Short Cyclops Poems

Were
these
blacksmith,
goliaths-
all eye & no brain...

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The www dot
The window of Cyclops eye
For you to see by....

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Cyclops with one eye 
Blinded by a pointed stick 
Fights alone in darkness...

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A green-eyed cyclops
flutters albino lashes
against the cold wind...

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Can't help but wonder if that clerical
Cyclops has caught me in the act of
Trying to be
Vaguely human....

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Cyclops

When people look threw
Same colored lenses viewed
Visual like mind


11/21/17
written words James Edward Lee Sr....

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The voicebox of God still sits in the corner
and the opaque, blank, glassy Cyclops-eye
of the never-used television screen
still stares at me...

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like a
blinded
cyclops
yelling
that no
man has
blinded
me by
thrusting
a stick
in my
eye
now i
can only
feel the 
pleasure
of my pain...

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Someone's at the door

         Irma, she's not welcome here

                                            Furious cyclops.




Composed on 6th September 2017....

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Although you are free to swear,
you’d best do so sparingly.
Sometimes when I’m glaring at
things, beams escape me; you don’t want that!

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last kloang for the day......

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With pastels in hand,
I paint the life of the sea...
in sunny Capri.


Giant Cyclops settled here,
and fishermen still fear them...
legends become real.


Mermaids sing with lyre,
luring them in your cold deep...
as images appear....

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in your valley
looking passed
kneecapped 
mountains

facing the cave
below where
your cyclops
lives

not looking
at your medusa
moaning over 
your siren's song

i am no man
Willy Loman
Everyman but
perhaps

immoral
immortal
importantly
yet it is you

who 
are
multi
faceted...

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It was 
a graceful exit
with audacious idiocity.
A cyclops was going 
for a dress disaster.

Visitation 
of flesh, mars the beauty.
Cheating starts
between the pails of tears.
I start hitting the planet.

Let the bride
sleep in fog. A volcano
was going to shed
the sperms on your
shirt.


 Satish Verma...

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to a moon long hidden by treetops

it is not that i
could no longer see the forest
for the trees.
nor you
for the canopy.
you are always there
i know,
where other clouds
can touch your cheek.

soon when i am out of the woods
i will say hello
and you will wink
one eye at me.

(15 august 1979)...

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when i was young and five
i had a dream of the boogyman
of cyclops
one eye watching me
and dragons breathing fire
of little elves dancing
with fairies in tights
and pixies in flight
ghost and goblins
mermaids and jack the giant
spooks going bunp in the night
when i was young and five
these creatures really gave me a scare!...

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Ochre Field

The ritual
Of hailing Ra
Begins anew each morning.

Golden faces
straighten to meet
The first rays of their namesake.

Dew-tipped petals
Surround the ebony Cyclops
As each giant flower awakens.

They stand
Vigilant in the field
As blossomed monoliths of life.

They sway 
In tune with Mariah,
Waiting to entice the pollen seekers....

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{ Mystic Split Haiku }

 dew-tipped sunflowers
entice the pollen seekers
            with
     faces to the sun
              ~

    cinnamon cyclops
amid bright golden faces
             hail
  Ra, as their namesake
              ~ 

   blossomed monoliths
stand vigilant in the fields
            sway
   in tune with the wind
              ~...

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Esperance, where kangaroos saunter beaches
and turquoise waters lie like a boomerang
snared beneath a lapis sky and snow-white sand.
Coral pink lakes scintillate in golden sun;
which late will shadow bronze ochre fossil spumes.
Red-legged silver seagulls "kwee-war" overhead;
in the distance, surfers ride the Cyclops waves; 
children take an ice cream down in Hellfire Bay....

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O Mighty Zeus, your anger roars
Casting whelm each ravaging storm,
Is your ire so driven as to show disdain
Of nights for those so worn?

This mortal mire, so spent with drear
Has bent to the limits of homage,
Grant us ease and quiet lee,
Our tire wears no plumage.

Ask us not to bear your pains
Or the thunderbolts of your cyclops,
Soothe us with welcome patter
Thru rains of gentler drops....

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great cyclops of fire
you who keeps the horizon
far out of my reach
no closer than yesterday
not nearer me tomorrow

a symbol of hope
I find no truth in those words
you leave me each night
drowning yourself in the sea
leaving me cold and alone

in chill of darkness
no refuge from my despair
shadows cling to me
abandoned,  my hope is dead
don't shine on me in the morn'...

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Dawn's light awakened sleepy eyes ~ twas of sunflowers in the meadow


greeting their namesake
an ochre field in full bloom ~
petals gold gilded


Brown-eyed cyclops swaying in the breeze
Like turbulent waves in roiling seas
Standing upright on stems of great height
Sunflowers bow their heads at twilight



June 9, 2023
A Monoku, Haiku and 4 Lines of Rhyme
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin...

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i asked her
about her
asterisk

she turned
around and
confronted

me
blocking
that which

what i
was look
ing at

then she
turned
back

around
and bent
down look

ing at me
with her
cyclops

eye
butt i
closely

upon closer
examination
found her's

was more
of an or
ifice for

it seemed to 
be breathing
more like a

mouth
so i french
kissed her

right then
and right
there...

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He was the peacock cyclops, all big-headed and such.
When asked what women thought, they said “not much”.
He had a mirror where he spent ten hours a day.
He was too stuck on his reflection to take a job with pay.

He is always broke, the women said, with a shrug.
Sure, he is shapely, and charming and has a big mug.
But he spends his whole time admiring himself in a mirror.
They did not date him, or even get close, or even near....

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October Thirty-first
creature after creature
carefully finding their way to your
chaotic world
cyclops and 
chimeras
carelessly chasing humans around like toys
camazotzs and
coinchenns
cramming young human and animal flesh into their
considerably terrifying muzzles
creatures creeping around every
corner
caged in the coldest part of hell
circumvented for one day of every year
circumspect the worse for
creatures are free on
October thirty-first...

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I do not want to insinuate they are dangerous but….
I hide in the brush when I meet one or run to my hut.
I am careful to never make eye contact or make a loud step
Green elves and ghost goblin gremlins all have a dangerous rep

They are masters of animals, especially good with a wolf.
A cyclops runs from them, or he ends up with them on his hoof
They are intensely intense – their stare will dazzle your eyes.
I am running away from one now, no big surprise....

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