Short Filmy Poems

cloud
filmy
mystical
ethereal
wanderer stirs my imagination...

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Filmy fern unfurling its fronds
In a miniature moorland of moss...

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a cloudy gray day
veil of sea mist softly falls
light filmy blanket...

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Dawn breaks,
With a filmy twist;
As Mr Sun, cries to 
the chirping birdies,
"Five more minutes...please!"...

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Lies are a thin veil -
A filmy shield
Through which the heart can sense
The shape of betrayal 


Category:Serious
 For Francine's 5 lines or less Contest...

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Butterfly, gem of grace
Beauty's churned quintessence
Blend of rainbow colors
Bouncing on filmy wings
Blooms beckon their buddy
Brief, but blissful, its life!...

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Red swing dance
Smooth, cold touch
Foggy white brain
Froggy right pain

Blind, tired heart
Filmy white eyes
Bad handwriting
Bland crayon fighting

Cold leather book
Warm red fire
Nice soft bed
Rest my head...

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As a pool
with its glassy eye
to the sky
I am ready to absorb…

the shadow
of a passing hawk
scattering flocks of leaves
and what escapes
in the speckled residue…

I click-

capture the moment;

search through
the filmy branches
for yesterday's nests

and tomorrow's dead...

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Wisps of Sanity
Like gossamer filmy wings
Fluttering on my face
Cannot be touched or they will fall to ruin
Fighting to keep up so I can feel
The soothing graze of normalcy
Running, face thrust upward
Pushing against trappings of the truth
Losing the fervid feeling by the moment
Knowing it will quit me soon....

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THE RUDIMENTS OF WINGS

Barely stubs,
these soul nodules, 
not yet protruding the surface,
still part of the wormlike me.
The force of metamorphosis 
thrusts hard against filmy chrysalis;
meconium pulses, dilating miniscule veins.
The terror of change soon will cease,
bring release,
to the rudiments of wings.

February 24, 2022...

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flowers near the window
in bright yellow

a filmy white curtain
swaying in the breeze

late afternoon sunshine
bouncing off walls

a tea pot steaming 
a tea cup empty

a book lying open
on a vintage bed 

colour glass vases
sparkling in the sun

a tranquil silence
fills the space

photographs
on dresser

purple walls
need paint...

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A high silhouette,
lucidly etched, a raptor,
feathers flickering in sunlight,
a thing carved 
and branded in a window of space,
an osprey.

It plunges, strikes the filmy dazzle
a bristle of talons,
and there on the face of the water
it cleaves its own swooping shadow.

Then it mounts the sky once more;
 a shimmering fish 
looks back
at its last swim....

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a winter moment
captured in a cold winter 
water vapored breath 

the air we exhale 
saturated with moisture 
meets cold air outside 

tiny particles 
soon turn to liquid water 
spouting from the mouth 

that filmy gray white  
air, that is exhaled outward 
makes it look like smoke 

fresh air in my lungs 
crisp is the air I breathe in 
nature at its best 




 
 
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I.

On the right is Emily Bronte,
Bard of Yorkshire moor—
Her talented, tormented family
Wrote novels which still endure.

II.

On the left’s Christina Rossetti,
Who chastely did refuse
The goblin’s fruit of ecstasy;
Pre-Raphaelite recluse.

III.

In the center’s a filmy mirror,
Dusty-looking glass;
You rub it till it’s clearer
And see a skull-faced lass—
Yourself…at Requiem Mass....

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"Cheating and trapping others are malicious. One must never try to cheat, if he/she wishes not to be cheated"  ~ By Poet


At the GATE of a viscous net,
The sly spider waited alert. 
A fly flitting closer on SHADOW wings,
Was caught in the dewy JEWEL studded strings.
When about to be wound round in ductile rings,
The fly with a cursing MUTTER made a fling,
And flew to freedom on filmy wings! 
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My concept of existence,
Was like scenes from a distance;
Green, lush, many floral-filled,
By which anyone gets thrilled...!  

When twigs and dry trunks appeared,
When turns and twists made me feared,
When skin and flesh, like clothes, smeared, 
I knew life, often, is geared...!

I aim at something, but hunt,
Everything that I confront;
Strife ends like a filmy stunt,
Sadly, I bear every brunt...!


12 January 2023...

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Kaleidoscope 



Vibrant colours reflect emotions,
A rainbow of memories.
Fluorescent hopes,
Realistic to some, not others.

Translucent warmth,
Green with envy.
"Filmy Voices" colour blind,
Shades of red and black.

Colorless possessions,
Mirror symmetrical patterns.
Abstract, yet crystal clear,
A medley of visual perception.

Kaleidoscope, 
I saw, I heard, I felt.
Perspectives diverse,
a colourful moment in time....

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A man collected a dime
To commit a crime;
The wildest cheer
After lifting his spear;
A decided thrust
On a flesh asking for eleventh-hour trust
But surely heading for the dust
Where iron and steel also rust.

Execution, now enjoying a mime,
On the victim’s nostrils a filmy slime;
Off and on receiving a ghastly tear,
Here and there an agonizing sear.

Murderer keeps looking at his time,
Job’s delayed completion his own crime....

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Through her filmy eyes, 
scanning the daylight hues, 
wary of what lies in wait around the corner 
or what might slip up behind a lean back. 
The icy freeze that racks her  body 
down below weakened spine, 
causes her to search frantically 
for unseen glow in the faces around ;
while she struggles to remember
exactly where home inhabits
a vision leaving the clarity of her mind.



Contest Hosted by Brian Strand
6 Jan 2019...

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Whispers that were spoken were done to cause pain

Tears that were shed slowly became a stormy rain

Fear and anguish hovered and became a filmy dew

The deluge discussion lingered and was in the wind that blew

Heartache was there ending point to show an inner power

They will never ever recover from that volley shower 

A torrential flurry was finally done just to even the score

Apologies will never come from this drenching soulless downpour...

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Resounds my heart with passion
as I gaze into your eyes
and we sink onto the cushions
and rapture overtakes our cries

Slowly the earth stops its spinning
drifting off in each others arms
to  awake aroused and moaning
with his love my heart he disarms

Whispering sweet nothings to me 
that night I will always recall 
though the image gets all filmy
this true love will always stand tall

The night we met was my windfall
my heart he now holds in  his thrall

written 06/26/2013...

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War…
Pools of blood surround me
Comrades lay by my feet with every step I take
What is it that’s worth fighting for?

Supposed enemies…
Their filmy eyes unblinking lay open
The vision of the family they were to see still dances in their eyes
They had dreams too!

Their daughters…
Their sons…
Their wives…
Their parents…
Their duties lie within their eyes like an open book

This is pointless…
Their visions are my visions and I still see both
War is always in vain…...

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over the sky
sun opens
his third eye
red tint spreads
clouds float high-
fluffy white.
birds fly high,
feast to the eye.

one can feel the calm sibilance,
of a blue tranquil lake,
making the mind at peace.
the world stirs back to life-
time to wake up from ease.
wind flies on filmy wings,
the brown leaves, they release.
greet the day dawning in silence!

Sept.15.2022

~Placed Second~

Charlie New-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Charles Messina...

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