Short Descension Poems

    Ascension’s intentions shun descension
 
         Extension’s prehension ~

     Boldest dimensions of invention
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"ON THE AGENDA"


tonight
Gould
waits
for
the
Pacific
and
I.
tonight
hell
waits
for 
us
all.
oh what fine music
awaits our descension.


By: Chicano Eddie
752017...

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something here
is not right when 
i breach into the
eye of your candy

what was once neatly 
furnished is now 
carelessly shambled
the sourness of it all
leads me to endlessly
leap

trust is melted quicksand
under the merciless sun
when it rises, the apex of descension
truly begins...

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A film of bubbles on her hull
  
   as ice around her crowns it's chill

      descension pits and twinks it's tune

         to merry wandering fish full bloom

         In white, albino, skeletonised

       with scales of silver for their eyes

     as liquid in their mouth, it glides

these hollow sailor's wave goodbye~...

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to wrap you around in one.
the grand pupal descension.
a bite of summertime,
of falling.

to take a silent pause.
page filled with imagined
detailed scenarios.
memories. 
left to the viewer to ponder.

to a beauty,
with gentle strokes of brilliance.
gladly caressing yours.
that familiar stop,
of blissful adoration.
the pain....

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Snow cascading
like white hair
down night's cold shoulder —
frost stitches,
mercury descension,
and mad raven streak —
her woman hair must flow,
the child in the mirror
with pigtails
one more season old —
snow melts or grows old,
a frigid connection,
boughs sometimes —
fall came and went 
for blossoms —
and her nature has
fallen for it...

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A
happy
conclusion
circulated
repetitiously
effectuating
accordingly
affected
lonely
hearts


2019 September 17


**The Trip is an ascending/descending syllabic singled word climb, whereby, more words added to the trip--is the challenge--my efforts concluded with a two/singular five-syllabic word in an ascension/descension mode....

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Yes tired, messed and fired
Put work aside for a free morrow
distress from stress makes one tired
Awaiting descension of a day without sorrow.

Precipitance hits the tide of time
Filled with load of contrastive burden
Time did evolve with a different crime
Ages past all in a sudden

Thousand years turn a day
A day without sorrow never came
A sorrow in the marrow, hopes at bay
Bros and Sis have none to blame...

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