Short Interred Poems
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It's bewitching time
moon is fleeing from ghostly
couple's interred vows
Written: October 14, 2022
Hearts and Flowers
The Eiffel Tower
An engagement ring
Reason to sing
A wedding planned
Passion's quicksand
Soon afterward ~
Romance interred
Jo King loved frothy tankards of beer
Which she drank every day of the year
Interred in a keg
She swallowed each dreg
So her tombstone reads, "Wish you were here!"
Tearing at the roots
of what life is about,
science strips us bare
To wilt in description,
formulaic interred
—ivy walls that snare
(The New Room: August, 2021)
I heard of a lady named Carol,
Whose hubby’s interred in a barrel,
He died due to drinking,
So it was her thinking,
He’d adore his final apparel!
07/27/21
all love died with you
when your coffin was interred
my heart built a wall
Senryu on sadness
Sponsored by Laura Loo
checked with how many syllables
09-01-17
Itching
itching
nowhere
to scratch
Rambling
rambling
balling
the jack
Freight car
open
voices
interred
The brakeman
singing
"Turn
"Turn
"Turn"
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
This, untrained as unvoiced
Brahmin in the bee;
Chants, in a repetitive drone
Its own sacred tone.
This, for its temple's space
My private garden's!
Minds of its calm, once entered
Are deeper interred!
The present ,so easily we forget
Our yesterday's,interred,remembered
'neath leaves of regret;
Often exhumed,wahed bright
with tears of delight;
So clearly,our days past,we see
For tomorrow,....may not be
See the Orphan smile!
A storm that teaches peace blooms
on black forgiveness.
A child's shoe lies interred
With cold, steely resentment.
Winner: Third Place, The Beautiful Impossible, Sotto Poet (Sponsor) 9/02/26
The body interred here:
A famous bed wetter.
More could be said,
But less might be better.
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for the Bite Site Poem No.38 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Written 03/03/2022
Where is the wildflower,
where does it wander
in the time of nearly Spring,
does it dream of the sun?
Time is such a tiny word
for that which keeps us interred
in waiting for the perennial
paradise of the soul.
Eavesdropping
the liars
where poison is stirred
Their message
rings toxic
the future interred
Foreboding
forsaking
all hope is unstrung
While deaf
to the mantra
— where truth waits unsung
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Literal is not,
the fake climb is aunt,
and a stake in the attrition not an alimony as you can see clearly in me...I do not assuage an empire-
I follow in the most economical exigencies,
as one is up, another is down my friend.
The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.
Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred.
The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.
Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred.
Stealing fire from the gods
Prometheus would yearn
And pass it off to humankind
whose banishment interred
Their feet into the glowing coals
but faith out from the dark
Enlightenment a powder keg
—uncareful wishing sparks
(The New Room: September, 2023)
I spied inside walls to much surprise.
Sometimes with smiles, then tears, into rise.
Sometimes, some things, unheard,
Are better un-interred,
Truly this will never provide prize.
Written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico
Contest Name "A FLY ON THE WALL"
Caesar preferred to be quietly interred
But to Antony his friend he deferred --
With Rome's citizenry Antony conferred
Spurred them on with the passion of his words
Masterfully, did he their emotions stir --
They'd hunt down and kill the conspirators, sure
An album filled with photographs
of Christmas Day five years ago.
I still see smiles and hear the laughs
when my mom's face was all aglow,
now interred beneath winter's snow.
December 13, 2022
A December Memento Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Past Days
Miracle Man
7/8/2024
Spent days are like a necropolis,
where all of life’s former endeavors are interred.
Those in shallow graves are oft laid bare in thought.
While those we’ve hidden deep, shortly become unnoticed,
And that can be a good thing.
I have died by sword, by pox;
in my dotage years, at birth;
interred in many a box.
I eternal roam this earth
in one form or another;
I will forever be a
child of another mother.
With this soul, I play, replay;
constant will until I find
that for which all men do search;
inner calm and peace of mind.
Pictures interred
deep into gray matter
shatters delusion
except from time
no moorings holding them in place
to past or future
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6/12/15 For the "Through Your Eyes" Contest
(Requirement using 21 words)
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest #221
A superluminal orb, like frightful ghosts interred, have met this bead halfway and lighting struck the hearth, for another better dance, keening deerish prance, the mute mother said strung about them were dolls which pearls know are afowl and created another cart of food pulled by oxen run-to-mill that pulled the bead to start.
Stones
Granite blocks of stone
Stand vigil all alone
Lean as if in prayer
Forever
Where seldom footsteps tread
Here among the dead
Memories interred
Forgotten
Faithful through the years
Where long bereft of tears
Remnants of a past
Lay silent
A lifetime etched in stone
Name and date alone
In loving memory of
Whomever