Short Converging(A) Poems

Jupiter and Mars
Are converging  together
Just as our two lives...

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The diverse beauty,

        converging into the most

            beautiful artform......

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I'm watching the red fire ants
Converging a synchronized dance
They take my dull mind
And then help remind
To look with more than just a glance...

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Converging lines
Dismembered and gliding
Into the point
×
Skipping blindly
Through time
×
Divide by
×
From coordinates undefined.
?
Pentagon inside
¦?¦?¦?¦?
Whatever you find is entirely your fault....

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differentiating breath sensations
left channel cool, right warm
converging between the eyebrows 
conjuring within, a bliss storm

meanwhile, random thoughts arise
as a white dove comes into view
oceanic waves replay their refrains 
the witness has no puzzles to sew...

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The poet in me
misses
The poet in you
Mountains look colder
The sky darkens
with your eyes
Another day I lost
In the converging confines
All the ordinary
engulfs
Even as I searched
Even as you searched
for changes
Shadows lengthen
And travel around you
You travel in me...

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The path between myself and the distant man 
                    00twists and turns. 

We are converging.  He has my hat and clothes, 
my exactly semblance.

The figure is waving, in greeting, 
                           or is it a warning?

Later I began to wonder 
          which of us made it home?...

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When you swell
your tender balloon
with the tense air
holding dense questions
Shall I be able to?
Think about the railway tracks
Parallel when near
Converging when distant
But eventually going closer
vanishes the intersection.
Be on the right track
Don't let the balloon burst
And say
I shall be able to....

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the end I warn you:
catharsis of bad things
that converging in blocks
form an antagonistic empire
your face will show everything
sad frown
but even that won't keep away
the phalanx spears
pointing victorious
for the ride of the hours
unbalancing fate
and paving the path of indifference
of what will survive...

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Observe the wind for it reveals,
the way low thoughts should lose their appeal…   
Converging air pressures giving precious life rain... 
These higher thoughts one should maintain…   
When this occurs with frequency, 
Fruitful seeds grow vigorously…   
Trust and know without disbelief...
Or you will have a garden of grief…...

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Foresight  written on 8/26/88 by Tammy Ann Rose Snyder

The blameless Foresight
	Of the night
		Began to grow forthwith

It crawled and crept
	Until I wept
		But never revealed it’s myth

I sought the comfort
	To cavort
		Inside my head so deep


Almost emerging
	Then clashing and converging
		I finally fell asleep...

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Serenaded silence
Under blushing sun
Swinging hands holding
Flowering love
Fledgling fingers 
Jousting to arrhythmic beats
Summer soliloquies
Too shy to fluently speak
Sweet somethings
Whispered in ticklish ears
Swirling sentiments
Searching to endear
Grown-up glances
Alternating until one
Longing lips converging
Under blushing sun...

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Alone in the dark
I did walk
on the outside looking in.
Wanting to fit in.
To find a place to call home.
Little did I know,
you walked the  same line.
Our paths parallel one to another.
One rainy summer morning
I threw a sharp curve
and our lives did converge.
Our paths no longer were two,
down one lane we did emerge
walking as one, united,...

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Brand-new backpacks, brand-new shoes;
Headbands topped with flowers.
Parents trying to enthuse
About the coming hours.

Photos taken, kisses swapped;
Pupils all converging.
Quick goodbyes as doors are propped;
Teachers gently urging.

Voices chatter, stairs are climbed;
First day jitters rising.
All of us once likewise primed
Should be sympathizing....

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AMOUR IN GLAMOUR
                                               
                          
                    Do you love me dear?
                My urge surging converging.
                  Romance to dance prance.
                 Bubbling blood flooding in gush.
                        Thirsty amour drinks desires.


  04/29/21

  Re-edited on 
     02/16/22...

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Suddenly it's Spring!
Flowers burst in bloom,
Scent of their perfume 
draws bees for supping.
It's a wondrous thing!

Birds converging,
Chicks emerging,  
New life abounds
amid sweet sounds.

Warm breeze blows
Sunlight glows
Green meadows

revive,
alive,

thrive.



March 6, 2021
Spring Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
*******************...

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Everyone you see is the main character of their own story
With their own plots and supporting casts 
Friends are just people with overlapping narratives 
That's why train cars are fascinating to me
The entangling of so many narrative threads 
So many people that i'll never see again
We are a series of rivers 
Thousands of tributaries flowing and converging 
For a single shining moment...

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Converging clouds morph
into mesmerizing shapes
then reconfigure.
Pleas I proffer sail through clouds
chaos and Covid to God.


July 2, 2020
entered in the Stand Completely New Poem Contest, 4


May 28, 2021
entered in the Bite-Size Poem 3 Contest       NA
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

December 30, 2021
entered in the Coronavirus (Covid-19) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori...

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Coursing thru space ensemble of sound
                    intermitten pulsing forms a beat
                          even in silence felt aloud
                                harmonious treat

                                 Structured count
                           coordinated movement
                    energy flows from distant fount
               converging keynotes emit amazement...

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mornings wakes the day
Morning comes and wakes the day
to new beginnings coming
refreshed enraptured in its way
we rise to face today

Receding changing flow
over head within the sky
through soaring joys in play 

Sea clouds converging
within the twilight's sun
mists of fog retreating 
brings the light we need

Found life’s wondering's 
in spoken hearts we stood
the tests of times did speak
moved within its progress forming...

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I am the star shot flare
born in heat and shrapnel
a screaming tunnel where 
landscapes blur and vector 
into breathless lines.

an arc of howling friction
riding the effervescent foam
of a burning star.

---trembling trajectory
---breakneck rattle

too-soon-too-soon

glint of the horizon
wailing vomit streaked sky
converging into the dawn

my momentum --- a breathless gasp
my life-- a ragged blur
My Flame
Lost-In-The-Light...

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Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
A velvety backdrop for rare diamond stars,
And nocturnal tunes all the nights of June,
Black opal night, converging on ruby Mars!

Black pearl night, flowering peace's dream,
Black diamond luster, far away from the day,
Obsidian night, with bold touches of cream,
Smooth and luxurious, and beauty's hideaway! 


Written on 8/25/2021
For: The Color Black Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke...

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Shifting Shadows sculpt ebony edges
Inscribing boundaries of light and dark.
Light contrasts with fragmented flowing forms,
Highlighting converging differences.
Out of chaos structure seemingly takes form,
Utilizing rays of a setting sun.
Etched upon the fringes of night and day,
Trees merge with backgrounds of liquid black as
Time pauses, almost standing still, while dusk
Erases Twilight's sullied silhouette....

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Glitters
So we wander,
with the enormity of the silent universe.
So we surrender,
to the disrupting lines of nature's verse.
Away we fly with the converging horizons,
aback it takes us like the flowing turf.
As the demons, we fly,
over the mighty heap of silvers.
we always have a chance,
but we barely can reach the silent rivers.
The flight to the hill,
brings a surge of strange Mesmer,
and indulged are we,
to the glimpses of glitters....

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The blue jays are converging, at the top of the garden wall,
Singing their new old songs, in the young days of summer,
And spell-casting sluggish heat, holds all in a dreamy thrall,
Until dazzling golden skies, have darkened to a rich umber.

The blue jays meet there daily, in a big conference of colors,
Warbling their joys and concerns, amongst the hued blooms,
While red butterflies attend other gatherings, at other hours,
In the lemony air of sunny days, redolent in spicy perfumes....

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