Short Fluted Poems
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time frosted the eyes
put buckshot to his voice box
they still came in flocks
the stage grows smaller
into yesterday they walk
hearts become fluted
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Magpies bring in the dawn
singing fluted chorales
to flock, friends and passers by.
They know friendly faces
in their congregation
carolling, warbling along.
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captured sunset on a plate
flaky, fluted crust
the filling—sweet pumpkin warmth
flavors of autumn
cinnamon and cloves
fork slides through
sigh
New Orleans’ 1962 ostentatious hotel lobby
extravagant crystal fluted chandeliers
highly polished walnut counter tops
opulent Italian marble floors
plush scarlet velvet cushioned couches
swankly brass and glass décor
luxury never seen after nineteen sixty-two
Lemonade flows
fluted fountain
diamond rivers
gentle rainy sprinkles
honey
sweet or sour kisses
dew faeries dancing
opus romance
coveted rose essence
open window
summer breeze
memories
lemony taffy
scented peppermint
sour kisses.
Insane
I turn around
an amputee
to live, for not living
fighting the inner war
speared,
lacerated,
like neanderthal in cave
my weapon
the serrated moon
cried in fluted dark
a glimpse of bare bones
the ash of a bleeding dawn
my shuttered courage
in urn
there was only one evening
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Insane
I turn around
an amputee
to live, for not living
fighting the inner war
speared,
lacerated,
like neanderthal in cave
my weapon
the serrated moon
cried in fluted dark
a glimpse of bare bones
the ash of a bleeding dawn
my shuttered courage
in urn
there was only one evening
SATISH VERMA
Form:
The soft blue fairies sail on azure wings,
All embellished with flower rings
And garments of woven weeds.
Without a sound they come down from above
To the mossy carpet ground they love,
On their tiny blue fairy-winged steeds.
And then they sing and strike up their band,
And dance around, hand-in-hand,
As they blow on their fluted reeds.
Behold, a crack in the sky...
Its a star ! And then it multiplies...
A thousand million
silver twinkling confetti...
Galactical milk in celestial ballet
Your white bedazzle takes the breath away
Soapsudded moon and underwater candellabra
In an ocean of quiet delivery
Oozes a rhapsody, nay a symphony!
Gliding on golden orbital slide
A bridal comet gown on fluted notes
MAGNIFICAT! MAGNIFICAT! MAGNIFICAT!
Limestone-hearted eaten away
by God's eternal, feral rain.
Stalagmite preachers in full royal bloom.
Igniting fanged candles to temper the gloom.
Memories choked with thorny-throated weeds.
Half-hearted souls, blue marbled eulogies...
Truly, time chisels flesh into raw stone.
Fluted memories are forged from the bone.
Snake congregation bearing footfall refrain.
Limestone-hearted forever... a mad harlot to the rain.
A glorious radio symphony begs for attention,
While the lonely heart writes its fluted song
And hopes you hear the melody
It so longs to sing to you.
The autumn air blows free
And joggers with panting brown dogs
Run by windows lined with morning pulled blinds
And fall’s brilliant leaves drifting, drifting, drifting.
While I hide behind the glasses
And watch and wish to say goodbye,
Goodbye to summer’s crush and
Hello to your new and winter capped smile.
Silky soft sand
a zen garden
dutifully raked
organized
but fluid.
Rock solid concrete
a straight sidewalk
purposefully aimed
determined
and rigid.
Silky soft sand
a seaside beach
eternally shuffled
chaotic
but natural.
Rock solid concrete
a fluted pillar
anciently built
weathered
but stoic.
Silky soft sand
a pliable mind
persistently curious
unmolded
and alive.
Rock solid concrete
a zealot view
insistently settled
decided
and dead.
Nestled in the arms of night's embrace
I wait for grievous thoughts to fade
as though they were bubbles popping
one by one, in a fluted glass of champagne
When bold colored memories languish
sepia visions distort my sorrows
and the scars branded across my heart
become blurred by the moon and stars
I'd rather not recall the depths of sorrow
No need for crayon drawings of it all
Time should erase the heartache I feel
but it's moving much too slowly, I think
Brahms Walz in A flat Major OP> Number 15
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Bello, Bello
your turban has come
Bello, Bello
your Turban has come
she bowed her head in
embasserment
the fluted sound whistled
in oour ear
Bello, Bello
your Turban
is here
She wore her brothers pink headdress
when she heard of his
opponet
she bowed her head in shame
he marveled
and stood fast
and she covered her eyes
each moment
thinking her lover
would fall to the champions feet
Firelight warm and welcoming
thick fur rug spread before it
candle lights flickering softy
red wine in tall fluted glasses
Rested on the mantle reflected
in the mirror in hazy tones
casting a soothing atmosphere
with an air of expectancy
The hopes of people now long gone
linger adding a peaceful note
inviting lovers to come in
to dally a few hours away
Step inside relax with some wine
let your mind go off where it will
set yourself free let love take flight
embrace love with an open heart