Short Grander Poems
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My ethereal eyes
gaze the night sky;
the moon and the stars;
clustered brilliance;
crowned with glory and grander
and I wonder-
wonder with awe.
A brazen chime, did eyes fare grander?
Her inward jazz, knowing--love me now.
O patient, quiet reins
Save tomorrow
Under violet's waltz.
Xerxes' yelping zenith.
In suit of orange, he strides the scene
With tweets like whirling winds, sharp and keen
Promises made to sweep the debris
A tumultuous path to a grander decree
© daniel miltz
Of a foaminess hung
Rose-round, odorous
Or what, ivy-musty, a sturdy
Held up ruin pose as
No grander is one led
Nor quite as gracious
Up paths, though rough, to doors, though warped
Than neath one's bricked mass.
The grander dreams you dream, the higher you must soar.
to overcome your fate; the journey, you'll adore.
But dream just timid dreams and if your fate you dreamt,
your dreams will all come true, with nothing to attempt.
wonders of wonders
glorious greatness golden
imaginations
I see it now wow
promises grander so pure
imaginations
open up your mind
get involved with your dreams now
imagine you do
6/23/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The death of my cat
is grander than my entire life,
And his very first cry
is stronger than my very first love.
Look upon this, O humans—
Your grand sorrows are, after all,
nothing but mere footprints
beneath the soft jelly of his paws.
I love to read
To hide in the depths of a
great story
With drama outside my own life
Pretending their existence is much
worse than mine
I dismiss my own troubles in order
to dive into the turbulent waters
of a grand stage
and an even grander life.
This night-
Will always shine,
Far grander than the sheen,
Charmed from the street by your green eyes...
My love.
An American Beauty: Write Like Adelaide Contest
11 Jan 2015
Hill by hill, a travail climbing.
Which new outlooks give birth to
Wider, brighter, a mountain valley's.
Deep sighing, as we breathe through.
On a grander appreciative scale
Those life-stepped that culminate
Heaven-reached, soul-released, eying
Earth; rained on compassionate.
He rode a twisted trail,
He lied a tortured, fact-faked tale
Of Jesse James and unexpected shames
Of Quantrill’s carnage, powder-smoke and flames.
He wasn’t who he said—
He wasn’t Jesse James, long dead
But something gaudier and grander yet
Imposter-champion none can forget.
Puzzle pieces here,
Assorted bits;
A grander sphere
To fashion fit.
So much to squeeze,
An awkward lot;
Watch that odd breeze
As unease dots.
Can troubles fit
Such curious waste?
Watch bland odd wit
Arouse strange haste.
Leon Enriquez
20 December 2017
Singapore
I carve and cut my quarters from a cork tree
Intermittently pausing to assess my progress
Young yet yellowing Yggdrasil on the Yangtze
Getting grander but perishing in the process
Good God gaze at this gape and give a guarantee
Don't let me regress, digress, transgress, or obsess
4-17-2020
NO GREATER BEAUTY
No greater beauty hath these eyes seen,
No grander vista nor ocean scene,
No better metaphor could Rumi find,
Nor Browning a more perfect rhyme…
No sweeter music hath graced these ears
No absolute truth could be as clear
Than the golden soul light I did view
In your eyes when you said “I see you”.
LIFE
ONE DAY RIGHT INTO THE NEXT
LIFE
EACH DAY IS PART OF A GRANDER TEXT
MOMENTS
CAN YOU LEAFN TO SAVOR EACH ONE ?
MOMENTS
SO MANY MEANINGFUL BEFORE EACH DAY IS DONE
TIME
HOW DO YOU MEASURE IT'S ONGOING SPAN ?
TIME
A DWARFED THING IN THE PALM OF GOD'S HAND
LIFE
MOMENT BY MOMENT RIGHT INTO THE NEXT
LIFE
Emotional funeral for lost relevance.
Days, nights, years of abuse, and misuse.
endured nightmares as apprentices.
With the utterly shifting views, this is confusing.
Yet, nothing is grander to me than this existence.
I would like to chase it after being oozed.
Beyond gaining affection for my muse.
Listen to poem:
in the chill of morning air
a presence surreal yet tangible
its silence a fulfilled longing
as the sun begins to rise
life in all its glory revealed
within a grander plan
still the cynic caterpillar
refuses to believe
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~WHAT IF THIS IS ALL THERE IS~ 2023
AP: 3rd place 2021
A fearful, jagged place
Yet wondrous to the eye.
A place for hardy mountaineers,
The Black Cuillins of Skye.
No place for the timid
Imposing in their might,
But to stand and look upon
There's ne'er a grander sight.
Interlopers amid rolling hills
A ridge of fierce repute,
Standing aloof, magnificent
They challenge rope, and boot.
Lost my appetite for life
A simplex you call depression
All breathe to ride for what?
A rage of hormone induced default
Exposing lies much grander than the skies
Unnatural, all just a fallacy
Nothing can be done
Hanging on a nightmare
Eyes open, lies exposed
All stitching leaves more scars
All exposed, will you call me crazy?
Watch me
This is an event grander than any other.
A friend of mine has become a grandmother.
A girl was born to her son and daughter-in-law.
This is the cutest baby anyone ever saw.
Eight pounds, nine ounces, and fifty-one centimeters in length,
this baby girl named Ashley is the picture of strength.
This is a most blessed event.
There is a new life on the Australian continent.
If only
I could color the darkness
nod and smile, understand it.
If only
I could squint and see my path
not beg
every breath to be my humane euthanasia.
If only
I could be less afraid
made of grander things
than the pebble that is my soul.
If only
I could burst the bubble I occupy,
instead of being
I could not be.
Is that an option I can have?
What appears to the eye
uncovers the soul
with infinite truths
of both light and black
Hearts cling too dearly
to their perished flames
Sailing wept waters
that stream slowly aback.
We live and die as one
fruit of prized passions
that bind and blind us
on some grander scale
Questions soar through seasons
Obscure, unanswered
Shielding the secrets
only love should unveil.
Form:
Consciousness, the spark within our minds,
Unveils the world where meaning finds.
It weaves our thoughts and shapes our view,
An inner light, both old and new.
With it, we ponder life's grander schemes,
Reflecting on all our hopes and dreams.
Through consciousness, we sense and feel,
The joys, the sorrows, all that's real.
It lets us know our very being,
In every moment, metaphysical.
Within the moving mirror of life
I'll often lose my face
And pebbles I've collected in my hands
Dust into the air like meaningless seekers
Like the lot of us
Who have trouble settling into the everydayness
Where clouds reflect over water
Where my face becomes a grander sum of the self
Where nothing ever dies
And what's lost is nudged by nature
to be found in the puddles where clouds live.
As we go about our day
do we see what he made?
Do we stop and gaze
or continue through the maze
of our life.
His grander
is all around
as we wonder
through our days.
The sun in its array
the night filled with stars
the peaceful sounds.
As we go day
to day
go hand
In hand
with the lord.
He will guide
you in the way
to go in the maze.
If we stray
we can pray
to find our way
back his way.