Short Criss Cross Poems

Mummified zombies
Criss-cross the skies in frightful
Flight seeking stray blood....

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the tree roots
criss-cross the brown earth--
skinned knees

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Glass
prisms
criss-cross the
cold expansive
sea.


Ekphrasis after Sailboats by Feininger...

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veiling the moon
cocaine lines
criss-cross blue sky
intoxicating
like a silent death-
howling winds cry....

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Variegated azaleas, long brown stems,
  criss-crossed in a tall glass vase.
    Such a rush!  I planted that bush....

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Beams criss-cross Infinity's skies
    powerful telescopes, like trillions of eyes

  Seeking signs of intelligent life ~
    Pray, friends, it won't cause us strife...

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An action has been made
without much thought given into it.
It seems right, but feels wrong
nothing but regrets later on.

Mending a broken heart
with a thick needle, criss-cross stitches.
Decisions on a whim,
nothing but regrets later on....

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Criss-Cross Acrostic*: Ai My Eye !

I  Was  Saw  Eye

Eye  Saw  Was  I

Eye  Was  Saw  I

I  Saw  Was  Eye


   *Construe as “words”  not as “letters”:
Lines 1 and 3 read alike reversed;
Lines 2 and 4 read alike reversed;
likewise vertically and diagonally
   from up-down or down-up mode.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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They guard lost gardens
Criss-cross forgotten rivers of solitude
All future seasons they rotate
Absolving rage with mute and gentle grace
Sweet angels
Blind to reason they spark rainbows
random, silent arcs that transform space.

They are constant, strange, eternal,
the very breath, and brain of God.

Suzanne Delaney...

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Galactic fantastic how I cry
Whilst I criss cross the diamonds in the sky
I tend to paint it ghostly white 
Flying the non fly zone 
With fuel or fight 
A mission to another universe's earth
Another galactic fantastic birth
Would you inexplicably go 
Or stay on this planet all alone!


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Suzie's criss cross was for her bow because she always got caught
 Right hand over left hand was something she couldn't understand
 No matter how many times the string crossed her hand
 The poor dear lady would hit the target not..
 After shooting her dad there in the brow
 An incident that really made him scowl
 One dear man felt sorry for her cause
 He looked around and he made a browses...

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You telling me this
You telling me that.
Let me sit back and let you in on a fact.

I saw you with a guy that wasn't me
Kissing and hugging in my Disbelief.
In your defense, I was the one to blame
You played at both ends, but you lost the game.

Lose my number, Get me outta your mind.
I'm not Helen Keller, I'm not deaf, Dumb and Blind.
You're two-faced and a self Centered *****.

Us getting back together is one hopeless wish....

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Strange frescos of rage and despair
crude and shabby.Deeply shocked
full of disgust,confused.. I wait...
Sharp contours waver in the glare
ambiguous yet somehow complementary
Shrill blue,criss cross gestures that deepen
insight,whisper their deep secrets..I smile..

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"Qu'il départage avec équité avant leurs transformations,
ceux qui arriveront aux cieux avec les Justifiés, de ceux
qui iront en bas avec les Justiciés, car la Balance pèse les 
Ames souverainement."  Verset 25, Papyrus de Nebseni

Rondelet: Eyes from afar

Eyes from afar
Frequent visitors from the Dark
Eyes from afar
Come spy on life under our star
This your experiment or lark
Wonder brains criss-cross mad as quark
Eyes from afar

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012...

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Flashlamp tracings trap and dazzle,
dancing in the twilight. Children scatter
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping,
eager beavers chasing dreams.

Fast the flow, the stream blinks
back a hint of moonlight,
and the torches' criss cross patterns
splatter 'til the beams converge.

Nets are plied, and mason jars
are dunked beneath the rippling surface, 
small fish wriggle in confinement,
kids' excitement and delight.

Safe and snug, imaginations 
settle as they say goodnight....

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I was waiting,
the moon dance will start now.
Night was softly purring
near the damp thighs of hills
in happy valley.

Day was wasted
in prowling for silver spoons.
The hushed memories of hot summer
will criss-cross my thoughts,
food of soul, for hungry.

The life finally accepts the defeat
before passions, interned forever.
You keep holding the truth till last breath
and walk away from glory of songs,
reaching nowhere.

I don’t belong to me.


SATISH VERMA...

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She sees beings resembling her,
in the form of flesh, bones, and blood,
as they criss-cross along the streets,
their talks and laughter echoing inside them,
for they don't have feelings occupying
their hearts.
She's afraid of touching their hearts,
for they might break or shatter,
because they are not familiar to the energetic
impact of emotions.
"Handle With Care" is written on their faces,
every time a song or story reminds them
how hollow they are in the inside........

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