Short Glassed Poems
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I sail
in my dream world
on waters glassed
towards my own true north
the wind fills billowing sails
as birds glide
My soul
Glassed
In a translucent dream
Fixed
To the mirror of your eye
Seeing
Right through me
Having full control
The peephole
To my soul
The sparrow
in coated bud tree
balls its body
to energy
& leaps
from branch
as if
from a trapeze
into gold-glassed
morning sky
clean & cold
in cloudless
horizon.
cobweb faerie with your moonlit hair
your stain glassed wings make white seem bare
as delicate a faerie as we have ever seen
to the moon light eve you bring a gorgeous sheen
The sparrow
in frost coated
red bud tree
balls its body
to energy
& leaps from branch
as if from a trapeze
into gold-glassed
morning sky
clean & cold
in cloudless
horizon.
Nothing too clear
Is kept in mind.
But when by what most precious of
Glassed pond confined
These her fair traits
Come flooding back.
As striking, for colour and movement
Its goldfish pack.
Locked as deep away
What's yet glassed each day
Thought-secure and thought-serene
For world, sense- blurred.
Too grim overcast.
Or blows up too fast.
For a weather-type, down there
What all have incurred.
As comforted by, Autumn eve
With it, approaching
Choice grim hansom requested of
The sombre-inclined.
Aptly quaint, to be enclosed
And snuck away in
Misty-glassed, puce velvet-hung, down
Dim pasts that does wind.
Its splendour of descending
A sky window's
Crazy glassed view
Bettered, and for what's but felt
Hearts, cool blown through.
Day of its fire is ending!
More sun's, spewed forth
For wrath, more vile!
Each street, so worked up, west-faced
Refreshed does smile.
No tweet's lack, no wind's slackness
Is behind this hush.
Awe. Multiple-eyed; dew-moist.
Earth's. Sprigged, leaved and grassed.
Man, having, what in the soul
Lights, diviner, faith
Snuffed out, for a face of dread
As it were drained of
This of its hallowing love
Shows what's harder glassed.
Baker
of fresh baked goods
cakes, pies, tarts, doughnuts, more
placed outside his store in glassed shelves,
customers stood outside his door, until--
he opened up and sold galore,
till there was none to sell,
sorry said the,
baker.
2019 September 27
howmanysyllables
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Lone left Earth: "would you deny
A fancied one
That look of admiration
Deserving of?"
Again; more perplexed than sad:
"No more please you?
Who, vowing it, has stayed true
Beauty for love".
Please, I beg, with this teared rain
Through swirled gusts quit.
Believe, here what's glassed, smile-lit
None can remove.
Will be some all ,
not before a later but through a hater
cried people be got into the crowds
but coward deeper sea there at the droughts .
Won’t seem to be felt soft
but a believer
as the day’s brightness lost
but not forever .
Evil rising kisses the cold dark of “one faced”
that a smiling liar when seen
and “a glassed doer” what keen
on some all .
Form:
blue
i once knew you
saw you behind
eyes glassed by
rage- or maybe
lust, i wouldn't
know.
green
the shiny sheen
melting down my
porcelain face-
disgraced.
red
storms, gasps of
pumping blood
pissing on the
god of love.
purple
rose clusters
on the flesh
buttons pressed
in sequence-
(inside, outside)
gold
streams of light
contrasting with
the stains left by
the night.
Tick Tock
Miracle Man
10/12/2024
We live our lives each day on the clock,
one eye on the future the other the past.
Our past we can’t alter but we take stock,
our future we find our vision is glassed.
So we learn to live each day as it arrives,
leaving earlier paths we’ve tread behind.
Content with burial in memories archives,
for now, in today, we’re presently confined.
Swelling tide billows in with ultimate force,
insulting bronze sandy shoreline on its course.
Tossing creatures about in brine water home,
mixing, churning into a white frothy foam.
Against blue horizon velvet waters peer to merge,
illusion vanishes with every sea wavelet surge.
Eyes search far beyond azure ocean so vast,
replicates placidity recently glassed….
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Days move so quickly, gone lightening fast
I blinked once, and four decades were in my past
Never found the words to tell you, nothing is ever left to last
Standing in this shadow, yet still another cast
Would it be better if I just kept my feelings glassed?
Even with all the recoil, I just face the endless backblast
Emptiness of missing you, however unsurpassed
Perhaps in this life's cell, I'll experience a neuroblast
Glassed Waters
Heavy Cobalt
Bejeweled of morning star
Mirroring beauty
Tranquil Waters
Azure eyed
Life of only this moment
Presuming nothing
Allayed Waters
Emerald warmth
Splashing of morning glory
Animated Verve
Sweet Waters
Cooling Jade
Scented deep in spring rain
Swelling rebirth
Still Waters
Sapphire subtle
Filling drops of gentle ardor
Granting hope
One by one
leaves had gone,
several and many times.
Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind
was ready to walk.
In inward aloneness
to know the roots.
You look straight into the eyes of primeval
suffering. Under a cramped disguise of happiness,
behind the glassed life.
For the clawed, weeping silences
who had turned away from the shrill voices.
Night of burns,
and promised beach of immortality
shoulder to shoulder.
SATISH VERMA
Morning Thoughts
By: Miracle Man
1-10-2020
This morning,
Shadows from days gone, whisper past;
Of other times, other people, other places.
“Dust Bunnies” from psyche’s unswept corners,
where so long they’ve rested undisturbed.
Some so vague they no longer have faces,
just names, or circumstances.
I sit, eyes half glassed, bathing in thoughts
that crawl across my mind like a Snail,
and now vanishing with the speed of a Cheetah.
ode to shadows
as i peer out the glassed portières
penumbral visitations mock me; dare they
deign to scare this parched crypt of
adrenaline and cortisol, usurped by unquiet
scourges over lifetimes' rebirth?
steps shifting in the dark, familiar and
beloved; the shushing and stirring, commit
to draw me near; umbral amici and i
provide a panoply o'bosky trappings f'thee
a joinin' we, or off to obscure pastures
to wee thee pants for eternity!
The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy,
and through them they were still smiling,
not caring for the bitter cold,
in defiance of the delayed spring,
Because they knew,
It could not wash away their colors,
It could not cover their bare shoulders.
As you know, I am fasting today
And fasting was never a lighter chore for me
Craving sugars, coffee mugs, all those, all of these
Serenity prayer, and I kept myself ongoing.
Every fever has a hype, this one too.
I just thought that the thermometer was a gift
a glassed space with mercury indicator
to remission the degree of expiation
the world needs.
Though, the world, I thought, is still in the first phase
phase I construction zone, happening in mind space.