Short Encores Poems
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body ails yet spirit soars
heart thriving on bliss encores
thus there’s nothing to be done
since we are with God’s breath one
Steep streams -
Deep dreams
Splashing
Crashing
Rumbling
Tumbling
Wending
Ending
Cascade
Displayed
Yon roars’
Encores
Two Encores
Now please don’t think me a bragger,
But, I sung on stage with Mick Jagger.
There we pouted our lips,
and we wiggled those hips.
Two encores and Superstar swagger.
The morning sunlight shines warm
our blanket like a curtain
reveals a beautiful show
a stage with encores
~not for contest~
couldn't help but write one..
If music is the soul of art,
then what can writing be
Is it the eyes, perhaps the heart,
in printed reverie
Is music the stage whereupon,
all other art encores
For if it is, all words rejoice
—to sing for evermore
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017 )
If music is the soul of art,
then what can writing be
Is it the eyes, perhaps the ears,
in printed reverie
Is music the stage whereupon,
all other art encores
For if it is, all words rejoice,
—to sing for ever more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Lingering bits of joy
Outlasting grey episodes of sadness
Always prevailing in fading shadows
Laughter's light always shinning
Hope sustaining faith
Love deposing evil
Age the friend of reason
It is but to assume the role
The journey is the play
Encores await
Speaking of Sedoka 5-28-26 Nette Onclaud
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Sedoka Dead End
faded street signs point
into overgrown byways
unlit blind alley encores
cryptic curlicues
chant beats of new directions
my heart seeks for sacred roads
Last acts have already been performed.
Death is on stage,
it has already taken several encores -
now the audience is leaving.
We actors are departing also,
the Light has come,
each player is taking a path of their own,
to a different idea of heaven.
For there are many ways to write a script,
and many more theater Houses
in our Fathers Kingdom.
Mundane daily chores
beg us for encores
but we’re in a trance,
feeling bliss beats prance.
Our vaporised self
dances by itself
to the cosmic drum,
music of spheres strum.
In form, here, now, this,
purrs rapturous bliss
as we choose to burn
in our body urn.
Heightens our delight
beholding God’s light,
that becomes our own,
within heart, home grown.
17-September-2022
Veins of blood, pale and thin
Running amok, at keeper’s inn
Tortuously dwelled in diversity
Its vitality runs cold, in all proximity
Air tunnels pounding at the doors
Hatches jammed, life is over, no encores
House of chambers stalled in overdrive
Community cells don’t come out alive
fate lurked within those walls
Endangered life to which it stalled
Essentials of life were battered by time
The pendulum stopped after its chime
Encores & guffaws .. sure you get more twinkle as you do get older
Be a jester...don't let anything pester..smoulder..floor or fester
Show jeers..fears..tears..sneers the door..that scolder colder shoulder
Sly minx..kinks & sky high jinx.. rafter of laughter from yesteryear's folder
Winks me thinks.. blink and guy on the brink.. dafter.. few too many drinks
Rascal sprinkle now a sparkle after each superfly debacle.. appears a bit bolder
Dancing, whizzing, whirling,
Skaters swooping by;
Starlets busy twiriling,
Pointing to the sky.
Judges tracing outlines,
Fancy figure eights;
Hopefuls' unread headlines,
Sealed in starry fates.
Breathless finish flowing
From dazzling routine;
Nervous, never knowing,
Verdict yet unseen.
Women's Figure Skating--
TV's stellar ore:
Winter's Watchers Waiting
Heroine's Encores.
February 11, 2018
88 Syllables
Those rulers which be amid their unison as glee, wished
A little more of thee so I thought that we, would give it to them ?
A bit in the writ with a slit for the kit and a number one hit; and they cried aloud
Another of these their, encores; while love upon the shore strung her light's down
Low as I with the mic aside a midnight tide reached for the sky above this their, power...
Ballad chord baby boomer slang in a round about thang thus we sang, another kongo bang.
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