Short Escalation Poems
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Escalators work either way
Escalations work either way
Escalators put load on other side
Escalations push load on same side
First is for the physicially disbled
Next is for mentally disbled
top
ascent
pyramid
de-escalation
sea-saw epitome
hierarchy’s stepping stones
'Sphynx watches over crown chakra'
09th September 2020
Rise
High, Tall
Ascending, Emerging, Elevating
Climb, Escalation, Increase, Acceleration
Stumbling, Descending, Blundering
Low, Woeful
Fall
Whoosh!
I allow.
Reality.
Away from the plunging depths of escalation.
Which I mistook as elation.
As I tried to survive.
Forever gone.
Are the frantic memories.
Forever here.
Are the spirits who saved me.
Forever far.
Are the people who found me guilty.
Taking away your peace of mind
Hunting you down everywhere
Every move you make is mine
Stealthily moving in the shadows
Thoughts of tying you up linger
Allowing escalation of my heartbeat
Looking for the right words
Killer instincts secretly penned
Even among the grey matter
Rationalizing fear, the brain is the stalker
I met UFC and she courted me.
She made me wanna hit!
But I stood back from the ring,
Not battered, but better I became.
It's no life worth livin' to get
your bell rang.
Or worse, to punch a good man
to his death,
Just to get the gawkers to
sing your song!
And move up the rung
to where you think you belong.
The escalation seems so wrong.
Love's Atmosphere
A deep pulsation
A Musical beat
Produced by heart
Through love
Body's dance
Enjoyable sound
A smile is built
A steady feeling
Attention paid
Watch the growing
Seasons change
But neither cold
Nor burning heat
A proper level
A ceaseless breath
Love mounts
A rapid escalation
A maximal stage
Heart's joyful beating.
Drencho POET Loads
First eyes stared, and the air was filled with mystery.
The senses grew acute; there was certain chemistry.
Slowly they opened up, and things were progressive.
Quickly things began to transform; they became obsessive.
They went wild, they went restless, and they were desperate.
Ultimately, trust prevailed; there was commitment, and they were committed.
The Lone Oak
Has finally awoke
Alone in an empty field
Tucked away I grow concealed
The Lone Oak
Immune from fire and smoke
With all it's might
It grows to the light
The Lone Oak
Winds wont leave a branch broke
A strong foundation
Supports his escalation
The Lone Oak
The leaves act as a cloak
Silver skin
And a golden heart within
The Lone Oak
hers are paradise-measured steps
an escalation of the clan’s delight
in a sitting duck of the stream-lets;
& maidens awaken by the twilight
virgins of niger’s hidden chambers
meeting with ancient praise-singers;
“nduru has arrived! nduru is here!”
the echo of the clan’s piper rings
“o, she’s come! o, she’s here!”
seems with her a new life springs!
she: a clan’s fair-haired & elegant bird
with a retinue of songsters furtive & weird.
Everybody has heard the old cliché.
It stubbornly persists right up to today.
It is said all that glitters is gold.
This is a lovely little piece to hold.
A girl with braided hair is what I have found.
There are some very tall mountains in the background.
A value of twenty francs has been placed on this.
I have in my hand a lovely “Swiss Miss“.
Since the recent market price of gold’s escalation,
you are worthy of a much higher valuation.