Short Enclave Poems
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There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
Ocean motion
Wave after wave
A sweet enclave
This commotion
The ocean enters
My heart tis true
Moving to undo
Wreckage splinters
Ocean motion
Where waves reside
Kingdom divide
Underwater salvation
Russell Sivey
Tony's
enclave was
saved from
construction
by an
elf-select-
ed goop
of tainted heavenly heads cas-
ing
joints out of time enough to curse
ever
spiteful sets of
Twins born
right on the cusp
of Virgo and a li-
brarian's back-
water
wishing
village.
Under a nylon dome
upside, raindrops patter
upon my small enclave
unusual patterns
unique, sliding over
ubiquitous water
upends the stormy skies.
A Pleiades Poem
10/1/2022
Embracing you!
I am your obedient, prettiest slave;
dwelling in that celestial enclave.
Reading your curves on your palms,
Allow me to recite your holy psalms;
Embracing you in my strong arms,
Allow me to dwell in your dreams
**
By
Williamsji Maveli
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
When Love went away evicting my empty enclave......,
Bats scream silent echoes of a haunting voice.
In an overcast sky, shooting stars disappear.
Bees spin in whirls as wine gets strong.
Snow footprints melt, weak imprints of memory.
17th February 2019
Maureen McGreavy's contest
5 line poetry contest
Limerick: Once a Meat-Vendor in Mylapur
Once a Meat-Vendor in Mylapur*
Set up shop (O!) Brahmin virtue pure
No hungry customers
Knocked past the front shutters
Though brisk business raged at rear door.
• Brahmin enclave in Chennai, Tamil-Nadu, India.
Brahmins were not vegetarians from antiquity.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Water beneath bridges is always made to move
below the penumbra of our blessed moon.
She flows freely through the mouth of its enclave
taking with her every notion of solidity;
I stand here firm as a rock watching her pour herself out
she slows my senses as she extinguishes my
burning thoughts, and makes me think of
Superman !
Verdant slopes from afar~
Velvety plains enclave
Versatile soil beneath
Vaporous calm crater
Violent when active
Venomous lava flows
Vexing living things near.
7 May 2021
Syllables checked in How Many Syllables.com ( 6 per line)
For "Pleiades - V Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
2nd place
A Brian Strand 1095 Poetry Contest
As I pose in a natural enclave
I claim freedom I'll not be a slave
an abyss, Earth's in a hole
self love massages my soul
Momentum, let's jin a positive wave
On my deck put pen to paper write verse
Observe shades of green leaves so diverse
a gentle light breeze is blowing
leaves flutter in air always flowing
Trunks to and fro bowing first forward now in reverse
Cloud
cool charcoal clouds cruise
conceal calamity creep
craft cryptic collage
Delusion
dusk drapes deep despair
darting desires drip dream dregs
dark delusion dawns
Ecstasy
enter elated
ebullient enclave enticed
embed ecstasy
July 25, 2020
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Let The Pens Flow-Alliteration
Sponsor : Jenish Somadas
Cobwebs, invisible in the darkness
Spread in every corner of the cosmos
Ensnared heaven’s butterflies in its mess
Crafted by the black widower with dross
To keep them and drink their life laid across
But Christ’s light of gnosis he brought to save
Shined into every corner of the cave
Showing the cobwebs’ thin and brittle dome
For us to wake up and see our enclave
To break Yaldabaoth’s webs, and return home
I lay my head on a green meadow
and dream about the glory of a time,
when hearts flickered beneath red stars
and retrace memories entwined.
Into peaceful isle of slumber,
Bring me to your quiet enclave
That I may rest with our loving flare
Embracing the peace in silence.
Past journey’s edge, this dream I bless
While in deep sleep, the light sets free
My wishful oath to reunite
Through incarnation's harmony.
A Dream Contest
Nneka (Mother is supreme)
My precursor with nature
From the yolk of her embryo
I was fermented
Entwined in the warm enclave of her cyst
Out of her fountain of love
She nurtured me
Queen mother
The seasoned bone of my back
The shelter over my head
Whose large, black eyes immune me
From the discrepancies of morning
Love, kindness are your first and middle names
King mother,
I yearn to be recycled in the metamorphosis of your cyst!
So many times I chanted the prayer
from childhood to now that I forget
what I pray for or want repeating
mantras while walking at dusk or seeing
images on the lingam that stir
the flame Shiva harnesses deep within
my numbed feet stop before growling dogs
trained to ignore strangers whose lips don’t utter
their names or who aren’t free in leash like them
I fail to filter the chasing darkness
from roadside temple to Sarna Enclave
--R K Singh
Dame’s Rockets grow atop her grave:
Pinks, whites and purples flourish here
in this cemetery enclave
where no one has visit in years.
Her oblique, weatherworn headstone
stands aside a nearby roadside
hidden amid weeds, unbeknown
to motorist who pass where she lies.
An effortful deciphering
failed to clarify her birth year
Born April first [obscured] in spring
Died forgotten this much is clear
except for these fragrant bouquets
that perfume above her grave today.