Short In Stages Poems
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The deepest ocean
Becomes shallow at the edge
How deep will you go?
Co-inspired by Raul's contest and by our minister's talk today on Integral Spirals of
Consciousness, going higher and deeper in stages and states.
A young Poet is to an
older man
As an old poet is to a
younger man
“When young then old,
when old then young
The past twice borrowed,
the future sung
The old man’s knowledge,
the young man’s youth
To cross in stages,
—like wisdoms tooth”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
risen and shone
did I
snare a dream
untainted in its craft
But rapidly its shine faded
Although I did it in stages
How to beget hold of it?
How to sustain
such purity of heart?
What ecstatic love
a child of the night
It was a calf from the skies!
Written: June 03, 2023
Once I was a cold soul
Frigid to the bone cold
I had been raped by men
Couldn’t feel pure my only sin
Elephant in the room was to repent
And healing came in stages
No more dancing in cages
Denying my heart ran races
Men who did offend but inside
Each one was melted ice
Needing me and a forgiving Christ
Depression fluctuates
It rises and falls in stages
It can make you feel the lowest of lows
like your locked in a bunch of cages.
You don't know what is wrong
and the hallow feeling just keeps
lingering on until you began to fade.
You try with all your might to hold on
tight to the person that flips the pages.
I have a lamp,
It glows in stages.
I use the brightest,
It lights all places.
Its color’s lovely,
It brings me peace.
The lowest glow
Helps me release.
It casts a rose upon my wall.
Then mom walks in,
so mad, so cruel—
She breaks my lamp, it starts to fall.
I have no lamp,
My room is bare.
No peaceful dreams,
No flowers there.
I grab a pen with my hands cold and damp
Blank stare cascades down upon the pages
Broad strokes of ink beneath a buzzing lamp
Lines land flat with thoughts couped up in cages
Air thickened and foggy with writer’s cramp
Words dissolve like mist slowly in stages
Ideas rendered useless with no say
A poet lives to write another day
The ultimate truth pointed out by sages,
being taken as read, needs to be applied,
transforming our heart where a fierce fire rages,
fanned by wayward ego, which to soul has lied,
to which end, shifting to silence in stages,
when in the womb of space we choose to reside,
the light of a thousand suns ignites our form,
as our presence surrenders to God’s bliss storm.
These were found Amidst the flames of Creativity that Burn deep down Salient
Hearts...
Is there a Likelihood between Bats and Platypuses....
Or maybe between Vampires and Dragons...
Aha! The writings of Saliency on these mild pages...
Damning Thy Six Mad Spirits sending Them Off to that City of Rages...
Life is to be taken in Stages...
Honouring My Quail,Ink and This Wise and Humble Page.
The gunfire rages
through the cracks
of neighborhood cages
as every fetid tenement ages
and voodoo economics suppress wages
of waitresses, cabbies and sages...
while the slick-shoe alderman engages
in taxing your turnip-blood in stages
and blue-jeaned billionaires decry outrages
of clothes-hanger abortions back-stages
and gang-banger rampages --
as this feckless dog-and-pony upstages
detonated death's tick-tock gauges
-
Through the Ages
By Franklin Price
8/11/2015
Through the ages
Smiles and tears
Moved in stages
Through the years
Childhood, youth
Middle, old
Long in tooth
I've grown quite bold
Say what I will
I must confess
Say what I feel
Who I address
Satisfied
With who I am
Nothing to hide
Still give damn
Maybe more
Than any time
Working before
Not so sublime
Can be just me
With loving wife
Where I should be
This age in life
Before my mirror, on this summer day,
I see my aging landscape spreading far
in stages of my autumn's own decay-
with weakened frame and aching bones which are
now shielding winter sleep from death afar.
But deep inside, my soul stays springtime green
with love for God that paints my mental scene;
accepting, waiting- that in death I'll rise
in beauty once again, brand new, pristine-
above in Heaven's blessed, Eternal Skies.
Changes,
know what they’re all about;
Flip each of the pages
on double breasted doubt;
Let it go in stages.
Back road
may be a bit longer
but you lighten the load;
The trip makes you stronger
left running in beast mode.
Do it!
You have your future locked;
Sick rambunctious misfit
you always leave them shocked,
I’ve got five on your wit
Changes
can be for the better;
Those ho hum exchanges
gone for something greater;
Blitz fire rearranges.
Water flowing all around
Wetness flooding these old grounds
Aqueous atmosphere abounds
Rainy day springs murky
Misty moments most windy
Cold shivers freezing surely
Torrential monsoon friction
Ply the frozen affliction
Too much action in tension
Grey skies in black shades address
Change in nature's sweet caress
Hideaway from wet duress
Wonder awakes in stages
Weather from yonder ages
Greet exit in end pages
Leon Enriquez
21 December 2014
Singapore
They were wasting the hostages,
This deftly handling in stages;
Thirty minutes another one slew,
Nor bothered they would soon be few...
For the beauty of Twelve Million;
They're not asking for A Trillion.
Twelve fine girls,nine boys handsome
And only Eight left for ransom
Captor tells captives "I love you!
Just that parents do not facts chew;
Like I do kola and bitter pill...
For delays, impatient guns kill..."
Isn't it too hard to swallow:
What we'd do to in wealth wallow?