Short Ezra Poems

Said she’s sending
Him her hair,
Eros, Ezra, Esne . . ....

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He began as an image theorist
with the genre never did not persist...

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Ezra Pound 

He began as an image theorist
with the genre never did not persist...

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Idaho's Ezra Pound
with Canto did astound
He began as an imagist theorist
with the genre did not persist...

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Brookline's Amy Lowell
wrote imagist verse qutee well
Obsevations so idiosyncratic
caused Ezra to be a critic...

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Minimalistic Ezra Pound
also wrote poetry most profound
but in his 'Station Metro' verse
he pared&pared to make it terse...

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A bird feeder full, hung from fallowed fronds

The apparition of this swarm of finches feeding: Felicity in flight





(All glory to Ezra Pound)...

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There once was a man named Art 
Who was thrifty and shopped at WalMart 
He was happy with life
As he rode on his bike
Till the bearings fell apart ...



By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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Once there was a parson named Ezra Heap

   Whose Sunday sermons were profoundly deep

      The louder Ezra implored

         The more his congregants snored

            He could never arouse them from their sleep...

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Complexus-Syntaxus-Maximus

Complexity-Syntaxity
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound
Flamboyant expression
Poetic modernity new.

Seeking no rifacimento
Onomatopoeia
Confusing readers so
Intricate verses make us blue.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
November 22, 2014
(Double Dactyl)...

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
   Manifests uncertainty.
   Stark staring eyes gaze fearfully.
   Only heartbeats, and the ticking clock
   Break silence; then as a whistle blows
   Each mask unfurls in victory.

   G. B. Seal.    Complete the lines.   7/ 25/ 2015
   Line 2 - Ezra Pound....

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Each look, each thought, each worried brow
With eyes that see and mouths that speak
And lives so varied, so wonderfully unique
Are known by Him, both great and small
Who created each face, the Lord of All.





Written
On 7/2015
First line by poet Ezra Pound...

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Your pen is the most amazing tool you have
Like a skier looking down the slopes
You stare at a blank page 
Your fingers twitch back and forth 
Beauty incarnate follows your words
Freedom ensues 
Speaking out like a thousand voices are your own
You have no limitations 
You are a poet

(C) Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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Premiered at Al's by the Sea,
Mont Clair, PA - 9/24/2021

THE BOOK OF GENESIS
THE BOOK OF EXODUS
THE BOOK OF NUMBERS
THE BOOK OF JUDGES
THE BOOK OF RUTH
THE BOOK OF KINGS
THE BOOK OF EZRA
THE BOOK OF ESTHER
THE BOOK OF JOB
THE BOOK OF PSALMS
THE BOOK OF PROVERBS
THE BOOK OF ADVERBS
THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS...

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I was convinced that the spirit left me 
couldn`t drink my Pepsi
thinking I was poisoned by the Nesle 
gotta get that sugar cane
gunna get some crooked fame
I`m to blame
Runnin` up this hill like I`m game
Say it plain
God in heaven came to make rain
My brain
Feels restored and I`m alive again
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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Green eyes, shaggy hair
Split up lips that gasp for air 
Twenty beers and a lawn chair

Mother left, brother died
Doesn't know where he'll sleep tonight
Twenty beers on ice

The sharp whistle of a train
Brings to mind his bro again
His little bro, his best friend

At night he's gone 
No sign till dawn
Just Twenty empty bottles on the lawn

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd
of the wonderful trapeze artist as he swings and flies unbound
so many faces in the crowd children trying to see around
every head turns and sways like the soft music from far way
as they watch in dismay this beautiful artist on display. 

Line 2- Ezra Pound   T Reams 7/24/2015 
Contest: Complete the lines    8th place...

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Summer
And the city air tastes like a dream
Mirages above sidewalks at eight a.m
The freeway kicks and screams like a spoiled child 
But I won't give in to them
Stress 
It is written on so many faces 
I'm sorry, but I won't be taking their places 
I walk like a snail at a pace where I'm free
While people drive like lunatics 
To go home and watch TV

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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The tip of your tongue is hard to find 
You search and seek and stumble to rhyme 
The page is blank and stays that way 
Your poets wings begin to fade 
There's not a single word in stock
You're sick indeed with writers block
You try and try but can't be freed 
There's nothing there for us to read 
So put a bandage on your pen
Tomorrow try your verse again 

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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Let winter come 
And freeze the sky 
No more will shadows cast  
Let showers turn to heaps of snow 
With gardens hidden deep 

Let working cease 
Migration fly  
Let herds to safety dash 
Farmers idle, fires glow 
No fields left to reap 

My picket fence
Blockaded high
No perfect cobbled path
Let winter come, and snowstorms blow   
I need some time to sleep  

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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You're foolish my brother
What a pickle we're in
On a street full of people 
You had to pick him

The soberest fighter
Who knows how to win
Is landing hard punches 
From your eyes to your chin

His friends from the party
Are joining the fray 
I can see by the numbers 
It won't be your day

But since you are losing 
I must do the same 
I won't just stand by
With your blood in my veins

Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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she rarely spoke of the past.
when the world turned her down, 
Her loneliness and despair made her
dumb,
incompetency and ineffectual she felt. 
she never wanted to speak about it 

When she does try to speak. 
The bloodshot eyes flood,
Downhearted and gloomy,
In a low tone,
Allow life take it's course.
Turn your back on the world.
And we left dumbfound.
                                  Pett Ezra Isaac....

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Dearest Ezra, 

did you ever dream one day,
that all the songs should cease?
No music in the cafes play
since the baddest news arrived 

A stone cold note told of the change,
no time to grieve, or make our peace
did it wither, man, or did we contrive
in sympathy with the new and strange? 

No church bells rang; no sermons read,
a simple phrase of passing, plain
ol' frowny face; sweet poetry's dead
let no one sing, nor dance again...

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How could I forget
This battle isn't over yet
Satan offers up some short term gain
Unto an everlasting death

The rebellion pushes me to join
And it's eternal blood their spilling
With God I have the strength to fight back
But I am not always willing

"Take heart," says Jesus, from the edge of the road
"Did I forsake you? Would I ever?
Lock shields with me, my child, you'll see
We can beat this foe together!"

By Kyle Ezra kriticos...

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Through the fires of a sinful life
How can we see the other side?
Satan wishes we would stay this way
That this is how we'll die

But we should know the cross we bear is spent 
Christ was already crucified
We should know in Him we have a friend
In death He cherished all our lives

And God in heaven too will make us new
He's wishing we will stay alive
That free in Him we'll be with Him
Forever on the other side

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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