Short Corridors Poems
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Take away painsong
Let hate be planter of lovesong
Walking down hazy surreal corridors of blue sublime
I let destiny’s hand
Guide my heart.
winter's venom bites on autumn days
racist rogue stands on its podium
vehemently attacks with insult
9/24/2017
Walking blind through the corridors
of his imagination
All vision was fleeting
—the truth beyond
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Memories and thoughts haunt me
Through the dark corridors of my mind
Forever with me
Patiently waiting for the right time
To take over
Life has become small
with age and the pall of death
discoloring once vibrant
joy, and old laughter
echoes down the corridors,
fading fast into shadows.
Dreams
visions
perceptions
from the corridors
of the mind a picture
takes shape, a story ensues
in the elusive world of dreams
How much is enough
When trying to reference
Power and Money
Is it ?
To infinity and beyond
Or rather to the corridors of power
And the ear of the man
A surreal thought:
Sonorous corridors are murmurous minds.
An arcane thought:
Gorgeous means dazzling
but sounds unrefined.
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In the face of love,
Dark days are lighted,
Misty corridors are traversed,
In the face of love,
The eyes see beyond the horizon,
The glow of hope permeates.
July 6, 2023.
Lost in thought, drifting away,
Navigating through the corridors of silence
~
6-1-18
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Music soothes the savage poet in me; it naturally inspires.
It soothes my rogue artist, so truths I can impart.
Every day my musical journey, tours corridors of mind.
In Biden's corridors of power, silence veils the past
A dance with shadows, as grievances amassed
While some are judged by words that sting
Joe finds comfort in a bigoted ring
© daniel miltz
Empty things-
Empty rooms-filled with things-
Empty vases-empty jars
Empty seats-
Cupboards that are bare-
Corridors-in my mind-
Long and narrow-alone I stare-
Vacant land -
You once – were there!
17/11/92
During the cold empty
corridors of silence
where mind and thoughts
are free to roam
undisturbed by life's
din and clutter
I am at one with myself
again and in quiet contemplation
alone.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.
Form:
lushness of seasons
come with motions of the sun
down time's corridors
bees hum and birds sing
among vivid teeming life
petals on the breeze
sunrise sunset days
all based on quantum magic
God is everywhere
Let us go, hahaa!
Let us resist, hahaa!
Let them go, hahaa!
They must quilt, hahaa!
In the streets of Kisumu, uuwii!
In the corridors of the Capital,uuwii!
In Bungoma and Kisii, Uuwii!
Mombasa in the city, uuwii!
There's holiness on Christmas Eve
whether snow does fall or warmth may call
It's a special time, when Sanctity
enters -- not majestically
but silently, moccasined
~ through night's corridors and halls
Are we strangers now?
With memories neither of us can let go
And smiles we know
Were never really true
As we walk past each other
In empty corridors
I wonder
Will you ever
Realize
My eyes still linger on you.
Stormy lives lived, their
whirling vicissitudes
tease our windy passions
imagery strewn
'long corridors else hollowed
by whores and addicts, why?
rages the storm, tempting
deep within, reflects the sky
Wanderd corridors
of lighted rooms
Rutted and trailed
over years of steps,
Leading and led,
Seeing and fed,
Noting the moving things,
Hearing the rooster rings,
Familar faces
In roving places
Waiting our next touch.
curl up like black paper
burning like a moth;
a glove turned inside out;
trapped too under a house;
a circle hidden and musty;
fragile under steps,
let us escape the carrying;
legions of white coats,
corridors as long as life.
she walks these corridors that we know, bleeding to death unbeknown
physically or mentally i do not know
but behind her elegance's i know she is in pain
so stop strutting in those six inch heels sun and rain
And allow someone to help you refrain
Deeply etched crystal doors
Stone arched mansion corridors
Family members country estates
Hounds skittering on marble slate
Clinging intoxicating rose perfume
Stirringly beautiful graceful redhead
Read invitation wide eyes little smile
Self interest abandons us all
Politicians on the make
shades of muddied truth
flicker like worm casts
Information over lorded,
lingering secret conversations
in dusty corridors
The consequences need no mentioning
The reasons I can no longer comprehend
it is so early that birds are not chirping
sleep is evasive, dreams nonexistent
I am bathed in darkness, dressed in coldness
thoughts are heavy, speeding down congested corridors
will it always be this way?
weariness plagues me
my mind betrays
my heart weeps