Short Intone Poems

vagabonds intone
                                     all roads lead to roam





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Sounds make sense
through pitch and stress:
intone and pause..
...because...
One human breath..
...may..
limit and control
how we recite..
..aloud...

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Be careful with words you intone,
because words have lives of their own.
Words overblown, relayed on the phone,
words in harsh tones that jolt, stun and depose,
and shock us with what they disclose....

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Sand of day
dust by night
men of clay
robbed of sight

bone to bone
dream asunder
violence intone
is it any wonder

we fight to no end
we lose despite
peace without defend
and at the end no respite...

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I sit in upright chair feet firm on ground
Hands held in form of prayer as I intone
Phrase taken from the Psalms, without a sound
‘My soul, wait silently for God alone.’ 


‘Communion’ here meaning ‘an act of sharing’...

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The only way to cross eternity
  is in a poem

Distance not measured in miles or years,
 —epic ballads to intone

The light speed meteor will chase forever
  the wake of verses flown 

Where words fly silent and words fly deep,
  —beyond a future heaven loaned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)...

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Blackened universe
sprinkled with centuries
alight in resplendent diamonds

veiled celestial archway
dancing against the velvet darkness
an endless sea of origination 

a luminous heaven
vast in unknown desires
deep exhalation in the abyss

skies blanketed in wisdom
arrested beauty in light
I intone, in reverence...

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DUSK

Sadness surfaces at dusk
permeating sky
as gentle pitch of
birds intone
above evils shriek.
Lost leaves depart
lonely barren sticks
as winter chills its
mortal demise
and festers deep.
Panorama vestige steals
and defies the stroke
of the hand that lies
like feline eyes through
an eerie dusk



© Kim van Breda—June 2014...

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A Japanese stone garden
brass wind chimes,
little birds feeding,
fountain tinkling - the whole works.

I sit, empty my mind,
intone a low pitched Buddhist hymn
which scares the birds away.

The wind picks up,
chimes no longer tinkle -but loudly clang.
The fountain sprays itself
into my frowning face.

Frustrated,
now I can hardly hear myself
not-thinking....

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An old man awaits
The promise of a new day  
                               Slow fading away

Failing memories embrace
Cold embers of distant flames  
                                  Warming an old soul

As idle snow men shiver  
Carolers intone
                 t’is the night before Christmas


©12/14/2022

Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest
575 - 775 - 757...

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Spanish guitar music tape
murmuring hands on a lap
rises to cuddle a ringing tone
intone spanic delusional red rown  
flamenco dancer in a paint'd gawn
canary islands inherited thrown
an a mild sadness in th' music rhyme
takes beyond thou memories line
to a place that's calm, gentle an fine
keeps your eyes open an kind 
to finally get up an bind
a puff of wind of cherry rind...

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When you say, 'I've been there'
    I know better
  You never listened
    you didn't hear

  As you intone, 'I feel your pain'
    I bite my tongue
  You can't hurt in your mind
    when you don't have a brain

  O, that you'd listen to everything I have to say
    O, that you'd analyze the details my way
  You have two sound eyes, a pair of good ears too
    ~ Yet none are for me, they're only for you...

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The teddy bear sits all alone
On the shelf where he was thrown
Long ago by a child fair
Who no longer visits there
The little girl has grown

Each day watching on his own
Through his button eyes once sewn
At the bedroom door they stare
The teddy bear

How long he's waited is unknown
Since nursery rhymes she would intone
While rocking with him in her chair
With dolls tea parties they would share
The teddy bear...

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Nurtured into a budding bloom
My hands are busy, they start and soon
Shake with blue; white; doves intone
Bones, body brown with eyes that drone
Like tiny gashes sewn up by hand
Tempered temper: fueled and fanned

Dripping dew from simple soil
Bead and bend, like drops of oil
Slick, smooth and shadowed still,
Rush the ground like boulders fill
Forgotten craters; satyrs; round and then
Devil’s whittled son, left wooden red....

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This is who I am; I achieve peace in simplicity.
No petulance in my kind heart but faithfulness.

This is who I am; I suppress sorrow from others.
And smiled notwithstanding my gentle sadness.

Also, love life, its sweetness, and its bitterness.
The lovely sky is all I desire, for my relish fullness.

And assign my life's rosy colors into poems.
I intone alike rare birds and dream over prowess....

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On my way to river

With low- eyes, I turned around,
When you looked into my eyes-

Any lustre in my eyes shone!
Any smile!

Behold, the birds warble,
Behold wheat spikes
in the breeze, trembling,
Behold, like the dew,
on the grass, my heart,
Intone and shine.

On my way to river

When you looked into my eyes,
Hovering! my soul's bee around:
Do not shift your eyes, said!
Look at me again look.

Written by © Fatima Nusairat...

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winter serenade

winter serenade
 frozen crystal melodies ~
  red cardinal chants

leafless boughs sing out
 arias of roaring storms ~
  snowdrops harmonize

blasts of icy frost
 chanting plaintive elegies ~
  daphne flowers bloom

short days intone night
 with a solstice lullaby ~
  fir trees wear white stoles

shadows of springtime
 creep into amber twilights ~
  bears snore rhythmic dreams

1-18-23
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables...

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“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One


Birds are blessed apparently

They visit sublime landscapes

Enjoy nature with gusto

They intone without interval 

Bother not for any approval

Lounge in the thick foliage 

Make dins inviting mates

Their bliss reverberates in spring

Their jargons resonate at midnight
 
They keep alive the music of Nature

They are independent by nature

Bona fide melody masters in Nature 


Place: 3 rd
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