Short Distantly Poems
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A mortal enemy
Among us
It is using our intimacy
Against us
Sense are eluded instantly
As a hug is infectious
Send your affection distantly
Love is more contagious
allow me to steal
the world instead of giving
it away, I lye
here on distantly dry stones
and not within your feathers
Far distantly
I hear a flock of geese
honking in the wind
Smiling comes automatically
weather changing atmospherically
for another very first time
I feel what it is to be alive
curly sue was enjoying lovely daisies and holly hocks too
she was soon surrounded by flowers of pink, red and blue
a picture was taken and published in a newspaper by Lu
a woman distantly related to the adorable young curly sue
You build me
in longed xylophone.
I am beat skipping in your veins,
but what poison
to know the name,
the hills I seek.
So coy dancer,
distantly waking overground,
playing pleasure folds
to cheeks.
Bent ears,
shine and I will seek.
Only snows up there
in the mountains, distantly
horizon's mirage
Hypothetically
we could drive all the way there
but gas costs too much
So they just sit there
like un-touchable artwork
beyond the cities
I've gone there before
trips in California snow
a long time ago
A silver prince
Was riding on a horse of silver
And I saw him distantly with glass.
In telescope, prince seemed to look at me.
I mouthed "I love you",
And his steed, I swear his steed did know.
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Hauntingly explicit, plighted
in yesterday's cloaked mystery,
wafting as whispers through
wistfully grayed memories on dimly
recalled moonlit indulgences,
winding imprecise hazy endings
beyond darkly covert horizons
love isn't blind, it's persistently unsighted
by distantly echoed adrift endings
Watching the trees
get whipped by wind and rain,
I thought of the birds
of falling nests
and
broken wings,
why are there none
at my window today?
Yesterday they were here,
when the liquid curtains fell
Let them seek shelter here.
I hear them distantly,
and pray they are well,
braving gust and water,
far, far stronger
than me.
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Before the Storm
by Amy Swanson, 12/11/2008
Life is strangely still
scent of rain is in the air
animals are listening
Sky becoming dark
wind begins to softly blow
gently whirling leaves play tag
Storm clouds rolling in
thunder rumbles distantly
wind now blowing forcefully
creatures take cover
lightning flashes in the sky
raindrop falls on my window.
TIME RUNS OUT FOR WINTER IN FEBRUARY
Ray of clear sun shows
The whiteness’s rival,
Announcing the soon arrival
Across the heaps of snows
Of a host of its fellows -
Not yet melting -
Calling distantly to spring -
Welcome yellows.
A simple beam of light
A messenger of ablation
Straight silent confrontation
Warning the winter’s white.
It was the thing I could not see,
Which till late I never knew--
For the truth resided distantly
And beyond my frail view.
But ah, the truth, both near and far,
I was ill-prepared to see--
That this refuge from a sinning star
Was never long to be.
How familiar are the worlds away,
As the floodlights softly fade--
The home where I will lastly stay...
The reason I was made!
SPOOOOKEEEE
Lost in the woods
On All Saints Night
Chill in my blood
Moon’s a fright
Its ring around
Is red as hell
And distantly
The doomsday bells
Eerie bongs
Tis truly said
One short two long
Will wake the dead
Hark those strains
The dies irae
Tell of pains
On judgment day
Oh where to go?
At last I fear
The rooster crow
No more I’ll hear
Dave Austin
sweet smell
pricking the air
who are you
why are we here
words as weapons
yet i can't comprehend
why you show me passion
show me love
when commitment cannot bend
and i'm left alone
heart to mend
such a sad goodbye
to myself
I'm left with these memories
no one to help
distantly present
swimming in thoughts
why you fell out of love-
I thought passion
and you left me in knots
We live distantly, one inside the other.
We house and rent the unwelcome and heaven sent.
I tend toward you
where your room overlooks mine.
Open doors keep us secret.
Where your breathe reaches I inhale.
Love enters through every window.
Chosen are we to be closer than blood,
otherness talks in the same mouth.
You have planted my garden
with my own willing hands.
Tell me what walls say
when the sky is all that is?
One's ill respite, ne'er distantly
the acclimation's Faith as sight
before the God of might stay free,
as justice arbitraries fight!
My land, my kin, my own insight
in peril, e`er the speaking's height.
I bow, this distance, kneeling's plight
in some small space, withdrawn, ne're flight!
Oh, God of mercy kindle quiet
that I may speak to Thy invite,
forgive that order's serving sight
a scattering ~ that invokes contrite!
ravens scream
at midnight high
forever looking into the moon
it’s magnetic white light glowing
a dark house feeling distant
on an enigmatic horizons seam
dogs eyes glow distantly
Canines sharp flashing
wolves howl darkly
into the indigo rivers in-between
raven wings black as onyx spread
take flight feeling the unseen
the presence of someone something watching
lurking dwelling feeling the hours expire
as ravens dream
I know that Dragons do Exist I saw them dance one time. Summer Midnight turning Graceful.In perfect Circles They Wrote a Poem Harmonic.A first and perfect twelfth apart , wing scribed across the skies.The same three words etched honestly as Dragons cannot lie.I Love You burned perfectly each time they circled distantly together,closely far apart.Looking at The Words of Truth as One;each Through Their Own Eyes James Patrick Kail 11/07/2012
Form:
the madman stands
with clutching hands
and shakes Eliot’s geranium
what you hold
has been foretold
but he just stared distantly
at the void
and a vacuous comment
slipped like mist
over the trees, the height
of conversation
- such a vacuous nation –
fools, cads and in moral poverty
what does the future hold?
or does it just shake
the geranium?
what have you been told
of days of old?
it’s the day of new
where hope serves few
Dreams dieing distantly
Long lingering light
Falling further faraway
Fabricated fouled fight
Traces teasing telling
Selfish senseless sores
Open oafish obedience
Crackling coastal core
Sacrificial senses stating
An awkward abandonment
Naked notions needing
Sweet succulent selfless scents
Aromas airing anonymously
Teaching to tell the tale
Dislocated dreams deadening
Fictionalizing failure; a final farewell
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Broken buried bond
Regretful recurring rain
Pouring putridly passionless
Provocative priceless pain
Falling furiously fast
Ominous oath to obey
Torrential teary torment
Conventional course conveyed
Submersed soul stammering
Darkness deadening distantly
Drowning deep disarray
Methodically mocking me
Laughter lingers lucidly
Submerged suffering sight
Treading thoughts tenaciously
For a fruitless fearful fight
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Frozen in Time
For seventy years and counting,
Every photograph and every newsreel,
Every home movie and every video,
I feature distantly frozen in time.
Millions if not billions of images,
I am invisible but none the less there.
Yes, I am seen in the family album,
Snapshots of change growing older.
My fascination lies in the background,
Ever present but rarely in sight.
Lurking in the shadow of others,
Is this too deep, what does it mean.
O distantly mean cloud!
Don't you see?
Don't you gather?
The weather is angry
and freaking out ..
I look out for you
and for myself
while you keep running
from me and fade out ..
O sole cloud!
Without you,
This earth is full of thorns
and the panels of my cottage
are sad and dark ..
Don't be like this false world
To hypocrites appealing
giving them fake crops ..
and to good folks
making a waste land ..
Brooding sky, soaked in red,
cloudless, hidden eyes instead.
Dripping landscapes, broken lines,
burning planet, space and time.
Too much weight to drag and tow
shadow captain pilots know.
Raging currents, reckless whims,
presage flatter, calming conditions.
Her vessel floats alone, she drifts
with battle scars and sleepless lists,
trails of wreckage, the foaming sea,
in her wake I follow distantly.
Myths of luck like rudders hold
legacies, the stuff of stories told.
Bernadette, ex-midinette,
now leaving Paris:
shop-girl day before.
Paris takes long time to leave,
with all the arrondissements...
Bernadette, ex-midinette
swaps shop-girl airs
for country air.
Paris now seen distantly:
the Eiffel Tower.
Perfect future lies in front
near Lille, or similar.
Shop-girl the day before.
Tells me not to harp on this
and holds up middle finger.
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A midinette is a Parisian shop-girl.
5/1/2015