Short Markers Poems

Visited daily 
in remembrance of the fallen 
markers stand row after a row...

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Signposts for a highway
Heavenly bound?
Or just markers, letting on
The dead are found?...

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Seven chocolate butterflies
Dancing on shower bubbles 
Strawberry markers don't swim on leather
Lasagna....

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Acorn hats of wood
balanced on each fingertip
while giggles spill rich.
Felt tip markers draw the eyes
in this poor man's puppet show....

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Daughter, sister,
Wife, mother,
Adjectives of kinship
Are worthy of worship

Markers of purity,
Idols of sanctity,
Yet victims of atrocity!
Strange cozenage of sanctity!!...

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As I paint a keepsake rock with my brush-style permanent markers,
I think of how the marks soon enough wash away off of my skin,
Just as his beautiful love for me was not permanent....

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The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.

Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred....

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The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.

Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred....

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#REGRET: TASTE/LOOKS/SMELLS/FEELS/LIKE...

"SPAM IN CAN FROM 20TH CENTURY,
GRAVE YARD (NO MARKERS),
VULTURE VOMIT,
CANNOT STARE BACK AT IMAGE IN THE MIRROR FOR TOO LONG
COURAGE* ASKS....
WHAT WENT WRONG???"


©Renee D. Gross 01/18/2018#...

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Have gone the extra miles
Retreaded my soul several times
Wept as time faded
In a distant swirl of lost hope
Gassed up, reved the engine
Hit the entrance ramp
Knowing
The extra miles
Are just part of life’s tour

John G. Lawless
©7/18/2023...

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Mrs. Generosity gives me Kleenex, but that’s not good enough.
She offers me pencils, markers, stickers and other school stuff.
Some people do not know her as well as I do. Too bad for them.
She is a friend to me, a cousin, a delight, a wonder and a gem....

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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....

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Fresh starters for the new year,
A new goal for a new month,
Markers for a day.

The poet's calendar, 
A door to a new timeline,
Planning versus life's hurdles.

Vicissitudes and mysteries,
Tomorrow's questions,
Dawn harbingers what we see.


January 4, 2023....

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Silver scales sink in emerald sea
remains of battle, survivors flee
like sunlit rain in forest silent
spiraling down, bottomward sent.

Hungry mouths do now not seek,
tasty flashes. . . the slow, the weak.
No markers note their quiet passing.
except filled bellies, now not fasting....

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1.
mind's edge blunted
desert devoid of markers
my tears wet dry sand

July 29, 2014

2.
seasonal picture
don’t let me add a thing please
your haiku not mine

June 6, 2016

3.
missing photographs
real content camera shy
skit artist needed

June 6, 2016
Brian Johnston...

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Our past is a highway
Flush with mile markers
That measure life travels,
Some unworthy of remembrance;

As life's pages systematically turn
The future becomes liquidated
And past increases;

Nothing is ever purged
And remains our DNA
Unless repelled by memory;
Or God rewrites your past....

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Dulled by years
  a sense of touch
a stream of tears
  nothing left, I feared

monotonous as weather
  days melding together
no markers between
  feasts of shoe leather...

you tip-toed stealthily
  probing a hole in my armor
set me a-tingling magically
  ruby lips enchanting me...

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Once lit by flickering torch light 
with animal tallow mixed with ocher
daubed on subterranean rock walls
now lit by streetlights or LED headlamp
slashes of spray paint and magic markers 
splattered on concrete bridge abutments,
boxcars, or walls of tenement ghettos,
but the message is the same
we were here....

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The bony finger beckons,
The skeleton’s white hands
Invites us all.  The skull-pale pall
Of marble juts and stands
Monumental, in the grave-thick lands.

Oblivion’s sweet country
Is glowing moonlit-bright,
The markers loom.  Each urn-capped tomb
Is skeletally stark tonight.
Hasten toward the tempting, funereal light…...

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two lane highway
in the countryside
dormant fields sleep
in shadows
reflective markers
count the miles
soft classical music
plays
haiku shared
to ease the way
darkness
and stories of despair
a friend says lightning
will turn winter to spring
a flash of green
all too briefly seen
visions of fortune
I try to believe...

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I find myself at times in my life,
at a turning point- which way do I go?
and I always returned to the foothills 
Searching for an inkling of a feeling of home
Long after the farm had been foreclosed on
Sad, as I watch the cattle now in the pasture- 
where my Dad and granpas markers and ashes lay
~ashes to ashes dust to dust~...

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While beauty reigns
     Enjoy the feast
For soon enough
     Will come the beast

He creeps along
     A steady pace
His markers, you
     Will have to face

While beauty reigns
     Be kind to those
Whose mirror, youth
     No longer shows

For soon enough
     Reflections change
The beast will come
     And rearrange...

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Vigilante Tongue
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015

It oft returned,
 To a world of familiarization, 
Screaming and shouting;
Relying on speech 
That can ne’er be recalled;
Intent, vociferous words once latched in,
Now spent, are as grave markers
Set all in a course,
That appears cast in stone;
An inglorious lasting legacy;
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Stretched across the ravine,
the walking bridge 
is covered with snow.
Steam lifts from the narrow river bed below.
The hand guided ropes are glazed over with ice.
Raccoon tracks are pepper sprinkled in front of me
like virgin markers leaving a fresh, first trail.
Once across,  and safe,
I toss yellow bread crumbs across white snow
for starving birds....

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if i was a miracle worker,
i would magically turn your head and eyes my way
i guess i can be dismissed as a dreamer
it's unhealthy for me to carry such a weight
i wish i could catch you looking at me with a smile
i imagine you taking my breath away with your unique style
all i can do is color with the markers in my brain and marinate
i am not a miracle worker...

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