Short Inversely Poems
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delicate
low
relievo
but
scarcely
scratched
inversely
sunk
surface
deep
in
half
relief
the pulchritudinous moonwake captivates
inescapable
implicature is
inevitable
as our psyche thirsts for light
so poetry shines into the recesses
illuminates umpteen flaws
inversely
provides balm for forsaken
Bedazzled in a opaque beauty, trapped deep within the colossal caverns of
senseless agony.
Lie await the nefarious to bestow, conjuring assailing flames.
The hindered habituated set free above all inversely to conquer, retake reality
Form:
Living between the spaces,
of what never came to pass
The light rays self-divided,
the present from the past
Living within the moment,
no time to lose or gain
The choices made inversely
—in yes plus no refrain
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
typeitallout,doesn'tthatseemnice?
would
it be like
a mantra
giving each thought
its own
universe-in-verse?
or,
inversely,
trapping thought
so pure
so muse
-ical
into
some stilted
pattern
a vice
of semi-pleasing
expression-expressing-expression
that's never quite what
it seems?
isit/
arethey
phones? morphs? memes?
the unassembled
vehicle of dreams?
The Clothes Within My Closet
By Franklin Price
6/24/2016
The clothes within my closet
Are such a sight to see
They tell quite a story
About the history of me
The range of sizes offered there
Thirty-two to thirty-six
The lower's where it's happening
A snugly upper needs a fix
Exercise a little more
Get up and move around
Amazing how the sizes change
Inversely to the chewing sound
A soul in flames daunting the discordant canvas, eradicating the supreme veil. To be
drenched in apathy coincides inversely with the stench of a bitter legacy. Severed
souls search asunder for a subversive scent, only to be oppressed in an overt art.
Begging death for a drenching darkness to obliterate this dire desolation. Complete
in nocturne this grotesque being of infinite hate commands coercively.
Behind the strong trunks of evening gloom
endless leaves sifting at toes
away and beyond in the low light fog
universal laws lead us home
trios of students examine life
inversely inspecting ideas and worms
fall lives adrift in the warmth
unkindled by muting life to death
leaven for life bread.
Fluttering winds, hair, friends
all swirled like a muffler taken to air
let us climb high toward heaven
let us swan dive into mulch with flair.
I walk alone on the street
Among the buildings in a queue
Among the cars running for pursuits
Among the subjects knowing not their names
And their thoughts by which they struggle for
The scene, they walk their own crowd
Aside from emotions, and smiles
They are idiots off-street
I walk alone in puzzlings for
As a kite flying among the birds
Or inversely the kite floating around
The upper and lower lines
We are walking longly on the glare
Into a scene that the person stare