Short Displacing Poems

feet displacing sand 
water filling up the space
imprint vanishing
 
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bamboo bowing meets
                           shadow displacing shallow
                              musky snaps the line





18.04.18...

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I hate these horrible hate poems 
the plate of life which I be knowing
with haste let go so I start going 
a taste untasty displacing gurgling  
frustrate at mates I be showing 
fluctuating unflexed and flowing 
I hate these horrible hate poems...

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Stepping in water, displacing the pool.
Walking prudently in body and mind. 
For there is no room for a squatter, 
forcing spillage over water’s bind  

Secure a space for your form, 
sitting gingerly at witness. 
One cannot see past the water's norm. 
Hence be one within it....

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We will never know how our thoughts
And our movements displacing air,
And our feet treading the ground,
Impact on the distant world
And found cataclysms on unseen shores.
So be careful what you think,
And be careful how you move,
But most of all be careful how you tread,
Upon what and whom......

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The violent 'V'
Disguised in a black rain coat
Dancing the meadow

Gone undetected
A moment of destruction
Silently Creeping

Ravishment rising
Displacing time, hope, lives, dreams
Silent aftermath




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With respect to tornados...

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I am filling with a liquid loss,
this flesh isn’t solid anymore,
I may be slowly sinking 
in a puddle on the floor.

The emptiness is gurgling
from toe to chest to head,
displacing all the substance,
dissolving the words you said.

This is a wonder solvent-
it can obliterate any trace,
love, laughter, friendship,
this agent for removing grace....

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INSPITE OF MINE MEMORIES-
endless memories
triumphant liberties
humanity displacing
love of life, minus strife
triumphant liberties
cornered in love
love of life, minus strife
regardless of self
cornered in love
humanity displacing
regardless of self
endless memories


1/10/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022 ©...

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The pounding of drums as your name lingers

          on my lips displacing rainbow sweet hues.

     Amazing touches swirl round my fingers

          yearning  the music I choose not to lose. 

3/2/2020


From the poem "A Love That Binds " 
posted 1-27-2018

Poetry Contest:  Rithimus Divisa 2 
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden...

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here in this city
at dawn the dogs rule
they run wild through the empty avenues
chase app taxis
public service ambulances
loaded with victims
of panic syndrome
yesterday the rain caused flooding
and at night the sewer overflowed
displacing its residents
rats, men and cockroaches
when in the morning the sun came up fantastic
he looked proud to show the dried mud
garbage and debris
taking its rightful place...

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here in this city
at dawn the dogs rule
they run wild through the empty avenues
chase app taxis
public service ambulances
loaded with victims
of panic syndrome
yesterday the rain caused flooding
and at night the sewer overflowed
displacing its residents
rats, men and cockroaches
when in the morning the sun came up fantastic
he looked proud to show the dried mud
garbage and debris
taking its rightful place
and I think how good this is...

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Stalwart, salient, silent,
broader arms release / embrace 
our metered miles. 
Measured with the tenuous touch 
of when to now.
So paused, we then invent, somehow 
this time of shimmering moments.
As the darkness of dusk is lapped 
by the edge of the day, 
heads all bowed, the new nuns pray,
faces bathed in the blue-white 
spiritual light of i-phones;
angels walking this new earth 
with faces wearing the crowns 
of haloes that have slipped down....

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Cosmic mystery trails the midnight sky,
you flare bright, dissolve without a trace;
we who witness you gaze up and sigh,
you leave a look of awe on every face.

Ghostly portent from the mists of time,
aglow with starkly silent icy light;
wonder that dances 'round reason and rhyme,
the stuff of dreams and fancy's fickle flight.

Dawn settles gently on the window sill,
displacing thoughts of stellar eccentricity;
but in our hearts and minds we ponder still 
this sacred, quiet electricity....

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