Short Formerly Poems

inner city vacant lot
   a diamond in the rough

     3/23/2023...

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Tyrannosaurus!
Formerly an ancient King,
  Now wooden sculpture......

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this one bedroom suite
formerly a dream deferred 
now a scene so real...

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Sway,
Left to right,
In an array of love formerly unseen;
Love it,
Grasp it....

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A wall of printer's blocks, in rows, in ink, in metal, wood
Jumbled letters, thoughts exploded, chaos in unsteady line's eyes
with dusty vacancy slots formerly spelling: "I love you"....

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Time:

Past formerly
Present occurrence now and
Future subsequent.


Space:

Cavity margin 
Dimensions in which all things 
Exist continuous.


Written: 10/23/15 ...

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Sometimes we are compelled to move on in life,
physically and/or mentally, because of circumstances, 
when our deepest heart's longing is to remain in a space
formerly occupied by a soul now passed.

Copyright, 8-24-14
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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fragile rice papers
cling to a thrashed wicker wall
and silent gazes
kanji-stained blots become buds
some bloom into ureshii


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1.  "Ureshii" means happiness (Japanese).
2.  Formerly titled Minamisanriku's List....

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It's like breathing for the first time
In three long years.
It's like seeing for the first time,
No longer looking through tears.
It's like laughing for the first time
Without the burden of worry.
It's kind of like finding
The woman formerly known as me....

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Born Malcolm Little, Malcolm X,
Formerly known as "Detroit Red," was fiery and complex.

 An American Muslim Minister and Human Rights Activist
  He became disillusioned as Elijah Muhammad's loyalist


Date written: 08/22/2019...

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LOVE KNOT?

There once was a girl who was smitten,
On a guy she always was hittin’.
He threw her a rope,
Which gave her some hope,
Until she saw how it was fittin’.



[Just a few changes -- new title, two changed words.  Makes all the difference, doesn't it?]...

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Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016


77 Feels Like, 
Going From Fine China 
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;

The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items 
I’m found without appetency for.
C/enter>...

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Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016


77 Feels Like, 
Going From Fine China 
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;

The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items 
I’m found without appetency for.
...

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The starlight from the past
reaches our eyes.
When was that moment,
that brief sidereal glow?
When that shining wake
really slipped
along the galactic boundaries?
Light, distance and time
are showing their arcane
and we astonished are observing now
what formerly happened.

Marco...

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I like a challenge, me
it helps me get up in the morning. 
So your categories gave me the idea
of writing formerly for them.

With different rules to follow
With my own life, it kinda' agrees
I'd say it's an extended metaphor
but there's no tick box for allegories

So I'll start with a stop....

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Retrace your steps - look back - perhaps
what you thought gone was just misplaced.

Re-read the signs, review the maps,
retrace your steps. Look back, perhaps.

You may find something in the scraps
of loss you formerly embraced.

Retrace your steps, look back. Perhaps
what you thought gone was just misplaced....

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Black canvas
Curved space
Sterling stars
Evolved grace
Painted planets
Yellow sun
White noise
Prodigal son
Bleeding brushes
Dripping plight
Solemn strokes
Sequestered light
Turgid sky
Acid rain
Burning questions
Dangling reigns
Charcoal commandments
Acrylic themes
Smeared signature
Scientific schemes...

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2am

In a lost world
vineyards doze
	      fatigued anticipation
of the next poem
or next breath

Until then
I breathe for you
my brother

I breathe and dream
as best one can
for maladies to fly away

and poets to soar in skies
of imaginations
where we are formerly introduced
	by Nuwas

us two...

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Tomorrows sunshine a fingertip away;
A tentative soul willing to play;
A soul laid bare, fully exposed;
Formerly withdrawn, but now unclothed;
Through night to dawn;
Through black to white;
Through pain to pleasure; 
Through death to life;
Merged and committed;
For your love.




Nick Evans
07 November 2015...

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Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter; known as just Beyoncé
Formerly a "Destiny's Child"; her mononym rhymes with fiancé

Much more than "Sasha Fierce", she's the wife of rapper, Jay-Z
A behemoth of a songstress, undeniably R&B's reigning queen bee



Date written and posted: 04/28/2019...

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There was a Rubenesque gypsy from France,
Who made love to all the pirates of Penzance!
Alas~condemned to walk the plank.
Till she flashed her voluptuous, sun-tanned flank!
Captain so pleased~no plank,just asked,
His "Sea Biscuit" to dance! 


July 11, 2019
8:20pm PST


Formerly entitled His Sea Biscuit...

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Close to the moonlight

I place my verse

they are still deficient

when compared to your love

 moonlight is meant for the night,

your words for the millions

my poetry for you

we are [ moonlight and my words] your slaves….


Dedicated to Wayne Hill...who was formerly known as Michael Wayne on Poetry soup...

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All these stars
to choose from
a fantasy of beacons
which tell the
story of you
and they twinkle
they shine
they brighten
up corners of my
mind formerly
darkened with
doubt
fear
worry
these gems fill
my head and
illuminate my thoughts
until they shine
on every aspect
of you.


(click on the pic to buy my poetry book!)...

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Lovers past I see so clearly,
They are implanted in my mind.
He nuzzles her neck quite dearly.
Her beauty, rare, and hard to find
Their devotion, one of a kind.

He saw her not as love, but mate,
She observed this transforming trait.
There were truths he began to bend-
This revolution changed their fate.
Now their shared bond could never mend....

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Pastoral Hymn


Formerly, one knew on sight the ones
who walked with economic purpose.
One had criteria: the color
of their robes, the meter
of their stroll, the semaphore of their
cosmetic blare.
One knew that night for them was dawn,
that night lit bright their signal.
Today, my pastor claims, 
one must inquire of them all.


Donal Mahoney...

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