Short Keener Poems

Never have I ever seen such a sky.
"Lo'  there a lotus spy"  an angelic  lark  did cry.
High up in the ever present sky.
Other keener senses arise, the eclipse.
There is Destiny foretold simply declared
As it unfolds....

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love is
four brand new eyes
with keener sight each day
that should envision the future
turning quickly blind upon looking back
on yesterday’s simple sorrows
vanquished in forgiveness
because of what
love is

9/2/18...

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I might have noticed a gray swallow perched high on cable wire;

An omen maybe from a quarter moon's advancing, blurred shade -

On keener view, a tiny beam through street-post reflects night's hue.



29 May 2020
A Jenish Somadas Contest/ Let the Pens Flow--Sijo...

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A closer gaze
Yet they see not
A keener look
Clarification not found
What is to be
To see this bleakness
Cataract covering up their eyes

They couldn't see
What traitors around

Spectacles!
Spectacles of the mind
Let lenses be attached to their eyes
All they need is spectacles...

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Sounds will be sharper and keener,
and tastes have a fresh new appeal,
aromas will drift like the first breath of spring
and all colours be vivid and real; 
each of my senses will shiver and shift
in the wind like the eddying sand,
and I knew that my heart had at last found its haven  
the first time that I held your hand....

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As for Paul Revere’s famous midnight ride,
ignore what they taught you in grammar school. 
No such ride ever took place. They lied.
The truth is the famous patriot was no fool. 

Rather, and like any other red-blooded colonist,
he spent the night with his wife in passionate bliss
and was far keener on sewing his oats 
than riding to warn others of British Redcoats....

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The First Time


...for Juvie



Sounds will be sharper and keener,
and tastes have a fresh new appeal,
aromas will drift like the first breaths of spring
and all colours be vivid and real; 
each of my senses will shiver and shift
in the wind like the eddying sand,
and I knew that my heart had at last found its haven  
the first time that I held your hand.
...

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You've reached the pinnacle of fame 
where double-speak's the daily game, 
so many words, so little meaning, 
popinjay, so skilled at preening. 

Posing for a photo-op, 
your perfect hair a puissant crop, 
your perfect smile a sickly stare 
which fools the foolish everywhere. 

Demagoguery designed 
to derogate the keener mind, 
a smile will hide what lurks behind 
the gross deceptions of your kind....

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I Met Her Today

I met her today,
Prettiest girl 
I really do say,
Big beautiful eyes so blue,
When she looks at me,
Makes me feel kinda shy,
Yes I do.

Warmest heart,
Sweetest demeanor,
Not a person on his earth,
Is any keener.

She is mine
I am hers
I saw her today
My heart still purrs

Thank You God
For my new found
special friend
I am so grateful Lord
For her You did send...

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Honesty begged an answer
from me it asked impossibility

Forgetting my  place within time
I spoke the truth, almost benign

Thunder split the world within
First a crack then a fissure

Old souls cried a sorrowful song
and blood-drenched the lids of eyes

Knowing truth as some may say
is keener than a sharpened blade

Sometimes best to hear a wind
than feel the storm of emotional pain

:: ~ ::...

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You've reached the pinnacle of fame 
where double-speak's the daily game, 
so many words, so little meaning, 
popinjay, so skilled at preening. 

Posing for a photo-op, 
your perfect hair a puissant crop, 
your perfect smile a sickly stare 
which fools the foolish everywhere. 

Demagoguery designed 
to derogate the keener mind, 
a smile will hide what lurks behind 
the gross deceptions of your kind....

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You've reached the pinnacle of fame

where double-speak's a daily game,

so many words, so little meaning,

popinjay, so skilled at preening.


Posing for a photo-op

your perfect hair a puissant crop,

your perfect smile, a frozen glare

which fools the foolish everywhere.


Demagoguery's designed

to derogate the keener mind,

a smile will hide what lies behind

to mark the downfall of your kind....

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There once was
A man
named Randy
Night after night
I gave him candy.......

I fell for his
republican
demeanour
It actually made me
Keener

I loved his buttoned
Up shirts
and this is what
drove me
to flirt....

His trifling stare
All his grey hair
Added even more
flare

I begged him to love
me
I begged him
to hug
me....

To which he grinned
and said much
To my chagrin
I need no wife
I have a life!...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky


You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's a daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.

Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.

Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile may hide what lies behind
but mark the downfall of your kind....

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HONESTY BEGGED ANSWER
 
HONESTY begged an answer 
from me it asked impossibility 
Forgetting my place within time 
I spoke the truth -- almost benign

Thunder split the world within 
;first a crack then a fissure 
old souls cried a sorrowful song 
and blood drenched the lids of eyes 

Knowing truth as some may say 
is keener than a sharpened blade 

Sometimes best to hear a wind 
than feel the storm of emotional pain 
  
-- // --...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky

You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's the daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.

Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.

Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a bush will hide what lies behind
and mark the downfall of your kind....

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky


You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's a daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.

Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.

Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile may hide what lies behind
but mark the downfall of your kind....

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky


You've reached the pinnacle of fame
where double-speak's a daily game,
so many words, so little meaning,
popinjay, so skilled at preening.

Posing for a photo-op
your perfect hair a puissant crop,
your perfect smile, a frozen glare
which fools the foolish everywhere.

Demagoguery designed
to derogate the keener mind,
a smile may hide what lies behind
and mark the downfall of your kind....

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age is like a vehicle
worn wheels wielding dark dribbles
taunted track melting moans
trained tyres whooshing gaunt glow

time pumps felon fuel
motive cum time, drooling duel
voluptuous velocity greets effort
youthhood yearning punctured pawn

age is also a staff
callous cedar fashioned by halves
time being a seething saw
chopping base, holder to earth draws

the keener the staff is rent
the closer man is to death.
       '20:05:16:11:30

Note: of airy age....

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