Short In And Around Poems
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In and around
Many I found
Small and big wounds
But the one today
Of many I found
A small wound
Why in me so sounds?
This is a small wound
The wound is in my mom
Near to my heart down
Someone must be there.
I hear a knock
soft, yet prevailing
a little away,
at this hour of the dawn
when the Sun
is yet to rise
and greet the world
in and around
with its radiant orange
shine with a smile,
and inspiring the traveler
like me
to walk an extra mile.
Bliss in your kiss
Rapture and joy
Each time we meet
I'm glad to be your boy
Love in your kiss
Happiness and wonder
In and around
Wrapped up and under
Your lips bring awe
Prettiest set I ever saw
Kiss me now, set me free
Pressed to mine is where yours should be
Form:
In and around Auschwitz
Barbed wire still weeps
through too long denied rain.
In and around Annihilation
Denied climates fast creep
disempowering pain.
Through surrounding Anger
Charged hate denies sleep
for those who must explain.
In tyrannic Asps
Barbed boundaries sweep
out lies of monstrous strain.
To bliss beats sway
To bliss beats sway, by night and day
It is a gift from God
We're complete when love’s our mainstay
Give pulse of life a nod
Vast space, in and around
Is God's womb, holy ground
Wherein fulfilment's found
Come, let us play
To bliss beats sway
25-November-2022
Quietus
The wonderful colors of Autumn;
leaves in and around fluttering,
woodland walks so magical;
love the art of Autumn,
the changing foliage;
the beauty 'till,
the withered
tragic
end.
______________________________
August 20, 2019
Poetry/Nonet/Autumn
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1174-541-20
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
I is self
Eyes are vision seen
Ears are canals an inner bone vibrating
I am self
Eye see with eyes
I hear the surrounding sounds
Beating vibrate cascading noise
I is myself
I see all else
A mess
Hearing the beating sounds
Bounding off the sighted grounds
With everything in and around me
Selfish
I is myself
12/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
a july morning crashes
with the thunder
gentle rat-a-tat rhythm
rain-tears on a metal skin
his shoulders are slumped
his heart the drum
loved by all yet loved by none
the storm intensifies
in and around him
zephyr screams at the trees
flesh rips from their bones
fire cracks the sky
and when the wind and rain
have had enough
they release him
to find his way
home
what I’d give to forget.
Recover only
your perfect symmetry, flesh stretched over bones,
fingers woven in and around,
the rise and fall of your chest,
simultaneous with your breath on my neck
and wondering how long could we make this last?
To stay in unison, heart beats beating,
tongue in cheek while not quite sleeping
'cause any worried or wondering words
could wash this all away.
At the night when the shadows fall
It’s you I remember in my all
Nothing then seems so long ago
As we dance again in our lover’s concerto
Just thinking out loud and sliding away
I wake and you are in and around me
Is this how love was meant to find me
Pray these moments won’t leave me now
Not knowing the when why what where or how
Just thinking out loud and sliding away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
There needs to be an entity
to overcome adversity,
for which it must feel separate
from other objects that gyrate,
although in truth, the source is same,
play of life, being but a game,
that seeds of love begin to sprout,
when lower mind is free from doubt,
having melded with the current,
in and around, omnipresent,
recognising that all are one,
rays of the Spiritual Sun.
18-July-2022
Loneliness
Within the palm of your hand
Your life
Under a rock
Your future
A few paces behind you
Pain
Within the crevices of your mind
Good deeds
In a fast food dumpster
Happiness
On a street corner
Friends
In the last place you look
Faith
In a faithless person
Life
Inside of a hollowed corpse
Your soul
Trapped inside of a mirror
Fear
In and around your fingernails
Yourself
Way down deep in a puddle of loneliness
Form:
The dawn mist melts down,
On the shoulders of your
Green valley swiftly;
The face is full of ice cubes;
Sprinkled in and around,
and on your red cheeks.
The mid-sun shines on top,
On the smoothness of your
Pink naval softly;
The body is full of ray drops;
Sparked in and around,
and on your spicy breasts.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I came, before you like a servant,
So politely, shivering and hesitant
across the threshold of your dwelling
So desperately, trembled and unwilling;
Violating desires of my inner mind,
Kneeling down on the bare ground.
Once again, looking in and around,
crossing the path of heavy wind
Blowing heavily and so unkind,
Switching from one unfaithfulness
To another faithfulness
to love; to lust and to live
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:[email protected]
The mistral cold wind blew incessantly wild,
Winding in the streets, its glacial currents in and around
The apartment blocks where all frosted windows
Were tightly secure. Still the bleak wintry chill entered
From tiny ruptured chinks and spread inside
Annihilating the miserly heat emitted
By old cranky air conditioners and gas heaters.
Occasional bursts of strong wind blew
Some soft snow up like winnowed chaff.
One hopes the homeless found some place to rest.
Tested I men and women
For their honest mind
None is above
Every one is found to swing
In and around selfish line
No more I test
As I came to know
No man is an angel
Every one is bestowed with flaws
One or the other
Men are very sharp
When they scan others
But to find a fault or two
In him or her
They all turn dull
And stunningly ridiculous.
The rage against hypocrisy
Has been forever gone
Men with faults
No matter how big or small
Now I welcome them all.
Inner polarity of our hearing
Cognised within, as subtle sound current
Electro-magnetic hum resounding
In and around, always ever present
Doctors may dismiss this as tinnitus
Yet things are not always as they may seem
Current is steady and continuous
Reverberation through space, thus does stream
Whilst in quietude of meditation
The pure of heart hear, music of the spheres
With Gods grace, imbibed by resonation
Such is the wisdom, we did get from seers
20-May-2021
A secure peace in my own home
Yet fainted warm hued shadows
Woven in and around an empty loom.
Whispers disappear into a calmness
In quiet unfailing stillness solace
Like ascending wispy bearing tendrils.
I, submissive to a protective embrace
Urged to yield to the seductive feel
Breathless in absolute healing solitude
I trace my filled days holding in
Effortlessly still by its existence
Bound by the comfort of my sanctuary.