Short Focussed Poems
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FIGURISTA
existing
where
what you see
focussed
is
what you get
as
it really
looks
representational
infused
with
reality
of
the everyday
P eople with belief
A scribing to a cause
S pirited in action
S trongly focussed without pause
I ntense of feeling
O bsession that overawes
N ever straying - ALWAYS yours.
The house is warm,
But I feel so cold.
Without your love,
I grow so old.
Without your smile,
A focussed light.
I feel I may,
I feel I might,
Begin to fade,
And slowly die.
Without your side,
Right by my side.
CHARACTERISTICS
a dedicated
focussed
display
appeared
en tempo
side by side
in
situ
a
seductive
vista with
in vogue
contrasting
hues
a
bathetic
flotilla
with
a surreal
oblivion
tender
&idiosyncratic
in
elicit
mellow
moments
LASER
Laser beam you are so focussed
All I wish is to be like you
Single colour uni-directional
Every life's path I wish be so
Ray of coherent energy with uses plenty wish I
tune my life like you!
© Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
31st August 2015
I suffered,he laughed
I filled up his voids, he created mine.
I looked for roses,he gave cactus
I looked only for his heart,he focussed on my body
I healed all those stitches,he gave me wounds..
I ignored him,he started following
I left him,he cried
I didn't hold any grudges,he holds guilt.
thru
the keyhole
of domestic
virtue
a woman
sits
questioning
concerned
a focussed
intimacy
of
the
eternal
nature
unguarded
moments
generational
& contemporary
through the
ages
ADVOCATIONS
accentuate
& emamate
in subtle
tonality
demonstates
magnetic
pomp
contemplates
significance
suspended
interwined
&irregular
in
organic
automuny
installed
wide open
with
focussed
sensations
&
impacts
fleeting
thoughts
with
explicit
feelings
to
transcend
the
entire
ensemble
HOMAGE TO OTHERNESS
cultural
preserves
in
ambitious
secondary
reproductions
& reservations
imitate
the
inevitable
thematic
choices
with
distinctive
paraphrased
oblique
adaptations
apparently
& unusually
plausibly
unadulterated
yet
conspicuous
focussed
perceptions
isolated
conduits
of frontal forms
poses portrayed
figurative
fantasies
finessed
obsessed introspectives
intense
expressive lines
in focussed reflections
silhouetted studies
fleshed out
sensual depictions
emphasised
in
precocious
pictorial perceptions
Massachusett's Willianm Cullen Bryant
The first 'All American' poetic giant;
with verses in 'American English'
Focussed the new nation's eyes
as his poetry became widely recognised.
Bryant(1794-1878) found fam with 'to a Waterfowl' & 'The Prairies' & also helped lay the
foundations for 'American' poetry as well as creating Central Park NY
TOKENS OF RECOGNITION
in
delicate
persuasive
discussion
give
negligible
differentials
momentum
remains
juxtaposed
in
genuine
radiance
expounded
dimension
interpreted
in
gestures
with
focussed
recipient
iconic
quotations
to
experience
&enable
isolate
ambitious
individuality
It sticks to the underside
of what's out there,
a shadow
on the other side of knowing,
waiting, growing
and creeping closer
when eyes are focussed
elsewhere. It prefers
not to have a name.
One day, it will break cover
and pounce or slip quietly
through an unguarded gate.
Only then will you be able
to give it a name
and by then
it will be too late.
LETTERINGS
expressing
the
vulnerable
impressions
in
a
customary
sophisticated
interplay
surfaces
draped
frozen
in contrasts
natural
unaware
as
light
dispenses
mercy
intimidation
subordinate
to
aesthetics
focussed
then
parting
with
passions
enslaced
albeit
leaning
toward
longing
&parting
&desire
underlining
in
solitary
fragmentd
desolate
glimpses
met head on
Boys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses??
----------------------------------------Focussed Love-------------------
Her gorgeous eyes
jeopardize men,
in ties of love.
Glasses she wore
to abhor them,
ignore passes
Focused lens woo,
inside view deep
"I too love you".
Dated 30th January, 2019
Than Bauk Poetry Contest
Sponsor Charles Messina
Syllable Counter of poetrysoup 4 in each of 9 line
IF IT WASN’T FOR POETRY
If it wasn’t for poetry, I’d be free
Not a reluctant slave to my muse
Yet with just one occasional verse
The universe suddenly is focussed
Words that singly lacked meaning
Can combine and multiply emotion
Such that it made one draw breath
Seeing a glimpse of something real
That would not otherwise be born
Nor inspire some unknown reader
Perhaps even unaware of the craft
With a link across time and space
Days end and I want
the last light to be
as it is, unfiltered,
not focussed through me -
to fall softly on the joyous
feet of children wading
the shallows
and on the kind faces
of people who smile
as they pass me
on the promenade.
I want the light
to illuminate the perfection
of the moment,
its oblique angle to shine
into the places within me
that have been
in shadow for so long
and its warmth
to linger there
all through
the long night.
Hidden in the shadow,
I feel safe and alone,
As the projecting sun,
Has no devious tone.
The helios intends light,
And only opaque objects,
Obstruct form and trueness,
Being as harmless as insects.
I can be completely myself,
In the shadows minute light,
No focussed, angled camera,
To rectify, scold and fright.
Waiting for them each day,
At four, halfers or five o’clock,
They’re so warmly relational,
About my wayward block.
5th November 2015