Short Embryonic Poems
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Mutely, they languish
in embryonic earth—
wait a rust of water,
a red blossom
bursting
from screaming
sepia mother.
life saving vaccine is formulated from embryonic stem cells
25th August 2020
For Silent One's Contest
When Things Go Wrong Monoku
hover between worlds
embryonic suspension
self-consciousness.
(January 20, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Recapitulating
(Embryonic Parallelism)
While wondering and then continually waiting,
My mind was manipulating and recapitulating;
Had looked around;
Fingers were found;
To play piano really do need more educating.
Jim Horn
I know, it's just a cloud
specks of chemicals
embryonic water droplets
in a teaspoon of time...
but for a moment
it looked like a face
wispy and very wise,
drifting over my journey
stride for stride for stride
then it was gone
I know, it's just a cloud.
absence of a melody
was wrenching
on the face of a song
surface tension –
a venom creeps
surging in twin black eyes
you raise your price
in extremes
unburdening of embryonic waste
outsider
matches his death
with antiquity
SATISH VERMA
absence of a melody
was wrenching
on the face of a song
surface tension –
a venom creeps
surging in twin black eyes
you raise your price
in extremes
unburdening of embryonic waste
outsider
matches his death
with antiquity
SATISH VERMA
Form:
The inhabitants considering themselves loftier the a sand grain
ripped catastrophic tears in Earth’s embryonic membrane;
which thus created an unusually high level of cosmic strain
on the stretched imaginations of the creatively insane.
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Inception
From under my shadow
And into sunlight
I´m a raven waiting
For a new born child
Eat the embryonic soul and take over
The body.
And people will say:
This child has an old soul
The mother will cry hug the child
Love me
Till I can walk and disappear
Into the world
In the hollows of my being
mental photos move about
doors attempt to shut out
what was already in - severity
plaster walls sharing testimony
with squeaky floors
warmth mingled with kerosence petals
ancient melodies oozing hope
ties of embryonic attendance
anchors of strength obtained
A student of Latin named Herb
Enjoyed the study of verbs.
While reading in Freud
He felt a great void,
And concluded his life was absurd.
A student of Greek embryonic
Found Homer was much too erotic!
Her long hours of study
Had weakened her body
And made her completely psychotic!
The house wears tight
and small like an old shoe
on a growing child’s foot.
Wanderlust invades in sandals.
Palm tree dreams scent the air
with coconut oil and jasmine.
The confinement ends with sleep.
The laces of reality snap.
Toes push forth into oceanic bliss
water rushing, embryonic fluid
balms the birth of dreams.
Barefoot rhapsody abides.
Springing from submerged breasts, engorged,
mountainous mother-stream gushes
pristinely clear primeval milk
into hungry mouths - bird, beast, human;
ancient as embryonic earth,
she nurses sloping hills, nurtures dawning valleys,
carving cradled nests in fecund soil,
setting the stage for life's grand panoply.
Faye Lanham Gibson
© September 7, 2015
The Last of the Summer Wine
The field of straw is white
in the summer glare,
and ringed by deep green vines
its fruit is still embryonic,
June is too early for them,
not before end of July will they be juice,
red and ready to be turned into wine,
a dark bottle with a fancy label
and it will be
said 2114 was a good year for wine,
before world war three began.
volcanic eruptions
planets collide becoming particals
atoms molecules
dust floating in an embryonic fluid
universes galaxies
multidimensional wormholes
our awareness sliding through
milky ways constructed on a cellular level
nebulas new born planets
the light of several thousand suns being born at once
swimming through our bodies
we are the universe made up of stars (C) mjr 2009
Written: October 04, 2025
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An enticing tale of Sapphire
Embryonic resin —
the dusk’s distilled desire
in marigold attire.
Etched in flame agate,
a mystic sphere—
twilight’s trembling lyre,
Its shimmer sings
to murmuring wings of swallows
as they dance
in dusk’s devout ballet.
October’s veil—
tuned in tangerine,
a hymn to night’s slow sway.
Toxic State
Endless endeavors embryonic embrace
Finite forever’s in a platonic place
Silently searching with afflicted affections
Of love’s misguided daunted deflections
You can not penetrate this superman soul
Love can pour out but not fill the hungry hole
Isolated illusions dismantled desires
Terminal toxins within flameless fires.
Dec.03.2016
Toxic State - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: FJ Thomas
When life is full in my throat,
I pray with an embryonic want.
I hear the needs
of the innocent and dragons,
they do not seem
so different to me.
The plaintive calls of the lost,
the tigers panting bruit
are not so different.
I am what the egg wants.
I want a pulsating engine
that crashes through the tangle
of this worlds face.
I want a hammer-bright orison
to challenge with a shell-breaking voice.
A treatise on regenerating life
Old Man Winter's residual cultivated by Spring's mid-wife
Into fertile cavity seed with precision did knife
In earth's dark bosom; cauldron of strife
With jolting, painful movements rife
Helios incubated the embryonic pod
Unction sparked from Zeus's rod
Jupiter's vital streams embalmed ingrown clod
With growing pressure swelling kernel did prod
Fledgling shoots pushed through birth canal onto sod
Becoming is like taking up
A crystal goblet full of purple ink
The stuff that begets hatters and rabbits
And curious oysters with bad endings in their cards
And drinking it down
Taking in all those not-yet thoughts
Those embryonic fantasies
Those epiphanies still wrapped in their silvers
And making them yours
Just yours
Just yours in their brilliance
In their ever-changing solace
And using them to change your stars.
Is the “ether” real?
Or just a distant longing
For love’s lost realm.
Perchance, a fading memory
Adrift
Upon an embryonic sea
Seeking rebirth
In moonlight’s melancholy
Awash
Upon the foaming froth of fear’s
Crusoe-like abandonment
Could the crescent queen
Be more than goddess of the night
Possess the very seeds we mortal crave
Share them in the silver of her glow
Invite us to bathe
Within the aura
Of her ethereal domain.
Grey vapour sated clouds extend their chain
Of rainy bursts and torrents at a glance
The hoarse throat whine from canyons weren’t in vain
As green shoot tillers bow to circumstance
Rush petals weave a chain of svelte romance
On river banks where oak beam timbres fall
Coy sika deer among his peers may crawl
Beyond that wetland canvass oiled at birth
An embryonic chain encodes its wall
With nascent human trails to cosmic mirth
It is you who enhance this old distance, not me
Although distance is hardly a short one to bear
It’s a mystery why we appear somewhere to be
Our arrival is eclipsed in case we’d be able to care
Be I asked, in whatever shape of the I, embryonic
Or even as a cell, I would've chosen the land of your rose
And perhaps you could chose, if you wished, this immensely platonic
Cave of mine, where I look for a light in the window you close.
"Seams Sewn in Souls Strung like Pearls Cast out into the World"
In each of us
a pearl
God
the unknown
embryonic
soul
In each of us
the common
thread
Seams Sewn in Souls Strung like Pearls
Cast out into the World
Different beds
Same Road
Home
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/15/style/sunni-colon-music.html
unreasonably thin embryonic brother
born again in a wash basin on the
third floor of a st joseph's hospital.
outside his window pale paper mache
cranes float by in mudpuddles.
he watches them a little,
he gathers joy a little,
he lifts his head a little.
little so little brother lesser than
grows beatifully bright eyed by the
window.
distracted momentarily his shadow
half hanging off of him forgets
to adorn its dark attire.
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