Short Contact Poems
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From left
To right
Reads the spectrum dial,
There is
A bright line, but
We need more bandwidth
To contact the stars
STARING CONTEST
challenge of silence
one turns blue with guffaw cheeks
eye contact shatters
7/16/2017
senryu form
For the longest of time
Thought we were it
We now await the contact
A colossal fellowship
be not afraid
do not let death
dig your own
grave and thus
without a
long term contact
that death be brave
calloused hands touch me
icy feeling like winter
from his fingertips
I shiver from the contact
and plead for spring rain
I have
a thought
about an allergic love
who knows
if you had once
as you claimt
you will surely contact it
to allergic.
one on one contact
binocular inspection —
a natural love
2/24/2019
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
the warmth of human contact
in gestures of love-
inspirations from above
See an example that inspires @ Luke 7:38 & 46/47
as i walk by
i could eye to eye
contact
they were back to back
saying this
you couldn't miss
all you herd
it was a
WAR OF WORDS
Form:
Sometimes I think the surest sign that
life exists elsewhere in the universe
is that none of it has tried to contact us.
new class
it was a gas
meeting someone knew
my mind flew
as I sit my paces
faces face
without debate
with my
EYE CONTACT
CLASS MATE
I'm stuck on this sidewalk alone
I can't contact god with no phone
Confusing religion
No carrier pigeon
Why doesn't god send down a drone?
There is hypocrisy everywhere
Does anybody care?
Where the windows glare
If I can’t visually
Take a stare
Then what left is there to take?
self-isolation
surviving need to exist
craving contact hugs
4/7/2020
'Quarantine Poems ' Contest Info
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
By definition physical contact
To a lonely soul a touch is everything
From my life to your life
A channel of an over whelming energy
Powered by love
Form:
i was on the train
i could my sex rain
i looked around
it was a stare down
it was a fact eye to eye contact
we both got so wet
it was
EYE TO EYE SEX
who would have thought that
poetry a contact sport
Walt Whitman chagrined
we got on
the train move alone
both had cell phone
it was sack
we made eye contact
than it began to rain
the looks got us hook
tho we were
STRANGER ON THE TRAIN
The cult of chemical’s kitchen counter
Is covered in coptic cants, cures and curses.
It’s a case of cuckoos cooking karma
In a capsule of cold, carnal candy.
Luciferin in
abdomen of
glowworm with
air -contact
forms warm glow .
fireflies fly
without fire.
Hello!
I mean,
Don’t make eye contact.
Control your tone.
Don’t look too happy.
But don’t look sad.
Wave?
Scratch that.
Just smile and don’t say a thing.
we met on a boat
as it float
we got eye to eye
contact
thats a fact
you look like a anger
from a manger
i remember it was not monday
we were
STRANGER ON A SUNDAY
Form:
This morning I'm ringing Bellevue, Belle
Because my Soup Mail to you fell
Into a category called 'Blocked,' what the hell
So, the fastest way to contact me is ~ yell
My man just ruthlessly
sordid and truthfully
touched base and youthfully.
Reckon I'll sleep some tonight.
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meanwhile my cat's gettin' down on it, go figure
Basketball's considered a 'contact sport'
Football is a 'sport of collision'
Hunting animals 'for sport'
~ purely derision