Short Feasible Poems
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It is much feasible that
when you look at me
unstudied, and from exterior...
never perceive real me from within...
When will my dream become feasible. In this darkness,your eyes become visible.
The part way of sleep and reality is vague. Come to me and make it tangible.
Form:
Expectation's a sure path to pain
First we cover our gaps with dreams
And let them dreams grow within
Tall, thick and feasible
Turning to purpose
Then obsession
That thwarted
Maddens,
Hurts.
They who offer their opinions,
about all of the world's current problems,
without offering a single feasible solution,
accomplish absolutely nothing,
other than, endless whining and complaining.
... in my opinion.
For too long your feet
alter to a bloody mess.
Tired of having one
gory pulp inside your shoes,
you yearn to have a
little of forgetfulness.
Since for real stopping
isn't feasible ever.
Go to where all the pictures
are greasy, and get some peace.
Nimbus sheathes, laden heart's dark swamps.
Gush the insides out, a hollow, eerie remain.
Crimson cascade moat round, forbid ramps.
Notions of brick and steel, power's sweet regain.
A firm cage hedges all woes of time's sharp pain.
Blithe strides bridge the cracks, prove feasible still.
No doors, no windows, locked in impossible will.
Sizzling day of summer heat,
Requisite hydration I really need,
No rain, no precipitation today,
Brilliant azure, no clouds this day,
I stood alone, poised, impermeable,
Damp crystallisation so feasible,
From this diving board I spring,
Invigorate me, I commence to sing,
But!! I forgot I'm way too old,
Man, this water's really cold!!!!!!
Oh, duchess when you ascend your neck
To scrutinize the skyline
Were you aware that you could discover?
The very marvel that for years you so yearned?
Oh, duchess did you think it feasible
That you could matriculate the novelty ‘tis amour
Did you?
Open your eyes alluring one
Shan’t be a reason to averse your devoirs
though you must dismember all that bleeds
Reflector not the doer
thus with this recognition
flows gently in quiet surrender
in a continuum of prayerful meditation
Stupor yet interrupts pure loving intent
hypnotic trance of ego origin
if our fulcrum be content
we be in bliss ignition
Recalibrating instinct
feasible solely by grace
for making of ferality extinct
requires assimilation at an easy pace
02-October-2020
A child's imagination will flow
with energy wild and carefree
Innocence only they can know
Holding visions they can see
As adults our gift of imagination
We lose that magical ability
No longer have the fascination
It is lost when we gain maturity
A purity makes it feasible
Every child holds illumination
Making it much more achievable
What is needed for imagination
Smile stirred into shade of sundown,
Mind moderately muse with fancy town.
Anon ascend in morning of mansion's renown,
Cloud covered, converted to dusk from the dawn.
Dredge the ridge of Miraj, in deprivation of inspiration,
Anymore, aught appearance of gart of hallucination.
Feasible unachievable feat, was the resolution,
Got, whether or not, strain to gain'll remain with aspiration.
Shattered Obsidian
Depiction at present never
recorded
Insight into the depths never
possible
Understanding never feasible
Virtue of limitless love never
envisioned
Glimpses the height of
comprehension for most
Obsidian shell's razor edges
protecting fragility within
Shielded scars deep behind the
mask
Cryptic and secluded manner
Solitary existence paired with
aversion to close
companionship
Form:
I'm aware that I'll face my ending.
Because it's self-evident.
The start and the finale.
I'm sure I'll desire for my fantasy.
Because it is feasible.
The happening of the fall.
I'm confident that I'll be able to breathe hope.
Because it is in short supply.
The fate's date and the timing of its onset.
Nonetheless, I will live my moments.
Because it is plentiful.
The sorrows and the memory
I don’t dare to dream beyond what I can do
It is foolish, craving to capture everything within view.
The world around is wondrously wide, a canvas vast
The more we try to grab, the more into agitation we’re cast.
Keep away from herculean schemes for tomorrow
Instead give today your best for a brighter morrow.
Focus on feasible things, let go, what’s beyond.
Take every step with caution, to simple needs respond.
no mind games
we remain as we are
in our natural, blissful state
of course from time to time
we employ use of mind
just like any limb
our consciousness
is not limited by thought
or by function of senses five
fears and desires yet arise
as impulses always felt
by organic form
we celebrate
all transient offerings
feasible because of earth life
yet at all times we are aware
that we are living light
here for a sojourn
I
Do you connect with struggling writers
Would you know it
Harry the Weaver, poet
Graces communities, fraternities,
(Sororities, too?)
II
To have someone read your scraps of work
Going back as far as is feasible
prince HH reads closely, generously
With the gentleness of weavers,
Care, calmness, goodness - fruit of the Spirit
Makes it tolerable to wait to be heard
Pleasure to be respectfully read
To be free to write FREELY, profusely
Love is insatiable, it is imperious.
Love is unchangeable, it is poisonous.
Love is beckoning, and it disregards.
Love is questioning, and it mars.
Love is strenuous, it is invaluable.
Love is relentless, it is ever fallible.
Love is deceitful, and it damages.
Love is feasible, and it bandages.
Love is everything, for it is advantage.
Love through anything, for it manages.
Love gets testing, and always imperfect.
Love is contesting, and always worth it.
I walked the straight and narrow; took a flying leap of faith.
I staked the risk of seven lives. She asked me for an eighth.
I gazed across the frozen pond she wanted me to cross.
I weighed the possibilities, the profit and the loss.
I judged it a feasible burden, and so
I abandoned a wise friend’s advice;
I filled my pockets with rocks as
I prepared to cross thin ice.
I walked the straight…
I staked the risk…
I gazed across…
I weighed…
I judged…
I …
I
Flattered teen man glitterati,
an echelon. Wouldn't you bow?
An axis of glittering damsels.
Pedestal of my clan… the authority!
I clawed the sky; I climbed so fast!
Feasible, get-at-able, so she slides in.
Naive me… the hero of Lassie.
I am suave to the Angel of fantasies.
I murmur, I tremble.
Glimpses of commitments, now a subpoena,
flawed my majesty, winks indignity at me.
Had I known a decemvir earlier?
Get me the clock, let me rewind it.
No Mom! I need rebirth.
We’ve donned this form to feel love warm,
caged in space and hemmed in by time,
memory of heaven wiped clean,
so we feel helpless in life’s storm,
deadened to pulse of bliss beat’s chime,
light of soul remaining unseen.
To have the cake and eat it too
requires us to remain awake,
recognising life is a dream
but how then will rapture renew,
if awareness applies the brake,
on flow of love’s dancing moonbeam?
This is the quiz we need to ace,
feasible only with God’s grace.