Short Glowering Poems

black sky
glowering
swallowing light
charging the humid air 
looming 
 

What I would write for picture 3...

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Inverted glowering 
CHAOS
retrograde introspection
delve into contentment
in places
Cimmerian of past

©2016dedhedpoet
Andrea Travis...

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Man with a magic.
Glowering,evil-looking.
Some magic within.

Days and nights practiced.
Sometimes hungry, thirsty, parched.
Never giving up....

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Angels with majesty sing out loud.
Foolish antics drawing a great crowd.
Some cast down to the fiery below.
Others remained. It's these that glow....

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I can feel it glowering 
Slow is the burn 
Just simmering low
Deep down in my soul 
It threatens to burst out 
And to loose control

The fire has always been there
Even when beaten down
Threatening to be smothered 
But it still burns
And it waits.....

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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The earth is cold
distant fires burn--
icy arrows
pierce my sullen body
and the emptiness
becomes unbearable.

Without her
the wind
is my enemy
and the glowering
sky suggests
her absence.

I seek warmth
in my moribund cave
thawing my brain with firewater
waiting for the 
alienating glaciers
to thaw....

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Confused arising  
Seeking, searching, scrutinizing. . .
Succeeding.
Conniving, cutlasses, smirking swords;
Silently mocking, laughing at my doom.
Glaring, glowering, with a gleam in their eye.
Eerie eye patches, sneering smiles;
Sinisterly scheming, anticipating gloom.
Creeping, crawling, cringing. . .
Complete. 
Concrete awakening....

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From my bathroom throne
		I overlook heads of trees
		men for all seasons
		who sway and still
		like felt and feathered burghers
		dependent on his lordship’s
		words.

		In glowering times
		they cloak themselves in mist,
		hiding like fleshless nerves
		from courts and kings
		and the kings’ best choristers
		the birds....

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All embracing swirling cloud

Below a leaden sky.

A fleeting glimpse of hidden fells,

Shadows, reaching high.

Towering grey sentinels,

Guardians of the land.

In the cloud, and glowering gloom

Unerringly they stand.

Oh but when revealed to us

Beneath a cobalt sky,

Ne'er has such beauty fell

Before a mortal eye....

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Stars ~ swept across the sky to where you are,
swept across the plain, like some full field in flowering,
swept across my mind, like newness towering ~

My love, some gracious airing, spacious and of powering,
as nothing hindering for its devouring,
and then it is at last, the truth so scouring ~

That love itself, consumes the lovers ~ glowering!...

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Discordant scissors cuts a ribbon
Pleasure of a man destroys
Nature bows to indiscretion
Reality deceit deploys

With glee, they break the ground
To set an edifice to man’s ambition
Forever ruined with proposition 
Field and flowers sacrificed

Breached to bent insanity
Evolves a place profaned
Glowering graceless vanity
Imprisons the insane...

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Self, is near—
From that internal glowering;
A night before. A.M. vague
Made the habit—
Now all's up in the sandy mist

Settling around me, as
The morning blooms open up to my reverie, while
I number odds in cafe grounds.
(Peak of perfection)
I'm swelling inside.

Saved to just be me
In the jolt—
Tender, random, heated;
Pushing on the planet; I'm now following
Its orbit, finally....

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A glowering patchwork of a man
          Chin like the Yucatan
Edges his oak-soaked way toward me
          Imitating nightmares
Bitter cedar emanating from him
          In cringing solvent snares

On his lips is a fusion of shame
          In cauterising flame
Falling porcelain leaves surround us
          Autumn exudes the past
The fugue of memory no chasm
          Our speech returns at last...

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I live my life
on paper trails.

It stacks
back to back
in glowering towers.

It crouches and glares
in menacing reproach

or slides, glides
and scatters far and wide.

It clutches and hides 
treasures, just beyond my reach.

It comes to me on rubber wheels
and leaves in black plastic bags
or dies in the shredder.

Put your ink to paper
and send it on to me.

Perhaps your words
will wrestle their way 
into my heart.

Perhaps not....

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INFLUENTIAL STRAINS

 this legacy
exuberant
recherche
    collude
the deliberate needs
an arcadia
inhabited
by
   primal beauty
darkened 
  glowering
reminiscent of
  decay

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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I know like a solvable sum
Every Samson’s riddle bum
Roaming our banal slum
Besides my tricky chum
With his insincere dum-dum–dum!
Not in his favor
His ear- assaulting chewing gum,
A thing to not savor
His disquieting rum…

If not slapping some drum,
Strangers asking where they came from,
Glowering at the seemingly dumb. 
Sometimes, touching tunes does hum 
But with a face decidedly glum
And not infrequently hitting his mum
For recklessly postponing his plum.

....

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How bright and jovial is the summer sun
Promising life and fertility
How different the October one
Dealing death and aridity
No longer do we espy a golden glow
Now there is but a dark blood red orb hanging low
Cyclopean with its brooding ,glowering glare
Sinister in its Saturnine stare
It is but the harbinger of a deathly gloom
There to lead Persephone down to her Plutonian tomb
There she will,with Demeter's reluctant assent,stay
Until the shoots of spring come out to play....

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