Short Faintest Poems
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Least I can be, is
Even just the faintest light
In this so dark world;
To prove one’s presence alone
Can cast away all shadows.
the faintest stirrings that arise
go backwards till their very root
what desires manifest heart’s sighs
examine, exhume and reboot
As the candle slowly burns until the faintest light flickers to the end,
so does
the human soul cease to exist.
6/30/2017
Ballerina shoes pink
Miss majestic magenta
Fresh as a rose red
Fairest faintest nude
Paris, New York pleasure
Lipstick colors in red, purple, beige, pink and brown
Inside a frozen moment you wait
the door ajar
as if to capture the faintest echo
of footfall
the mirror scrutinizing that empty space
on the couch
my reflection endlessly snared
in mute counterpoint.
Traffic jam defines
divine and mundane.
Its peak hours mix
the sacred and profane.
And with awe we see
as a miracle,
as beatific vision
and spectacle,
the faintest trace of
a lone parking space!
The summer air hangs still.
Hawk and whippoorwill
Wing mournful down the graying skies…
Hearken to their cries!
And then the faintest breeze
Murmurs in the trees…
And at the Lonesome Place
Spirits sigh in space.
If ever
You wonder
Do you ever wonder this
The answer
To the question
Inside the butterfly kiss
You feel
The faintest flutter
Blink too hard and you will miss
The magic
That is uttered
Inside the butterfly kiss
Often to speak yet seldom to listen
Conveys the impression of lacking
Wisdom? Better to pause' between
The bouts, for the faintest whisper
She never shouts' incline your ear
Prepare your mind, refresh your soul
With her meats and wine.'
Beneath the veil of night
Restless limbs lay tangled
Amongst her linens and her doubts
Sun kissed skin, remembering him
Her fingers gently trace
The faintest whisper of his touch
Soft upon her breath, his name
She must learn to say goodbye
inside
a frozen
minute
you wait
the door
ajar
as if
to capture
the faintest
echo of
footfall
the mirror
scrutinizing
that empty
space
beside you
on the couch
my reflection
endlessly
snared
in mute
counterpoint
03/22/18
He thinks his daddy is a superhero;
The ultimate action figure and model *****.
Who flies by night into his faintest dreams
And recedes with shadows as the day seems
To close with toy box lids. Asleep he goes
Hoping for daddy like legendary heroes.
Mere husks remain,
unnaturally strewn,
lying by the dozens
on a red-soaked field.
Once stoutly girded,
masking fiery resolve
underneath unassuming
exteriors, naught but the
faintest hints linger,
sad siren calls to
former greatness.
Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Is not the faintest way to be.
Cardinal images it seems:
Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Pictures of Splendor it deems,
Loves’s veil has not fallen yet.
Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Is not the faintest way to be.
The consumate sleuth Sherlock Holmes
Hardly lacking the wit chromosomes
With the faintest of clues
To bemuse and confuse
Cracked crimes in the Welsh catacombs
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on January 27, 2019 for contest LIMERICK 3 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
A kaleidoscope of paper-thin wings,
as fragile as spun sugar,
weave a serpentine dance
along the weathered, rugged stone steps.
Swallowed up by the blinding light
in their wake, each wingbeat leaves
only the faintest ripple—barely a sigh—
that once painted their fleeting existence.
Through darkened bar windows
Two meet without sight
Two ashamed to want
Two afraid to need
Two alone together
Changing words to hide
the face buried deep inside
A smile for the lamest joke
faintest fingertip touch
send shivers from neck to wrist
and moistened lips
beg the highest risk
Shall find some space upon this yard
It is just a matter of days,
The inmates here will give no room
For they are stubborn in their ways.
Fit in here is a task I must
Though I have not the faintest clue,
Of how on earth could that be done
But do know I am stubborn too.
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Men prepare for the road ahead
And I implore you be not late,
You need carry no belongings
Save the vagaries of your fate.
Know when you take this journey long
You would traverse beyond the blue,
Walk the path your precursors took
Though they had not the faintest clue.
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Gnarled traffic defines the divine and the mundane
and its peak hours mix the sacred with the profane:
the slightest, faintest trace
of a vacant parking space
is seen as nothing less than a great miracle,
beatific vision, ecstatic spectacle!
losing one's way through
the thickest thickets
and thorniest bushes in the
darkest jungles
only whets the urgent urge
of the roving soul
to be able to blaze even the
faintest of trails
that hopefully leads back
to a jubilant heart!
Traffic jams
define the divine
and the mundane.
Their long peak
hours mix the sacred
and the profane.
And with grateful awe, we see as a miracle,
as a beatific vision and spectacle,
the slightest hint
there is, the elusive
faintest trace
of this city's
rarest gem: a vacant
parking space!
My heart aches as I squeeze you tight;
Your tears run warm aside my neck.
You quiver helplessly, like I had never known you to be.
Torn apart like a rose stomped into the cement.
I kiss your eyes, and wipe them dry,
and the faintest little smile
breaks out across your weary face
like sunlight through the rain.
Form:
Across the moats of light year spaces,
Across the dark of the earthbound skies,
Starlight leaves just the faintest traces
Collecting softly upon my eyes.
Dimmed in brilliance by the nearer moon
They are lost in distance, and dwarfed in size,
And I, like them, am in other places
And will not be back anytime soon.
The curio shop
Where no one will stop,
Lives in its yesterday-dust;
A grandfather’s clock,
An earthenware crock,
And Time’s faintest aroma of must.
The brass button trays,
The bright feather sprays,
Languish like lovers ignored.
The years are for sale,
The bargains all fail,
And Time shuffles by, looking bored.
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