Short Furled Poems

Each life sight be furled
Something keen and principled
Not owe to the world....

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his furled brow
snowfall not letting up
shovel on standby




Posted on February 24, 2019...

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Though eager
Gusts avail, but yet
This tight-furled sail I don't deploy.
Lo! how often I forget--oblivious to joy....

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The red salvia colors our lawn,
Later their flags are withdrawn
As the winter arrives and destroys
Innocent, red-flower joys....

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Coarse sand / tight brown rills
Hard scree / furled green trails
Fine clouds / light hued kite		
Gull squawks / young man vail...

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Write not when tremors whirl
 
Write not when silence furled
 
Write only when a whisper of pen
 
Speaks
 
Only then, just then...

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Sans your love I deny the world,
          without your smile i fall down,
          I die in silence, almost profound,
          without pomp as a flag furled...

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.. he boasts he's got
the strongest faith and screams:
"Your faith shall save yahh!"


.. he prays it won't rain
as he stands with his cane,
a furled umbrellahh !...

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                                    through lingering day
                                indigo wings careful furled -
                                        twilight melodies...

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he boasts that he's got

   the strongest faith and screams:

      "Your faith shall save yahh!"


he prays it won't rain

   as he stands with his cane,

       a furled umbrellahh !

....

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SAVE OUR WORLD
Is there anything we can do to save our world
Our soul, our heart, our spirit are all furled
The time and space are all just curled
Don't you see the unseen the stone hurled
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando April 23, 2016...

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Sun is losing height, no longer will burn
Umbrellas furled, hats now worn.
Moon will be rising to greet the night,
Making our way home we look a sight
Eyes red, caused by the salt, hair wet from the sea
Remembering though a perfect day, just you and me.

Penned 01/10/2014...

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like a ruderal flower  
thoughts persist 
resilient 
the ultimate foil 
for single marcescent leaf 
that's induvial
as ingrained habits 
distilled 
as a smur alights  
on the minds 
convolute 
like the leaf 
my thoughts furled
I bask in apricity
never to capitulate  
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Life its not always easy
find things you'll love forever
lose things you thought you'd never
feel things you've never felt
deal with things you've never dealt
emotions will come never thought
have to fight things never fought
hardest lesson in the world
is letting out the truth that's furled...

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A child collects some sand with hand
And so he calls it "motherland".

To some sand, castles are built high
Flowers are grown for dewy morn
Flags are furled in cloudy sky
But by fort's flag the flower's forlorn.

Children gather some sand with hands
And so they call it "motherlands"....

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the lives that we touch
kissed with memories
a reminiscence scrapbook
that only I can see
snapshots in my mind
the color starting to fade
edges furled and yellowed
blurred images portrayed
an album that keeps growing
as I journey on life's path
happiness, sometimes sorrow
when my heart looks back...

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Loudly he boasts 
        that he's got the strongest faith
           as ecstatically he exclaims,
              "Your  faith shall save ya!"

             He prays that it won't rain, 
                believing that it won't,
   as he stands there, using as a cane, 
                   a furled umbrella!...

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Daydrift

Sundays leak by
in a persistent drip
of silence..
a twinkling, momentary
refuge from the
noisy world of violence
Sleepy seagulls slip
mounds that shift
restless feathers furled
No traffic, no trucks
no people rushing
and loud
Then all that is left
is a crescent
where stars grow
and fill the sky...

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Sit atop my wings
I'll fly you places 
Show you things

I've been around the world
Just come along
I'll keep you furled

I know just where to go
We won't be rushed 
We'll take it slow

I'll first bring you to France 
We'll nosh on brie
Maybe even dance

As long as you're with me
You'll sip the finest French Chablis...

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Breaking golden dew on green,
As waking notes the red one sings,
Afore furled colors grasping rays,
Breathing new in coalescing sway,
Eyes wet to sweet and shine,
Shadows wane a hushed resign,
Warmth entices open yearning faces,
On flushed plains with prickly graces,
High blue reminiscent a rite before,
Clean brightness on a dusty shore.......

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How graceful the swan’s pose that circles a quay 
Her elegant plumes flitting away, 
To dance as night-tide approaches 
When furled gait twitches, 
In a  bold
Pose!
Stars behold
This charm like a rose,
As waltzes on tides enclose
The bloomed poses of her last display.
How graceful the swan’s pose that circles a quay....

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White rain
Tumbling from an ivory sky
Blanketing a pastel slumber
Clouds cushioning night

Silent lucidity
An alter of tranquility
Baptized by rain drops
Caressing virgin skin

Legs overlapping
A fair maiden's rapture
Forbidden from capture
A beauty furled within

A silhouette
Bathed in serenity
A midsummer’s dream
Nestled in winter’s light...

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M•ostly sugar with some cinnamon and everything nice
O•utstandingly created with sprinkles of salt and pepper too with cajun spice
T•he makings of this beautiful creation by the most high
H•er sweet soul essence is aptly displayed in her twice- 
     baked sweet potato pie
E•arthy, airy, fiery, and watery is how she's furled
R•egally and divinely made, she is a gift to this world...

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leave my clothes furled, dear
for I'm not leaving the monarchy
of your delicate rebellion
so close and yet so far
by the weakly-lit windows of your room 

swimming through
the mistletoe fantasies
you're such a dilettante
and your indigo moods
and your oblivious thistle bloom

you'll be my poison 
and I'll be your antidote
for I'm not leaving the barge, not yet
I'm not leaving the Cawdor Lodge 
no matter what
no more
no more...

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“Who are you?” The boy asked
“Who am I?” replied the girl
This one’s masked
Living a lie, precious pearl

Don’t speak
Don’t breathe
Don’t look

“Please, please don’t leave”

Someone’s dying
Here in this world
Lies to the living
Keeping “his” wings furled

She wants to speak
She wants to breathe
She wants to be seen

But she’ll live how they want
She’ll wither and die
She’ll see the cruelties of truth
And hide from the light...

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