Short Massed Poems

a wining breath
                          a massed the soul child
a loud blessing...

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~*~
~~**~~
rain has passed
the rainbow shows
as a promise of the past
the sun rises above invisible clouds
not a single shadow cast
and nature glows
colors brightly massed
~~**~~
~*~...

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t.v.'s mind mirror reflects upside down side-ways and backwards

---in past

missed ages
masked sages
massed stages'as
mixed ages
watched

---now t.v. consumes

massed stages
mask age'as
missed sages
messed ages as
ads


stans sand...

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They kill for their namesake
Blinded with visions of righteousness
Mirrored with images of self
Sanctifying, with daggers plunging deep
Crowds gather in loyalty
Massed in fear, assembled in hatred
Adherence to dogmas of a farsighted kind
While master deceivers bloom like orchids...

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It seemed like yesterday
We deemed new hope in play.

Rare New Year did appear-
Its Two-Thousand premier!

Decade, times two, flew by-
We prayed peace would comply.

Aplenty letdowns massed-
by Twenty-Twenty's blast!


July 2, 2020

Contest: Verses in Essence - 8 Lines
Sponsor: Joseph May
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Nostalgic 
Enthralled 
Voyage 
Ever
Rapturous

Beguiling
Reverie
Exhibits
Alluring
Kaleidoscope

Don’t
Rupture
Ecstasy
Amassed
Mind

September 30, 2019
Contest :Three Word Acrostic
Sponsor : Bobby May...

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Had so much potential
Feel I have squandered
It all away 
Not at all how I had
Thought my life would 
Turn out
Never could my younger 
Self have ever had ever imagined
How massed up I would cause my 
Life to become 
Wish I had a time machine
To go back in time and tell
My younger self never to 
Let things get this far gone...

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On drowsy hamlets mobile hordes descend,
From tight-lipped forests rises a babel. 
Wanderlust is to distant wonders sent,
As fleets of long-haul birds skyward rumble.
Where massed footprints to virgin lands extend,
And sights are packaged for all to sample,
Coy beauties in nature’s bosom held dear
From between heaven and earth disappear....

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I count you, that the day were first, thee last,
as in repaired diplomacy's repast.

A building up of time - restoring, chaste
or in contempt of cruelty, take fast.

I count thee - as tomorrow's faith outclassed
does blindly look for reason now surpassed.

I count thee, for that love not change its bast,
but counts - the sun, the moon, the ever last.

And counting ...feels as one in spacious massed!...

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When she crossed her legs,
electric silk 
slipped over thigh orientated beguilements.
Her shoulders were disrespectful.
The massed pipes and drums
of her braided hair played upon my mind.
I was alone for a thousand years
drinking her in.

I wanted to ask her
but what?
Besides it was then she looked my way
with a cool ‘muck-you’ stare.

Back at the hotel,
my reflected sun-slapped face,
seemed as unstable as sand,
yet the syllabary of her thighs
had so much more to say to me....

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