Short Fold Poems
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my clothes dryer...
cleaning out its
belly button
The homeless slept out in the cold
Because all the preachers loved gold
Until they could see
Its better to be
Pocketing large banknotes that fold
Fold in and away
Clouds of my soul drift and sway
Koi in deep waters.
(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
when, by the hint of smile in your eyes,
you welcomed me as part of your 'us' ,
invited me to belong to your 'we' ,
I ceased being I, myself, me.
y'all can have your 100
I'm seeking a higher plain in life
I'm striving for
200
a faithful servants reward, FOR MY LIFE
8/26/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©
A ram ready to love the wind in the tree
Roused by the action of the sea
Intellectual walker on a tightrope of glee
Emotional and warm as honey fanned bits bee
Stinging fire to the eyes, preserving privacy
Couldn’t fold what was out there
Underneath
Long enough to keep it hidden
And I spilled it carelessly
Hoping for a remedy
To soothe what couldn’t be
Relieved
And found salvation
In the palm of your
Hands
Form:
multiple, risings
brighter than a thousand suns
those electric lights
~
currents thousand fold
radiant brightly shines bold
atomic fusion
7/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
He who gives
to the needy
lends to
the Lord
What the moment
forgets
Heaven
remembers
Fortuitous
bounty
awaiting
us all
When giving
not taking
eternity
— tendered
(First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)
I'll never look back
I don't want to see
You're still waiting for me
Secrets
Meant to be Kept
Never will be
From prying eyes
I'll go alone
To escape being told
It was a mistake
No aesthetic expression for selfishness
Even with all
The inhibitions'
And repercussions' for
Us all,
The world is regent'
And eventually must
Be fall
Be it God's work
Admit the Devils'
Peril, Yes
We shall see
A new world
GF
Rainy days are fun, except for me who catches a cold,
Rainy days are winter's best friends, they fit like a mold,
Droplets in rhythm, I long for a flood,
I get a shower,but end up in a fold.
The walls are four-square grange-hall
brown. We sit in folding chairs engineered
to hold a body in place. We sit here
like the law of possession.
Could I wither into a seed so small
I’d not be seen? Could I find a plot of soil
where I might grow?
Heart’s Fold
Between the chapters
of before and after---
memorial’s rose
A withered reminder
still holding its scent
caressed in pages
that still remember
love lent
Between the paragraphs
of now and then---
heart’s fold
© Debra Squyres 2015
plain wooden cross
atop
tired
ethereal chapel
unkempt
courtyard
crushed dreams
of detached young
10/7/2020
Writing Challenge - Septolet Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I've eaten enough stars in my dreams to know that the wishes leave a unique aftertaste. Something akin to spoiled blueberries and lilypads. I knew my dreams were vivid but this is too much for my stomach to handle. I wake up as if I were falling, losing last night's dinner on the way down.
Climate change, a threat!
All bookies odds are odds-on,
Would one want to bet?
Look, can you not see sorrow?
Climate change a threat!
Wildlife, that was, disappeared!
No good now regret!
Natures warnings all denied!
Build your own rocket.
The clock near to striking doom!
Climate change a threat!
Form:
C-ome into the fold,
H-ome of the true sheep;
A-lmighty God is calling you, so wake up from your sleep.
P-romises of the Lord
A-re reserved only for the flock;
C-losed door of the heart
H-as finally been unlocked.
E-ternal life is in store,
C-herish the faith more than gold;
O-n the twenty-fifth of May, come into the fold.
With these eyes, I can see
That you are stunningly beautiful.
With these ears, I can hear
The kindness in your voice.
With these nostrils, I can smell
The aroma of your presence.
From head to toe, I can feel
The warmth of your loving touch.
With my myriads of taste buds, I can
Taste the sweetness of your spirit.
R-emain inside the fold,
H-andle your faith with care;
E-vade the false religions
A-nd wrong ways everywhere.
C-hrist has built His Church,
A-iming to save mankind;
B-e firm and steadfast
I-n leaving the evil behind.
L-et the thirtieth of June
E-nhance the hope you hold;
S-tay strong in truth and love, remain inside the fold.
heart pierced by
the intensity of your eyes
the depth of your soul
wasteland of love
fold your knife
let us unite
your hair
aroma of virgin
coconut oil
and sandalwood
thick and curly
fold your knife now
let us be one
break your roots
forgive the past
your lips twisting
meat of pink
fold your knife
let us explore
unseen heaven
Form:
say what you will
in the guarding of ages
protecting the old
from the new of the young
they never stand still
these modern day sages
proclaiming the bold
with the measure of none
these garden gates
swing wide the hinges
to free the young
from the rust of the old
time will not wait
for this day to begin with
an invitation to come
join in the fold
every fold
every curve
deep mystery
green verve
as the eyes
roam the summits
beauty turns up
shapes allure
waves rising
clouds on mounds
waves descend
fogs in the waist
ascent and descent
an exciting dance
once over
a deep trance
uphill journey
downward return
cups of tea
thorns and flowers
deep in the gorges
Babylonian darkness
your and mine
for a bath in light
Listen to poem:
In Heavens Fold
David J Walker
The last voice he heard
Or hand upon him felt
The last brush of fingers
Through his hair in
Loving grooming dealt
The last smile his eyes
Before the night would see
Before the calling
To the light of eternity
The loving grasp to steady
His last step
From daughter to
His mother’s side now swept
in loving arms the father/son
Now kept
In heavens fold
You've been sucked into the black hole of yourself.
The laws of love and self-respect are displaced.
By cinderblocks, soot, and indifference.
A drunkard's facade, where flowers never grow.
Your puffy yellow chick will follow you into your hell.
It has no choice. It's trapped in your free-fall.
Until it grows old enough to retrieve its wings from your darkness.
Until then, it will suffer...ten-fold.