Short Crossover Poems

Life is a panacea
—on the other side of fear

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)...

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green hedge barrier

divides before and after

crossover between.

 

(January 19, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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I am finally here,
the place where the sunsets,
and waves crossover each other.

I lay here as the ocean grabs and pulls my 
body from the sand and pulls me in slowly.

I am neither birth or death,I am what I am
flesh
bone
and sin....

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Cash, Willie, Cline, and a
Coal Miner’s daughter sang
Classics with "Dolly" twang.
Crossover Taylor Swift,
Conway with Twitty wit,
Clint Black, Garth, Strait, McGraw,
Carrie, Blake: Love them all!

Oct. 14, 2020
for Joseph May's Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest...

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video of violets in vibrant valleys
indigo images of  illusions intimate
ballad of birdsongs in  beautious blue
green globe glitters,, gorgeously great.
the yellow yonder, yearning for years
oasis of orange, only once on October
romance of red  in rock and roll rejoice
captivating colors celebrate a crossover....

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I see the light I see the tunnel 
I fight with might precise 
Flash backs and advice
I hear a familiar voice 
Leaves me with no choice 
Poise on my posture 
Back boned chilled of a sixth sense
Book of life show me what I have done 
Holder of keepers can you show me the gates 
A colorful display a scene of the ages 
To be gone like the wind 
To become with one...

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Liar, Liar, Fur on Fire

car in the back
sitting on
Brand new tires

Waiting on me
to catch
them on fire

to get away
from a

Liar, Liar, city boy
your pants' are on fire

couldn't tell
the truth
even if your
soul was on fire

Liar, Liar,
hey there
your trucks' on fire

should have told
the truth
and maybe
you'd won't
be on fire

Liar, Liar,...

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Writing verse,

my distractions are few

 
Prose unwritten,

the Muse importunes

 
Writing in meter,

writing in rhyme

 
Her blessings upon me,

fortune divine

 
Spiritual kinship,

rind bearing fruit

 
The flowers to spray,

the soil to root

 
Prayers spoken ageless,

footnotes in time

 
Words crossing over,

—gift so sublime

 
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)...

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i' m stepping on
the gas

i'm leaving the past

never see my
ex again

if the sun sets
and i haven't let
yet

i gonna burn
this whole
i said
gonna burn
this whole
town down

i said if
i stay

my heart
will never
see the light of day

so i'm gone

gonna get
in my truck

i'm said
gone
gone
gone

there gonna be miles
to drive
to get him/her
out my mind

because baby
i'm so gone...

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Ultimate genius
Diabolical hate
Tis justice plus
Terminal fate

Sadistic mind 
Darkness awaits
Crossed lines
Artistic bait

Melodic gust
Fantasy slate
Issued trust
Mystical gate

Discourage doesn't
Break the state
Urging mustn't
Under-estimate

Early mornings
Tredging the wait
Global warning
Fashionably late

Resolution allure
Innovation great
Timely explore
Concentrate

Public bounds
Crossover create
Thee who is crowned
We shall dedicate...

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I'm falling a hole;
that I can't be heard from.
My body begins to disappear;
becoming long gone.
What do I do,
to find my way out?
When I can't even see,
what's right in front of me.
It's cold and alone
from this point on.
What else can I do
to go back
where I cam from?
I tried to find help,
but no one would listen.
So giving up now
shall be the last I accomplish.
Days became slower,
and soon it had become
my time to finally crossover....

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where does the line we draw
                     begin
is it somewhere behind
                     or before;
is it between us
 lost in the tangle we step
inordinate
to be 
within the line?

what a jagged jig we jag
  among a potpourri 
       that of
tin cans and broken branches.
 we kick to clear
our way
 sometimes skimming
 sometimes skipping.

lost and crazy
it seems

crossover, crossover, crossover

because we draw the line.

how 'bout a hyphen?...

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It was on an hour exactly like this one, 
as I stood staring into a green landscape
that my senses drifted over the crossover,
which  had a lot to do with the sound
of wind,maybe, or perhaps the slant of the sun’s stare,
 but I would agree
the clouds blue above were shaped into
a wavering plane;  seemed that my hidden sighs
echoed  through the bridge, the slope 
calling me forth to dive without thought;
 that I in absence of logic  stretched 
beyond my immediate impulse and just soared....

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