Short Curtained Poems

Let sun's light so shine,
As radiant curtained beams,
Stroll among the trees.




Inspired by Raul Moreno...

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TEXTURALIST the form

PATHOS

truth
or paradox 
perhaps irony...
a man, 
a house,
the curtained window...
a letter in his pocket ....
at his brother's grave 
the man reads 
of his son's death......

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In sunburst morning 
clouds waft on hewed wing, 
focused sunbeams flush
curtained window glass, 
rays make track to sun, 
my cold life I run. 

March 17, 2021
Contest : Tableau-6 Lines
Sponsor : Joseph May...

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For once I thought reality was in my hands,
I felt I was on the pinnacle of the cosmos,
And all the stars and planets were at one with me, 
I lay curtained in boundless joy, 
Twinkling and radiating sparks to all....

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Behind the folds of curtained stage
Performers take positions, hearts racing wildly,
Ready to step onto the waiting podium for the final bow...


For Judy's Captcha Contest
Captcha code - BPR...

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You are the beautiful antique room, 
half-open, decayed by light and familiar gazes.
Lace curtained windows, like eyes that see only the past, 
you offer wistful, paltry promises of enclosure, 
but as the wind whispers through the cracks in your walls, 
you are too cold to offer life....

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Forests are felled
There once dwelled life -
Now quelled by greed.

Pulp to paper -
The razor tears
Through curtained flesh

Let’s laud our wit -
Bark - on it.. We
have writ   ‘Save trees’!


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Than-Bauk (Non Staircased) 
Internal rhyme...

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PATHOS

truth
or paradox 
perhaps irony...
a man, 
a house,
the curtained window...
a letter in his pocket ....
at his brother's grave 
the man reads 
of his son's death...

This example of a texturalist poem (see my blog thereon today) a found poem that re -weaves Cyndi's comment on my earlier blog....

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Father, forgive me for I have sinned...

I confess it all, repenting complete
penance handed down from a curtained confessional
kneeling, I beg for Your forgiveness
vowing to tread a righteous path
knowing in my heart, as I depart
I will still wrong others
that Satan always comes creeping back 
and tonight, I will sin again...

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perfumed hair and velvet kisses
plum colored satin sheets
heart beats Allegro, as fingers dance
caresses slide, Andante, like silken 
scarves searching sin-flushed skin
eyes locked in silent urgency
upstairs in a distant world
surrender brought forth victory
while, downstairs, in a lace curtained room
a vinyl disk went round and round...

und Mozart spielt das klavier...

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"Snowbound"
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For days winter's freezing winds and snow raged
cold windows now curtained white 
but, my rooms whisper peace   *

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The message you sent me
is silent but still a message
I try to understand
the way of the roots
the migrating silence of water.
We take from nature
what we can, I study the silence
I picture you miles north.
leaning over the empty pages,
Dear...... you to write
but already the page is a window
curtained in the early silence
                               of snow....

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I drip this passion O' mine,
Into the depth of the cup you hold nearest to you.
And the bull inside makes my flesh swell,
Not catatonic,
Just in suspension,
And always in suspicion.
Part of my ill-borne mind creates an image of reluctance,
And I give it to you,
As a gift.
Not much further now and I'll be completely aware,
Aware of the notions you so cleverly curtained around my head,
So I see no evil....

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Old Man Winter dons his
best sapphire blue, 
lavender suit
while Mother Nature
dresses in her finest
lace gown.

The splendor of 
crystalline trees provide
a curtained backdrop
for their dance.
The stars strobe to
the music of the ethers;
this is winter bliss.

Such a night 
so long ago
when celestials
sang to a newborn;
an annual celebration
even nature enjoys. 


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Say, have you seen Charity
She hideth I know not where?
I search for her sweet song of love,
Have you seen her pretty face?
I have been searching every place.

Look! see that dark corner there,
Yonder stands Intolerance and 
His brothers Greed and Envy-
There-is that their sister Malice
peering through that curtained window?

Compassion too has disappeared-
perhaps he dances some far off
forest glen- with Charity?...

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After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.

Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.

Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,

the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.						


SATISH VERMA...

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Tinted colors of old
Debauched, dubious mysteries
Finagled corrupt's gold
A glorious, poignant history

An empty throne,
And tales of skirmish
Standing draped in gold, all alone
A war cry and a death wish

Glorious structures,
Secluded with pride
Curtained with greed and power
A broken ruling mind

Sky turning grey
Chains broken for freedom
Nobility burned like hay
End of the golden demon.
© Rohan Suresh...

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After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.

Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.

Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,

the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.					


SATISH VERMA...

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After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.

Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.

Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,

the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.						


SATISH VERMA...

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TRUTH

We are living in disruptive times
voices are loud and angered
shouting change and resistance..
Multiple truths seem to thrive
for brief moments within mixes 
of contingency and suffering..
Truth has been curtained
in shadows of triviality..
Our most desperate need
is for Truth to be exposed
calling each of us by that
ancient name: I Am..
Such new recognition
must sooth angered voices
dissolving idolatrous lies
in a morning's new light......

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NIGHT TERRORS

When distant  daylight  is spent and spilled,
My lamp alone lights the curtained darkness
Of unseen fear,   which has always filled
The weary black pit yawning endless

Into the night;  and all the unknown
Terrors of the dreamworld
Conspire to extinguish my lamp lone
When the smothering  curtain is unfurled.

Oh,  how the dawn moves on leaden feet
To reach far into the shaded recess.
Oh,  let it make haste to meet
My sleepless darkness with succor and nearness....

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