Short Imagines Poems

All iteration
Is insistent
The instant
One imagines
The immaculate
Implied by one's
Own imagination....

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In front of a still blank paper
   the poet imagines poetic movements
      watching leaves in the wind,...

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Your sight excites me
The thought of you imagines
That joy is waiting
In your presence I can be
Existentially content...

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RUMINATION OF A ROSEBUD

Spring imagines
the thorns in her stem
why provoke far season

6/5/2017...

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Not everything she touches
        turns gold ... but everything
        she imagines and does, shines,
        sparkles ...!...

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She insists
that hate only contrives opposites
When it strikes 
an intricate other takes over
Creates the requisite her,
and imagines it live...

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The dull moon hung itself 
Above the old blue house 
And no new love can be found-
The old man without a clue imagines wealth 
He knows how the bluebirds sound...

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She returned to savor her childhood dreams
    the flowers by the brook, the trees by the stream

  She found a paved road, a boarded-up cabin
    her depth of despair, no developer imagines...

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Sammy Jo’s photographer’s heart captures the seagull in flight
Her mother has collected seagulls since the seventies
She imagines her mother declaring this a masterpiece
she adores her daughter’s skills...

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Selfish and barbaric,
wrong and stupid
the one who only supplies
of himself thinking
conceive of everything... !
How little is it
this ideologic stature,
  how is it phenomenal
this obscurantism... !...

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She looks down at the street
As the rain fall
Busy cars passes by
As her mind drifts
She imagines dragons
All small or tall
And fairies are walking
Carrying gifts

James Cottrell
VISUAL OF A VERSO
8/19/2015...

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Kept now as a shrine
His mother often visits
And recalls finding him there
She touches the rope
That bit deeply in his flesh
Sits on the chair he stood on
Imagines the scene
As he kicked the chair away
Suicide note in the bin...

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When one imagines
And one is in sadness
The time for madness
Will come like snow
Slowly growing larger
And one tends to depart
Into a voyage of the mind
To subseed into sorrow
And wonder if he´s life
Is madness, or madness
His life....

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Guess

Two kids
on the streets
no truce
no peace
big hearts
small feet
clean eyes
big grief.

Two kids
walking alone
no one in sight
no hand to hold
how will they make it?
where will they go?
no one imagines
nobody knows. 

Jessica...

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He pretends to be what he is not,
a borrowed reality shapes his suit,

cuts his cloth. He imagines himself
reflected in mirroring eyes.

A sad story
one we all have all put together
from clouds and cobwebs.

Let us hope we have liars
for friends....

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My mind imagines her traveling through the galaxies
passing through the many worlds she forgot she new.
Remembering perhaps a unicorn upon whose back she once road.
Here in this universe of which I dwell she serves as memory;
In which I hope trace elements are being left behind; 
That I may someday follow....

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A stargazer fish dreams of becoming a real live girl
an artist perhaps, or maybe a painter, a human stargazer
I will write a novel, become famous, and be magnificent
He bumps into coral as he imagines it, loving the possibilities
Seeing beyond the reef, beyond the veil,
Enjoying his fantasy as he is gulped up by a shark...

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Poetry clarifies, imagines and cures anguish

Promising the heart that it will never languish 

Poetry knows the weakness and strength

And the poet must go to most any length






Taken from the Poem, A Writer's Style
Rithimus Divisa 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden 
October 8, 2020...

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Passes, oh life!
multi task, oh life!
it all depends where you are...
Celebrates and cheers with
a gift of love,
but you hit with
enough pain...
It's not always linear
It's  a constant change...
Voluble and vain you are...
You do wish you want constantly...
That's when you imagines, plans...
Do you think, in life...?
Oh MY dear Life !...

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Colors of the sunset
painted on the sky canvas
mixed emotions
abstract thoughts
impressions of love
cloud strokes lost 
a palette of dreams
sits by the waste side
a talent of words
a misguided brush
a nervous hand
so many imagines
can't comprehend
a gesso of emptiness
search for a masterpiece
a work of art within a universe of undiscovered 
sunrises...

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This house of things, with all the people gone.
A mother’s tea set and a daughter’s shoe.
Out front the crabgrass wrestles with a lawn.
This house of things with all the people gone
imagines mildew, dust against the dawn.
See how mold and dryrot whisper to undo
this house of things with all the people gone.
A mother’s tea set and a daughter’s shoe....

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A park bench sits empty
Dawn dew dappled
An unseen shiver
Envious of the shaking dog
Senses a loneliness 
Hinted at by Winter’s chill
Passersby now scurry
Heads down, breath steaming
The squirrels will no longer come
Nor the pigeons
Cold winds will scourge the trees
Denude them of leaf and bird.

The bench imagines the dew drops
To be its farewell tears....

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This Fall fell hard, winds ripped through
the dying.

He looks out of his window, 
imagines grandchildren playing in the garden,
feels the itch to do something, 
to help and work among the scattered leaves
but everything has a risk this season. 

He wonders if being age-vulnerable,
has left him hanging 
in those helpless spaces 
that most avoid at all cost?...

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It creeps over beer stained carpets.
Last night I saw its hunchbacked shadow
rooting in the fridge for spreading cheese.

This morning it peers out of my front window,
looking to see if anything has changed -
nothing has.

I know it will be up all night
shaking an unlit Christmas tree,
it will moan. It imagines
rearranging my leftover life
for another year....

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It creeps over beer stained carpets.
Last night I saw its hunchbacked shadow
rooting in the fridge for spreading cheese.

This morning it peers out of my front window,
looking to see if anything has changed -
nothing has.

I know it will be up all night 
shaking an unlit Christmas tree,
it will moan.  It imagines
rearranging my leftover life
for another year....

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