Short Inflected Poems

The question you didn’t have to ask...
   the only answer you need

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)...

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Pain
pierces
so deeply
wounding the soul
Leaving scars inflected by deception
Hurling it’s arrows of deceitfulness
Puncturing peace
Impaling
The heart's
Bliss...

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Finch trembles in a golden spray
Grading the ant
Oh door less oak squeals
Never platitudes
suit you like a T
Cradles inflected tease and ones
King of the row boat
The S so lowly
Infectious scars legally
mellow in my marshes
Sea is loud
As the sun arose...

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Reflections on a window
Likened images that mirror the yawning morn

Etched in solitude
Always shifting at the hands of time

Perpetually racing the suns arc

Painting chaotic kaleidoscopes at its zenith
To peeling away layers at dusk

Where upon a silhouette of moon beams
That dances in silence
Along its inflected soul...

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My
journey
to the stars
is hindered by the weight
of the not so light years.
Filled with fortunate tragedies,
met with
peevish and sullen
greetings
in a wasteland of my own making.
Spiraling self-inflected
torment
lifts me up through
the universal darkness
to an uncertain end.
There I will wait for you,
kept company
by many
a good
friend....

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Fast cash
grab it nasty
Digital speed
While surplus bleeds
Suction greed

Make a flash
Urgent fast cash
The kind you need
The dollars that feed
Out of the way
Raining paper today

Target harnessed
Every ounce of cash
Government injected
Private inflected
Infect opportunity

Cash lies in wait
Eyes filled with hate
Never get stuck
Slash and bash
Cash to snatch...

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Hideous hank hoisted
smoothened scrunched sculpted 
tactic turn twisting 
scared surges skipping 
smithereens into span
contracted turbulent trance

vile vibed passion
inflected per punctures 
birthed by seizures

damped draws drooping 
growling gaunt gaiety 
lanky lust lurching 

ensconced eyes envisaged
weary lids wakes. 
      19:11:13:13:20...

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Symbols of structured prose,
an instant insight when read
aloud.The prose of poetry purposed,
to experience,once and forever
then filed in the mind’s eye&ear.
When triggered,to be recalled
and repeated over again& again.
A living voice intoned and inflected
echoing as an everlasting ripple
acroos momentary eternity,indelibly
sketched,a recorded act,  of life...

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Wax and polish shinning;
Offering up a hand
On beggars banquet dinning;
They danced through magic land
       And on the isle of magic trances;
       With songs heard in the breeze
      You can spot the ghostly glances;
      Of-wishers on their knees
Failed hearts and pinning;
Those self-inflected brands;
There’s seldom silver lining’s
In the glass that spills the sand...

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There was a society,
That found value in banality.
Never an offensive word was inflected.
For they are spoken for those who need to be corrected.
Never an uncomfortable sermon was uttered
For only comfortable praises were muttered.
They had no eyes to see, nor ears to hear,
For to have them would cause fear.
They thought their culture a colorful sight.
But in truth they were only black and white....

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected 
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected 
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected 
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected 
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates 
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected 

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire...

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Angels?

Are they ornaments worn on our shoulders as symbols?
Are they ten foot-tall guardians, guarding those with faith	?
Are they messengers of God?
Are they dense enough to cleanse an entire evil space?




Whence I ponder angels…
Akin to an innocent child
Or likened to that of a sheep   
Inflected on as a snow-white turtledove…


Was the most aesthetic angel the precursor for hell?



					
									Sunshine Williams...

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On the eve of the new call, 
wits mated with passion, 
zeal donated by conception, 
hypersensitive pulls attracted all,
contracts into a horrendous span
as independence made for the span. 

But after those, 
the cry was severed by greed
seasoned by ills inflected by politics, 
as all patriots the new trend follow. 
By and by: a swap
as the intended assumed claptrap. 

The 1960 independence, 
in depend ends. 
       19:10:01:15:16...

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Category : Obsession

I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected 
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire...

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Oh how I love spring looking twards summer

I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected 
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire...

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A LIVING VOICE
Symbols of structured prose,
an instant insight when read
aloud.The prose of poetry purposed,
to experience,once and forever
then filed in the mind’s eye&ear.
When triggered,to be recalled
and repeated over again& again.
A living voice intoned and inflected
echoing as an everlasting ripple
acroos momentary eternity,indelibly
sketched,a recorded act,  of life.

Listen to me recite this structured prose on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro...

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