Short Locations Poems
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The adverts around my poems abound,
selling flights and exotic locations.
The adverts around my poems are bound
to limit poetic variation
Dots on the globe called locations
tied to times, places, and situations,
arranged in haphazard design,
their inspiration, anything but divine.
Life leaved lavished locations
east establishes engagements
north normally had nothing knowns
west wishes no wastes
south summon their souls
life left rubbishes and rashes.
The world is vast
No one can journey it all
No eyes will see all its being
Drawing breath at different locations
But will all meet
At the belly of death?
Something we’ll all share.
We should all be thankful as a nation
For the phenomenon called “gravitational causation”
A strange unknown force
Pushing down during intercourse
Causing an increase in the birthrate in some locations
A new board opens;
New pieces are set in place...
Neutral locations.
Old men, face to face,
Talk of peace behind false teeth
Across the tables...
They make power moves;
Subtle strategies avail
To take the pieces.
in winter...continuity
....on a blank wall
locations,interiors
indelibly drawn on memory
dirt grime,decomposition
mirrors of neglect
nothing ..no one rules
anarchy avails
reputations burn..
with no place to go
I offen soffen neether content nor intent,
eether explicit or implicit about
devices to rearrange things in
the Care-ah-beein Sea or
pahkin karz at Hahvad
in Bostin.
Fake locations
fake bread you brake daily
tryin
to escape your true path of hatred
I like you better when you are only you
naked with with your blunt words
don't hide behind the white sheets in Georgia
I will find you and place storms there.
Form:
Where are the static river streams?
Where is the stationary sea?
Only in our thoughts and daydreams
can permanent things ever be.
Planets alter their rotations.
All objects dance to gravity.
Continents move their locations.
All things must change, including me.
Throaty, rhythmic guitar rolls
Across the room and calms my hands.
His voice, like a cigar box angel
Pokes around my insides and opens my mouth-
It finds plenty of nesting spots.
I wait for you to turn around
To see each word he has sung
Poking out of me in relevant locations.
One God; one spirit man; one creation.
One spirit man of infinite forms and
expressions. One earth of infinite size
and locations. One eternity of infinite
infinites. God breathes out so that we
may breathe in. He proves himself daily.
Faith and knowledge are a Universal One.
Doing is Happening
There are imaginary lines to mark locations in a map
Horizontal parallel layti are latitude lines.
Vertical khari lambi are longitude lines.
Four directions to go
The time is now.
Note.Maps can only guide readers.
Lesson.The marker of imagination is an important ingredient.
The Butterfly
So beautiful and colorful
Flying high
On the ground at times
Different destinations
Various many locations
Butterfly.
Wide-spread wings
Beautiful landed
Off to shore
On the sea
Rivers and lakes
Much more.
The Butterfly.
Traveling around town
Non sound
The Butterfly.
Form:
Euphuistic
Does you hand wad
Neither shoe burned into
A railroad spike
At night
I temper sound
Minds get rudes
Tellers often worry
On locations, and plenty
If we ain't prepared
Progress ain't caught wind
Chairs and snakes
Like hauntmares
No saddles
Give me no rides
I felt no bumbs
It’s weird how some of the most beautiful natural areas
I know were brought to my attention by warplane crashes.
In this case the P-51 Mustang.
The areas are Castleshaw Moor and Rooley Moor.
At those locations I feel truly at peace.
I’d stay forever...
from New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers
My home's not made of brick
or even frame or wood
She's been known to move around
from locations bad to good
She required no down payment
I never got a mortgage statement
Yet for comfort and for loveliness
She tops, by far, all other nests
For my home is where your heart does beat
~ My Paradise on Earth ~ so sweet
You may choose to be inactive in your life’s station
As you watch other trains travel to many different locations
Or you may sit stagnant on your train in quiet contemplation
As you question your undesirable situation
Or you can choose to get on board an active rolling train
As you seek new vistas and greet new horizons sustain
Year's end.
The calendar expires
in time's continuum.
Arbitrary demarcations
shift and fade.
Locations change; faces age.
Everything, though different,
remains the same.
Plus ca change, plus ca meme.
The stars are ruled by cycles
that the year produces.
Time decides the issues.
Our lives are nursery songs
in minor keys and
everything's been said.
Do you have the time
To listen to me rhyme
Use another ream
Or write another scheme
Would you like to hear
The many things I fear
Or listen to me cry
As my nightmares pass by
Can you even know
The places I would go
The things I would see
The locations I'd be
Should you even care
That I was even there
That I write this rhyme
To cherish this our time
Knowing-Space
Knowing-Space
A direct experience
Of a space-like reality
In which thoughts-perceptions
Appear and disappear..
The Knowing-Space
Colors and un-colors
In endless variety
With seeming borders
And locations pretending
An utter independence..
Thought is using these words
In a convincing way
Until we recognize
Once again
The Knowing-Space...
I learned a murmuration is
a flock of starlings whirling and
turning in the sky, changing
directions in a second,
flying back again, blackening
the sky in long sweeps until
for reasons man doesn’t know
the birds separate and fly away.
A different murmuration now
gathers on the sand and sends
dedicated men to new locations.
Berlin and Paris understand.
Donal Mahoney
MORNING! OH, DAY!
The skies open their eyes
The colors of flowers sing
and dew of morning licks
nature's tender head
a hawk pronounces
command of air
and the silent Queen
of Earth the ground
enjoys her breakfast
at any of the locations
she wishes.
Within their suits the
Sparrows sing their best
to audiences in meadows
and forest edges.
Morning! Oh Day!
:: 04-27-2019 ::
Descend do these droplets
Landing in locations to later displace
Falling fast from the sky
Onto cavorting child's face
Alight, they arrive; shattering small
But joining again, one whole are they all
Smothering and covering,
Blanketing our Nation
Stripping of color,
All of God's creation.
Obscure are our bluebirds
Belated, approach new birds
Suppressed; a love song
Yet life goes along
Encompassed in our Winter Wonderland.
Form:
In early morning dawn
when dreams invade
the peaceful mind
becoming like a active volcano
of visions and colours
of faces and places
some familiar others not
explosive situations
or serene peaceful locations
some bubbling with intense heat
or venting like the rising steam
creating cracks and fissures
to a once sleepy peaceful mind
trapped in a vortex
of emotions and feelings
between wake and dreaming
these early dreams invade.