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there are
merciless
words that shatter joy
falling with tears of farewell
as sorrow’s wayward ghosts come fleetingly home
Michaelangelo Pistoletto
with mirrors hemade a spectcular show
By means of polished steel sheets
spontaneous selfies we fleetingly meet
Crimson trims the trees
Sky is fleetingly adorned
Crunch through Autumn drifts
* for Ricks' contest
forbiding forever forbes to fly forward flawlessly foruitously
falsely fascinated by five fools following fleetingly frantic
flipflops fervently and furiously.
Moonlit moonrise over a moony moonshine,
Starry-eyed stargazers beneath a starlit starscape,
Wandering wanderers wander in wonder,
Until fleeting hearts no longer fleetingly flutter
My secret dream,
It was always about being a firefly,
lighting up the world,
brightening life,
even if only
a little and fleetingly...!
Fireflies, lithe torch bearers
Flaming bugs on small wings
Fairies of the dark night
Freelance electricians
Fleetingly come and go
Flitting incandescence
Flickering before eyes.
clustered sweet stars cling
fleetingly pink white beauties
fragrant umbrellas
billowing warm pink blizzards
floating down gently on streams
©deborah burch
3/20/2012
*Sakura:Japanese Cherry Blossoms
What happens, whilst of that fear-rush
Face-blown, if fleetingly, when this
Front door opens?
The mind broadens!
Whose threshold's gain I too weighed.
Inner, outer, secure, insecure
Where, that distant
Worlds meet; two. Pant.
this summer morning
sun,highlights the pampas palm
bathing in the heat-
as nature,in siesta
celestial heaven meets
lazy,rests my soul
as contentment's shalom flows
silence has its say-
fleetingly,nothing matters
then,in thankfulness..I pray
Brian Strand Bag of tricks
The circumference
Is narrower than the height
And it can take flight
But has no wings
The quadrants four
No less, no more
Is all it needs
As rhythm bleeds
Four chambers
-four halls
Yet no walls
Fleetingly occupied
Stabbed
And often broken
By simple words
Softly spoken
A Taste of Honey. A Tender Loving Kiss.
Such simple and great pleasures in life do truly exist.
Don't allow yourself any lost opportunities.
Precious moments pass us by so fleetingly.
This is your one and only opportunity to enjoy your life.
It will all be lost forever after you die.
I turned my left eye over to blink
my gaze took me right to the brink
I couldn't speak, blinded
something concealed deep inside it
really has tried to hide it
C'mon now, help me find it
can't recall or even remind it
so chalk it down as one of those, oh nevermind's of it!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Form:
THE HOURGLASS NEBULA
Be the volatile now
In the span of a
Short lived present
Welcoming its fortuitous
Ephemeral presence
That fades towards a
Momentary existence
Whereto, it fleetingly vaporizes
Into the vacuumed history
Belonging to an eternal
~~second.
Date: 06/04/2019
The sun drenched days turn dreary and gray
As my dreams of love fade slowly away
In the depths of my soul, an ache so deep
For a love that's unattainable, I weep
Like a rose that withers untouched by a bee
I watch love's beauty pass ever so fleetingly
Forlorn and ignored, my heart's silent plea
To be noticed and to be set free.
She makes an early showing,
her warm breath blowing;
an Eastern sunrise glowing,
flowers up and growing.
Melted icebergs flowing,
men on tractors sowing;
loose dirt clods throwing,
barnyard roosters crowing.
Suddenly, it's snowing;
frosty winds now mowing.
Wily smile, all-knowing;
fleetingly, she's going.
Spring . . . such a tease
Blindly given a part solely mine
Caress of promises fleetingly sublime
No crevice untouched, valley of mounds
Shadow warnings by release of sounds
A single illusion of two made whole
Broken pieces of one innocent soul
Hands slither to corrupt with poison
Ruins the flesh for his own reason
Barren exposed, no longer a use
Foolish girl, never to be a muse
I am but a paltry pebble
washed upon the lakeshore.
A tumbled piece of agate.
Simply that and nothing more.
I am but a mere grain of sand
raised from the seabed floor,
sodden from an ocean wave.
Simply that and nothing more.
I am but an insignificant human,
a dinky speck of dust; an eyesore
fleetingly alive upon the Earth.
Simply that and nothing more.
A lazy Sunday afternoon
For reading and reflecting,
For crossword puzzles, Words with Friends
And on-the-phone connecting.
The dreary weather makes me feel
No guilt for staying put.
I did my morning walk so there’s
No goofing off afoot.
Well, maybe just a little bit
For closets should be tackled,
But it’s real nice from chores to be
Just fleetingly unshackled.
Lead me into, the green darkness, under
the nude flames.
It was hurting;the golden sun.
Out of full moon, werewolves would
come out
chasing the flesh, the long limbs
of silence, in asci of fluids, stopped
in tracks.
No seed will grow now in wilderness.
My extended shade becomes anarchic
if fleetingly.
A miracle falling like a hurricane.
Satish Verma
Form:
We persist in running again.
Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds.
Heavy jaws of ruminated
Portions.
Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people,
Ripped members and massacres could
Always and never happen. Our lives
Mean nothing while living in
Tastebuds of animals and those who profit
From our meat and coarse hair.
They fade in our mind, hitherto
We persist in running,
To fleetingly feel alive.
I never appreciate my good health
until I get a disease, illness or infection,
Then I pray and wish and hope to get her back.
She flits away, laughing, for she knows
I never appreciate her when she is here.
I don’t even remember she exists
until I get a disease, illness or infection.
Maybe she has a deal with my body
To upset me every so often, so
I will fleetingly appreciate her for
two seconds when I return to good health.
I am on pause,
an unmanned navigation light,
blinking elsewhere. Seeking a woman
I loved before love became virtual.
She is still there
on a website for all lost
and deleted affairs.
In that vast starry universe
of nothing much, against all odds,
I find her at the edge of an old longing.
No way to download her now,
she passes fleetingly through
my stalled and static mind,
takes once more a none-stop trajectory
through my heart.
Fleetingly the day begins
Clouds roam in and out
Cold air seizes my imagination
Shaken the oak tree melts into the driveway
The cardinal pecks away at a piece of seed
Cat watches with avid interest
Life is tenuous
Storm comes up suddenly
Rain pelts us with ice cold jabs
Warmth was not appreciated until now
Clouds have dissipated
Gray white sky winks angrily
Oak tree disappears
Blurry eyed people are bewildered
How did this happen?
Life is tenuous
when wind blows a gale
leaves pushed pulled tempest tossed
I see life fleetingly aloft and
gone in gasp and gust
when clocks chime and chip away at time
inevitable and intangibly present
it’s the fool’s errand to be angry at an hour
when cars zip like bullets
when plugs crackle into life
when scissors snap too close to skin
when fragile chick plummets from nest
death darts ahead of life
a promiscuous predator circling
circling even as you say you’re leaving