Short Eying Poems

Reasoning minds
Eying tomorrow
To fly in colors......

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Creeping quietly, crawling slowly
Walking stealthly, eying hungrily
Waiting patiently, calculating rapidly
the cat pranced, on the rat soon deceased...

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It dims the hope.
Eying peaks of flame.
Absolution ?

Seeking moksha ?
Do not become what
you dreamed.

Blue sky and moon,
where the passion was.
Coming and going.


Satish Verma...

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Mohammed Ali 
Dancing in the ring 
Flying like a butterfly 
Eying the title-world champ 
He took on anyone 
The belt was his to hold... 
Until defeat...he shakes a hand 
He fought Joe Frazier three times 
He was the greatest boxer...

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Miranda:
talk to your restive soul,
elementally abstract.

Home –
was minimal comfort,
for the flying birds.

Clock,
to explode today 
on your face.

You were eying
the bride,
in turbulent sky.

Who had
brought the moon 
at Agave’s feet ?  


Satish Verma...

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This harsh light, back on you
Piercingly cruel aimed
Is of no sun, though it burns
In heart, as hot yes?

And however thickly
Shaded, walled off are
For protection, there's just no
Hung bough, cloister, right?
Unless counter-eying bright!
Love's, for that loveless!...

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Hill by hill, a travail climbing.
Which new outlooks give birth to
Wider, brighter, a mountain valley's.
Deep sighing, as we breathe through.

On a grander appreciative scale
Those life-stepped that culminate
Heaven-reached, soul-released, eying
Earth; rained on compassionate....

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A Beach in Cascais

On the beach of Cascais
Human seals, jam-packed
Soaking up the sun.
Female seals
 are eying each other.
Who has the best tan?
Then they all go home
To dark shuttered flats
The fear of being seen
At home by prying eyes
sits deep in the mind
Of the Portuguese....

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It’s been a choppy day for trading,
And the market’s looking wan,
Gold is sticking to its vaults
While Bitcoin faces a ban

Greece is eying the drachma,
Its kebabs now overcooked,
While Chinese knees are trembling
As America cooks its books

And as the rich get richer
And the poor man fades away,
Money, gold and diamonds,
Will always win the day....

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Ancient mahogany walking stick
Blue jay and gold finch duet
puffs of pearls on downy wind
God must be playing violin.

Painted turtles surfing mossy logs
honeybee hovering Queen Ann's lace 
saxophone blowing emerald frog
maple leaves flaunting silver face. 

Hummingbird on the edge of mind
lavender seeping from the glade
crimson flashes from blue pine
eying violets on a black earth day....

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(Anacreontic Verse)
11/6/2015

Cold Flight

Cold flight! What ice
finds fierce fire
between paws
of mine crunching
through rough snow
and slush slip 
mush mist up 
from face and 
tail underfoot. 
Careful pines 
step aside of our
hunt tonight 
sky lighted
by lightning
finding prey very 
frightened of Life’s
biological
cycle, like the eye
of a rifle 
eying my demise 
behind traitor pines....

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"A goodly, gainful thing"
Caribou told me
"To leave, once in a while
Home's high-ground safeness;
To roam, for what as sun-grassed
Lies in wait sweetly
Fills which need, Surprise's;
Feeds on vast Newness."

"And the most jubilant!"
Dragonfly added.
"To up and go, but now
Out which comfort zone
With that relief's burst, once deemed
Unthinkable sped!
Isle-eying, isle-engaged!
Floaty; no more lone!"...

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Molly Ann could barely wait said her dad
To show her hippie grandma her cozy pad
Where would I sit? Grandma asked eying the pit.
Daddy laughed so hard, for on the floor she used to always sit.

It’s wonderful, all rainbow and stuff, Grandma admitted.
But my arthritis is acting up, and my colon is all pitted.
I don’t want to grouse or gripe any more.
But I doubt I can lift this heavy body off of the floor....

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Exasperated 
Written: by “Miracle Man”
7/10/2018

I’ve days when I find myself exasperated,
From eying baggage that I’ve stored aft;
Things rushed into that should have waited,
I’m always distressed by another downdraft.

When warm and fuzzy is no longer my norm,
And not much is inducing me to feel elated.
I know I must weather another day’s storm,
While remaining the man that time has dated.

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Ah, my brother is finally sleeping
Through my head mischievous thoughts are creeping
     It’s my time to shine now
     To him I won’t kowtow
All of the attention I’ll be keeping
 
I’ll make the best use of this special time
Beg for more after each nursery rhyme
     I’ll play with his best toys
     Till he makes the first noise
Because then I’ll just be admired part time
 

By Carolyn Devonshire
For Miranda Lambert’s Brotherly Love contest
April 23, 2011...

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