Short Machinations Poems
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under a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Miss Molly Morland might meet her modern mate Mark Martin, a maverick man, who mostly masters making multiferous machinations to make mellow amour with this maudlin maiden beside a mighty mazy mountain made of mossy moraine.
Threnody dirges miseries
Severance of machinations
The gravedigger’s shovel buries
These coffin crypt lamentations
Lachrymose welts filling levees
Life’s vile xenotransplantations
Psychopomp as a wraith’s whisper
Dust swept away by a zephyr
Decorum walking on stilts
There's a train station beckoning you goodbye
Young Bobby is talking adamantly
he has lost his chance
Your hallmark has lost its sheen
paper machinations,
a wave of apprehension
out out of time
prepare to meet your maker
In a nearby village, a man unfurled his manifesto of machinations.
Shotgun blasts echoed the summit until he turned,
cheeks flashing in the biting cold.
A bouquet of flower petals,
explosive roses frozen in time,
sculpture at the snap of one’s fingers.
... those who “no”, don’t speak…
... those who don’t “no”... can do anything…
A mechanism persistent
Expose machinations consistent
With hidden truths…
Bits of Data Access the CRUD
Breaking it down into fluid roots
Morphotic frame.works to reboot...
Form:
God’s breath withdrawn
feeble form fell
strangely heart was calm
then the current was restored
rekindling life in dust
ignorance thus dispelled
wayward ego aligned
with the pulse of love sublime
resting machinations of mind
reclaiming inner light
she whispers to the bluebird
early every afternoon
whispers in its ear and
it listens as if it understands
she dreams of peace
and they talk for hours
probably devising machinations
to make this world a better place
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
RUMINATIONS
sentiment
glimmer
in
primitive
gatherings
approach
then
turn
desert
&continue
to decay
&rot
soon forgotten
reposing
in
a breadth
of fine mesh
piled high
with
translucent
half-visions
beyond
the quaint
mottled
machinations
machinations of life
exert a stranglehold
as the noose tightens
we choose to vaporise
whence fate as may be
is rendered innocuous
thus in, within but not of
earth life play underway
with our ego immanent
presence transcendent
~
we have the cake
and eat it too
his name's been on every child's lips
in whirls of fantasy, whimsy, slips and trips
synonymous with awe and wonder
we all grew up with the machinations
of Disney's wild and vivid imagination
a man with the grandest of vision
beautifully executed with precision
AP: 3rd place 2025
Jenny eat her probiotics
eating foreign leaves
chewing on the cud
the machinations of the wise
foreleign days
back lit
She is braver each day
said she hadn't the time to choose
but she still believes
in the duty of self improvement
A message to the earnest
she find her garland summer
notice the weird machinations of mind
gripped in wayward ego’s relentless bind
delusion orbiting desire’s circle
far removed from fontanel’s hue purple
violet vibes take up pole position
granting us to God’s abode admission
magnetism immanent and transcendent
embodying in our heart, love’s pendant
Our bells rung
Our books shut
Our candles blazing
Water will not protect us
Nor houses keep us safe
Love knows no impasse
It's egress assured
The coldest cockle warms
And the most brave shudders
Love demands submission
The answer is to bow
For we revel in its fetters
Delighting in our erotic machinations
hollowed out form reverberates
with pulsations of the cosmic hum
everywhere all at once resound echoes
sound of one hand clapping of the bliss drum
glistening forehead and toroidal heart oversee
playful machinations of divine magnetism
as a receptor we delight in the play
igniting fully mind-body prism
“Destiny” implies
a controlling external force -
the random positioning of planets in solar orbit,
or the mysterious machinations of a spurious spirit in the sky -
both impressively improbable and laughably unlikely.
Occam’s razor slashes!
And free will is the last rational refuge standing...
September 14, 2020
The art of doing nothing requires release,
from the machinations of our lower mind,
for which attachment to body-mind must cease,
that thus leaving all cravings of form behind,
we flow effortlessly like the morning breeze,
soul presence with pulsations of love aligned,
which simply requires a shift from head to heart,
feeling therein spark of bliss ignition start.
Dark..in depressions grip
on an unending nightmarish trip
Dark..as thoughts unsaid,
in machinations dread
Dark...as the human soul
as transgressions take their toll
Dark...as a solar eclipse
in life's sudden apocalypse
Dark...as moonless night,
without a bright guiding light
Dark...as the hour before dawn-
how will hope be reborn
Paper machinations
steam blase
A lineage of a story
gives blurry eyed account
Velvet accorance
the seats are tweed
Whilst those bewailed on newspaper lined bench's
steal sleep
Tramps in grey silhouette
chew on dead cigars
Sequenced starlets
cruise soothsayers in Marylebone
Dancers kick their manniquet stance
worship the jaws of night
turn grey in disown
I rested on a beam of light
In between sleep and night
Journeying far
Beyond far flung star
All as it seems
Between light and dreams
Galaxies and constellations
My own machinations
Dreams, half a world away
Light, tomorrow and yesterday
Dreams and light
I travel far in to the night
Once upon a dream
Once upon a night
Light upon my bed
Dreams, in my head
I rested on a beam of light
In between sleep and night
Journeying far
Beyond far flung star
All as it seems
Between light and dreams
Galaxies and constellations
My own machinations
Dreams, half a world away
Light, tomorrow and yesterday
Dreams and light
I travel far in to the night
Once upon a dream
Once upon a night
Light upon my bed
Dreams, in my head
I paint a whimsy in my mind,
A quiet place and pretty,
Where I can simply dream
Child-like without the nitty-gritty
Of the city's less then kind imagination.
In reverie, the gurus say, the mind
Will try visualization, the machinations
Of the Universe, or so it may seem,
But in truth it's just an aberration
Of Reality's unending hallucination!
aka
~ 'Where's my $1.2 million, Gov?! ~
Governor Newsom won't back reparations
Says they are so much more than
'mere' financial machinations ...
A 'committee' made a fool of La-La-Landers
with $$$$ proposals backed by buckets of sand ~
Governor Newsom, their phony front-man
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Note: 'DOA' (in the title) = Dead on Arrival
Tripped over your intoxication
of a darkly delivered potent punch
flowing in absurd contradictions,
wallowing mid drunkenly exhilarated
gulps of denial's cursed vintage,
swallowing elixir's exhales in a shot glass
engulfing reflection's accelerated fire,
bourgeois Machiavellianism slurs topped
off machinations' idiosyncratic delusions,
'twixt boozy sips of head game’s hungover ego
I have no mystical god to pray at,
Nor holy book of prophecies to ease
My nagging existential anxieties.
I have no hopeful dogma in which to invest.
No unseen machinations set to railroad time
That guide my own awareness of the void.
But I can speak to the universe,
This thing I observe,
And it will answer in its way,
As it sees fit.
So long as I have work to do
And water to drink,
I’m good with that.
Tat tvam asi.