Short Ellipses Poems

Blue ellipses
Rolling rumbling honey wagons
Glory shouts came from up the river
Shining, I wasn’t alone
My hope clings to mountains
Finding and never knowing
In the moment of soaring...

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ellipses tremble
trace in waters
a deeper kiss than this
though deeper still
revelling in waves
sunken, slips
heavy under
starry-starry lights

i feel tall
those empty hollow places
that leave me under your skin
all deeper to the sound of standing-still
deep ocher core...

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I will write for her clouds of color
Ellipses, reddened
to temper this cold!

I will write for her words of purple cirrus
and pink, dawns
we will walk in golden sunsets.

Behold yellow morning star
the heavenly peach
caught between Magnolia branches..

I will write the rain, the flame
and this poem for her!
~ ~ ~...

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The tug of ellipses
measures our weight
in the vivid gyroscope
clustered by gases
noble cloaked in
the curtain

to benefit from the
necessary intrusion
of thought coercion
until no fool or genius
questions the majesty
around us

or the ineligibility
of humans to pass
themselves off as
dabbling masters of
gods behind dangled
talisman logic....

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COPLA 74 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World

Is the quark a zero sum dot
Likewise the table to the mountain:
Try dot the spot

So is the gogga to Hottentot
And your toddler to the dragon:
Earth mere sun spot

Solar system lost in galaxy
Universe in Multiverses:
All gone to pot

Whose is the sum of this jelly
All strung up in stringy ellipses:
Might turn(ed) to rot

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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The quiet reaction
is better than wow,
hmm or that's deep,
Producing more
thought in you is
what I aim to do,
creating more wonder
into what your thinking,
is the hypothesis
 my poetry 
wants to
 answer
Hedonically
adding pleasures
to your body
so it has a trickle up
effect from words
 untouched
and utterly...
My poetry will
have you reaching 
for warm towels
to wipe away these
Morning hallelujahs
Amen...

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There's consolation in knowing
the rise and fall of angles;
the whorled tempests of
alpha and omega.

Liquid vowels
and hiccuping consonants
curiously curled around
the pith of visions.

Silent expressions
circumcised by dots,
paused by chubby tadpoles
that pollinate fertile thoughts
with deliberate moments.

Hyphenated hybrids
capture imagination
in new-sprung, cursive concepts.

But Oh! How I love
the silent ellipses,
the endless music of

The End......

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