Short Juncture Poems
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I treasure that which cannot be found.
The antecedent at a juncture.
Your face laying on my timeline.
A just God somewhere.
Birthday candles flash,
smiling face sparkles.
Life’s happy juncture
sequined sheen defines.
Framed ornate future
trapped in dream tableau.
Baba Suwe, in juncture of despair,
Thy joke stuns away distress.
Concocting in hearts lusty intense.
Now, we sleep when thou walketh to the dark deep realm.
A simple aspect
this is, but then I believe
the finest sight seen today!
The application
of old folk shuffling on by
in life’s juncture ‘Holding Hands’.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
possibilities
chances given for fortune
risks taken for fate
fortuity kept
opening for new leisure
moments of juncture
a shot in the dark
probabilities for luck
liberty for all
November 1, 2016
Yet i be my candle as its silence
Through rivers runs hiden just as we
My cry as it be there only innocence
How the wing could fly as the juncture
Yet to ridicule in given ashes as we do
Tears drop my silence gall of freedom
Form:
At this critical juncture in our history
when flooded by so much misinformation and
slanted news…
It’s time to revisit an African proverb…
Please think about these words as you peruse….
Love truth…even if it hurts you,
Hate lies…eve in they help you.
To know the clock of time ticks
To know the seconds robbed
To know life swiftly vanishing
To know all carried away
To know time will not return
To know juncture in your mind
To know life's span draws nearer
To know your heart becomes clear
To know I smile with you here
A desolate shore reaches,
its gritty scree taunts
a green and tumbling sea.
Breakers slap an
umpteenth juncture.
Kelp sea pods dilate,
foam swirls in the shingle,
barren wombs drink.
Krill churns out
of a sandy dross.
Waves carry their children away.
at the foot of a mountain
on the outskirts of heaven
an excavation
unearths remnants of bliss
empty coffers
in pools of plasma
failed to open or close
our hearts at this
poignant juncture
three little angels
huddle by the fire
their wings refuse
to give flight
as the piper's fife
serenades us all
"washed by waves"
with yesterday gone
washed by waves looking beyond
reflect now anew
exposed for all
tides call this rare moment
with open arms
each juncture unveils
washed by waves revealing light
take hold wonderment
SkyWatcher
03-14-23
this was my attempt at a haiku suite
thank you
we are meant for meaning
the stars that scatter the skies
are not an empty existence
they plead for significance
demand some purpose
therein we are
far from the Crown of Creation
fallible as such
a nucleus in search of
my only desire at this juncture
contemplate the heavens above
and be found worthy of this gift
Oregon 9/9/26
A decadent woman,
With eyes of bronze.
She'll break and melt you.
She'll make you into a wave particle
While you chew on the sad end of a sandwich.
You are each other's worlds at this eternal juncture.
The orbiting love gravity chugs on
Despite the brain tangles you make
In your whistling mind.
Love her.
Love the world.
Love yourself.
I admire romance at
all times
But at this juncture its
influence is not effected
I have no time to think
romantic lifestyles
In my head romance is more
vexation of spirit
I imagine not a mischievious device__
when a backload of issues is pressing
And my heart is speaking
to me and say__
There's more abominable acts
than romance on earth
chipepo lwele
At this juncture
Of vehement condolences
At this juncture
Of false reproaches
The vendors did not venture a plea
Yet the gods are still waiting
In their uncertain shrine –
Dearest V.C. –
Some celebrate in it still
Some calibrate in it still
The forest mourns the logs;
Salute the ill-bands of vigilantes
Who daily shock the peace –
Thanks: yours roused & watch-lad!
There’s an old, creepy, and frightening picture
Of a horrid man with evil beady eyes
That sits atop a scary fireplace juncture
A great fearful portrait of angry surprise
On the mantle is a well-crafted pumpkin
An ugly Jack-O-Lantern with orange skin
This is a lit pumpkin with a fearsome face
Which brings fear to all that walk into this place
Russell Sivey
We have come to the juncture
We are at the turn-around
Hey, they are headed for Heaven'
Yet, the others'
Are Heaven bound
With no distention
They are lost to be found
And their Spirits'
And Souls' are lost to be found'
They are looking for eternal
Edification, which can only
Be found threw the
Trust of God
And to thy God, Ye must
Submit or become like
The others'
GF
beauty took your eyes
as we flew the dark skies
a fated brief juncture
our smiles shared
absent their disguise
an iridescent shine in the night
never counting in time
the view of our dreams
nibble’s like soft rain
brush tender on my face
this place I keep safe
to be forever mine
a wager with the devil
paid with free will
to know why
beauty took your eyes
Terry Darcy-Ryan
Controlling
the language
Controlling
the power
Defining
tomorrow
With words
of today
Converting
the juncture
Converting
the instant
Defining
the moment
With all
that you say
Blessing
your loved ones
Blessing
your enemies
Cursing
the liars
Redeeming
the lost
Asking
new questions
Asking
for answers
Loving
the value
In spite of
— the cost
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Being less than a spot and doubting via flesh while proclaiming to Margo this...
Absolute belief as she shredded her documents while writing that myself a note ?
Possessus but no one cares at this juncture especially myself; stating unto daemon
Whom I was yet she couldn't understand; progressing, to what they do schizophrinia
Smash mouth twist you till one turns ? Somber somewhat gazed and said alright baby.
Form:
To know the clock of time ticks
To know the seconds robbed
To know life swiftly vanishing
To know all carried away
To know time will not return
To know juncture in your mind
To know life's span draws nearer
To know your heart becomes clearer
(Accidentally added this poem twice, with a different last line & title. Guess ill just keep it up for now? Maybe you can tell me which end is better? Lol!)
The world is brimming with breathtaking beauty.
The juncture of the cliffs and the sea.
The waves pound the shore ceaselessly.
What they're muttering is a mystery for me.
I see the water and the sky dissolving intimately.
As I get older, I wish I could live here in perpetuity.
Written: July 8, 2021
Bite Size Poem No11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Apples and Azaleas are always around.
Bright beautiful buds bloom while
crisp cultured cabbage and cucumbers
dot the darkened dirt.
Every edible is excellent.
Fame is so far flung for
Grandma's glorious garden that
Handy Horticulture has offered to hire her.
Imagine, envision her incredulity of their insistence.
Just another jovial, jocular juncture in Grandma's jubliant journey.
TLH © 07-11-2012
time is a moment, a second, a minute
an hour, day, month, year, years
a heartbeat
the past, the present
it is a season in nature
the allotment of our life
the clock tick, ticking
the calendar turning
it is once upon a time memories
time frozen in a photograph
a pause, interval, juncture in our journey
time to write in a diary a journal
time to reflect
life ...
The scarf, on my head,
Everyday, I beg.
To Allah, and His Messenger,
Am I not one of His?
I Obey!
I Respect!
I Pray!
I Believe!
I Proclaim!
Is it all out of nature?
Five times in a day,
I Pray,
Bowing down to Allah,
I Beg.
The Decency of my nature,
Leads me into a venture,
Simultaneously, a juncture,
That I, conjecture.
My Believe in Allah.
My Pride in Islam.
15-10-2014
Islam.