Short Ink Black Poems
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Ink black night
Immaculate star light
mind opens
a rush
beside nurtured body
Hush
Cool milky skin
when did this begin?
you CAN be free
Come swim with me
Form:
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Bare fingers grasp~
the winter sky's cold scripture,
ink-black and aching.
Each branch a frozen psalm,
waiting for spring's warm amen.
scorching blood red orb
clouds on silken mirror gleam
noonday cosmic flare
ink black thunder growls, monsoon
squall from volatile blue sky
NB Red orb is a synonym for the sun.
Date posted ; July 9th 2022
in the cool air of the spring time late evening
the night sky was ink black
as the lights went off ,
the university ground was in great commotion,
shimmering sparkles of phosphorous,
we thought the forest was on fire
Rain
Dark clouds
Ink black sky
Stormy weather
A rainstorm always makes me feel happy
Hate the glare reflected on wet pavements
When the rain stops
Hurts my eyes
Makes me
Frown
Jack Horne for Michael’s Smiles and Frowns
I
Would paint
A lone wolf,
Silver grey and
Strong. He sits watching
Me at the edge of the
Wood, as a mist rises from the
Ground. Above the trees the moon is
Bright, yet the trees are still bathed in
Shadow. White stars shine in the ink black sky.
There was a chill in the Fall night_
as I walked about my neighborhood,
and up above the full moon was an orange ball,
in the ink black sky watching me.
And sparkling here and there, everywhere were stars,
twinkling like precious little diamonds.
Don't dash in frightened flight,
don't hide in ink-black night;
strange, but to the obvious
many are oblivious;
you are, in glaring light,
unseen in plainest sight;
at times what's true is this:
what seems can seem what is!
Love is failing
and the secret lies
in forgetting
You really know what
you need to be
Dark shadows
enter into your life
Let them enter
For the sweetest release
will come along son
Don't know how or when
But let us dive into
the deeper pool
Before we are enveloped
by ink black night
Form:
A cold full moon greets baby Mars
Ink black sky shot through with diamond stars
A crystal wrap cloaks acres down
Ethereal light floods all around
Golden dear cross the sky line
To pull Santa’s slay one more time
An owl hoots out his mournful song
Christmas is coming it won’t be long
Acres Down, 7th December 2022
The Scuba Diver
we look down
signal frantically
‘come up’,
though it is already
too late
he dances wide eyed
with ecstasy
as the nitrogen
tickles his cells
anemones
cling to the steep
rock walls
fish feed and dawdle
incuriously
we peer through
our tiny windows
into the ink black sea
as he goes
free wheeling
down,
down,
a rictus of laughter
on his face
A SMOKING GUN
Beholding planet Earth from the far reaches of space,
In the ink black cosmos the observers must give voice
What a beautiful planet have we here
A very unusual blue and green glowing sphere
It must be the gateway to heaven's door
Let's go have a look -- what are we waiting for
If the visitors decide to land on this inviting earthly scene
They'd be met with guns and bullets before counting to 13
I said I couldn’t write
for I am an empty pen,
my ink wasted
on letters no one will read.
Torn, crumpled,
fed to the black hole
of a trash can.
Now I write of silence
Etching words into wood
For I have broken my vow with the papers
It isn’t determination,
nor delusion
just a moment,
a fragment that insists on staying.
And still, I write
not with ink,
but with the sharp edge
of a pen
long drained of stain.
Brutally battered and beaten
Long, long way from home
Aching inside hurts more than lashes and reaping
Children and wife long gone
Kept in chains, freedom done gone
Hide! Hide! No time for larking
Ink black nights, and days of running
Shouting, shooting, dogs a-barking.
Stop by the river, wade in the water
Tubman sends canoe and more kinsmen come
Over the river to Canada’s shelter
Reunited with children…, and wife done come
Yes! Freedom done come. Freedom done come
An empty page lies before me
Pure and white, as all untouched things are
Soon to be covered with ink black as night
And I am the perpetrator
Is this a sin, to desecrate such innocence?
Should I regret the destruction I know will take place?
Destruction I will inevitably cause
Pure and white; an epitome of the light
Ink black as night; soon to smother without remorse
Hand shaking, feeling what Ink cannot
Ink is the weapon, nothing more
I am the monster; destroyer of the pure