIRL
I dial your number
in the depth of sleep
hands on my clock
move
hands on your body
move
flowers in your
mouth
flowers in your
thighs
always in the garden
of you
is the flower
of your mind
others bend
but you..
you pluck at
my petals
consign them to
your whims..
she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she loves me
not
© Kim van Breda—August 2015
The inconsistencies ~ life, death's enforce
as love's immortal framework spans divorce,
this rabid intercession teams remorse
from closeting my feelings, my discourse!
In apprehension's daydreams, I consign
emotional will's esteem as so refine,
and buckle my engender, nary's twine
indigenous, the urge to seek divine!
A passion for the arts, love's closest mind
is pallid by all else . . . all else confined!
I fear I have little time
I've lost all that is mine
From this world I will soon resign
I'm afraid the stars just didn't align
Setup for failure by design
I was always out of line
All I loved will confine
itself into a restrictive fine
Nowhere to recline
Nothing to enshrine
Watch it continue to decline
Because it's no longer mine to define
I fear I have no time
In this world we've been forced to consign
Charities in search of cash
Send envelopes with pleas
And sometimes little gifts in hopes
My giving gene they’ll squeeze.
Most often it’s a sheet or two
Of labels with my name
And street address, but in addition,
Bookmarks sometimes came.
I use the labels less and less
As bills are paid online
And bookmarks to the pile
Of things passé I must consign.
Enticements might encourage
A donation, that is true,
But what once worked no longer is
Appealing to accrue.
Sense of touch enables soul’s aliveness
Myriad forms thrive within space-time
Each having roots in That Oneness
God in-dwells us all, as love sublime
He speaks to us as voice of conscience
In the void of stillness, we hark His chime
All souls are born free as pristine innocence
Purity soiled by instinctive fear and desire
Shrouding innate divine luminescence
Oh hermit, if we wish to rise higher ~
Consign ego to the funeral pyre
05-May-2022
As interruption wanes with cares of how
a promise then, I have by Godly vow,
an ever more to strengthen thee enow
so strengthening, I grip my cause, escrow.
A boycott of derange, I pray to space
my legacy from thine, this being case,
until in mastery's time, I play thy face
adjourning nearer mine, in Godly praise.
Is dearer, solemn, fine - a private grace
that blesses homage' line, my own to trace.
As God denotes divine, to so replace
all emptiness' consign - with loving based!