Short Enclave Poems

Dazzle of enclave, virgin of historical peach
Silent as the name sounds
Sanctity in waters and revered land....

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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...

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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...

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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

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By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 !...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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....

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