Short Marker Poems
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I write premium Brand Names
On all my cheap stuff
With a permanent no label waterproof Magic marker
Its magic
Works for me.
solitude and celestial light
reflections of most recent strife
I bury in sand with a shell marker
leave it there in shallow, salty water
We searched through the desert
for a welcoming sign
But the truth was a grave marker
—our fate so inclined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
A silent stone cries to the sky
Heralding her tranquil graved name.
A windswept tree weeps autumn leaves
As on her limestone marker grieves.
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I wonder how it can be that time is all encompassing.
This marker has embraced everything from the beginning of time to this moment...now this moment...now this moment.
So shall I live.
A final remembrance,
stuck in the ground
an unspoken milepost,
lost to be found
Standing defiant,
with time as the judge
a marker abandoned
—memory begrudged
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
L.abour and mystery abound within against man
I. nappropriate conditions for the common man
F. alse religious against the holy plans of the marker
E. ndurance fight them all and brings hope to man
barn swallows return
from seasons I've never known
to bring me new wings -
my eyes scan the old dirt road
searching for a summer lost
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He is not a monarch
Possibly an inquisitive moth
His black lines are distinct, drawn on by a heavy marker
reddish orange body contrasts with miniscule white dots
He stays around a bit, curiously watching our discomfort
Here, but not touched.
Waiting...
for none but another ending.
Figurative pages are flexed, flattened
and shadows remain ungrasped.
Breath is unready for impact.
Staring at a stationary page marker stone,
I observe the outcome.
History’s unpopular these days,
No one cares where Blues shot Greys,
Or where the tons of cannonballs were kept.
Union marker stands aloof, alone,
Monument of bronze and chisled stone,
And students giggle where the Northern troops once swept.
A big whiteboard fills you, me and space.
We hover around with markers in our hands
And squeeze courage to make lines on the
Plane. How heavy the marker is and how
Dusty the eraser is. How large the board is
And how stationary I am, in that one corner.
Lo! twilight marker glimmer shines the light;
Glimpse of shattered colors rotating bright;
Eyelids cut slightly open visage spawn;
K aleidoscope rainbows promises comes dawn;
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Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Tears- never knew a home
So accommodating, like
Diamonds- cut with blood
So devastating the
Weakness- the marker of a soul
So Broken, by
Shame-in a mirage of a life
So Hopeless because of the
Meaninglessness-I carry with me
So futile these
Wasted-tears
Passing mile marker 75
I start to get young again
Reversing the clock the faster I go
Rod Serling fills his pen
At mile marker 80 my hair is back
my vision clear and free
And reaching 100 I’m safe in the womb
— returning unto Thee
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Thoughts they flow so easily
I need a pen to keep on me
No paper? No problem, I have an arm
To write things on, these words of charm
And when I transfer them to here
Then all who read will know you're dear
But if I get a new tattoo
Wherever it is I'll just show you
just a day longer.
and waiting just another marker.
too much time to bother.
patience wins against a lie the jealous heart its author.
comfort in the crater.
waters tide has washed.
stain free
separated flesh the ghost now atop the leafs
i feel truly free to wander.
Warm water
Swallow me whole
Up to my neck
Slide over my lips
And puddle into my ears
Close my eyes
The water climbs up to my brow
Pull the plug
The heat recedes
Watch the bubbles sucked down
The drain hole
The water streams
My body steams
I'm still not clean
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Flyover of no return
David J Walker
I remember
Approaching 40
Going 60 miles per hour
Reaching for the marker
That might curtail the power
And avail a slower pace
A space that might embrace
A respite in the race
On its way to 100 and
the flyover of no return
Always
A cold
Wet
Shift
Spring rains to summer
Sweat to fall
Rain to sleet
Snow to spring
Water
Sustenance
An element
But also time
A marker
Nature’s clock
Mine to know
That here comes change
Mist
Hail
Downpours
And drizzles
Giving me a chance to brace
They kept acting like a bunch of ancient idiots...
Screaming unto their, daemons see we told you so ?
Juicy Lucy, slithering past some fallon marker: checking
Their numbers basically they haven't got a frigging clue just
Spiraling through time a continuum in his or her disarray bleeding.
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THE DEMISE OF THE DEPARTED
It matters not what lies below
It's only a body in decomposition
The marker a resting place for a crow
The body below awaits a transition
One day that body will be resurrected
Let's pray their eternity is what they expected
27 September 2019
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What was the
Crash like for
Them?
Guilty of
Flirting and
Magic marker
Signs, aren't
We all?
And too young to
Die without an
Explanation.
And you were
Like the other
Boys, with a brightness
and excitement for
Life.
Racing, in an SUV
You found the sleep
that so many of us
Envy.
Ha, is Life a joy killer?
A sore loser? A penny pincher?
A dream wrecker? A home breaker?
Or is it a wisecracker? A joker?
A safe cracker? A bushwhacker?
A hell raiser? A heaven buster?
Or maybe, a trekker? A way marker?
A banker? An anchor? A timer?
Nah...Life is God's supreme Lekker!
Placid, watching him dig a hole. Hope he's digging it for me. I feel pitiless tward myself, for i
know my solution is sublime inside my fragile calm mind. gravedigger, make sure its nice
and deep, so I may cuddle up in a forever placid sleep. No marker needed, well maybe a do
not disturb sign.
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