Short Miasma Poems
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Lingering thick fog
drapes rainy dawn
with its alabaster blanket;
bright rays of sun
yet shines through.
Date posted: 07/31/2021
Haiku 67
cool mist’s embrace
Smoky Mountains hiding
morning miasma
white dogwood flowers
Tennessee deep forest shade
fiddleheads unfurl
There's a poem in me
straining to come out
Caught in the miasma
of my fears and doubts
It yearns to escape
to take off and to soar
Who will hear its cry
and free it evermore
Miasma of night melts in morning’s gilded glow of the sunburst sky
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May 29, 2022
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The wavering cloud clumps weave
the lattice of dismal dusk on tree tops,
the wilted willow weeps.
As the miasma of night
melts in the music of rain,
rhapsodic dawn waits to dance.
solemnly breathless in behemoth miasma
effect starts playing havoc with my asthma
dropped in a world of despair, me as well
carrying dark in darkness - more is more
of that, my eyes won't know, my ears may
Hidden, buried 'neath the miasma of filth
that spews forth from thy lips- DEAR!!!!
My DEAR,
love is what you seek.
Murder is what thy speaks-
Language of the DAMNED
CHEAT, LIER- keep so that
DEAR...
Form:
Exhausted she flushed his Viagra
in attempt to relieve the miasma
but her relief
was ever so brief
now the falls coming up at Niagara
©12/25/2018
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The lanes of Yew trees
in the Garden of Remembrance
cast long shadows
over the wilting wreaths of regret.
The miasma
of the colophons
inscribed
superseded by
the suppressed vignettes
at each service held.
Messy molten melt
Blazing burning belt
Miasma moving much
Fiery flaming fudge
Hurling hissing hot
Sudden sweeping shots
Deadly debris dance
Crusty crumbling chance
Leon Enriquez
07 September 2015
Singapore
humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
unclouded
unhampered
views
noticed
& natural
observations
in
a spontaneous
interpretation
of
distant
light
upward
intimations
springing forth
uplifting
& transfigured
perfection
....revealed
.. revered
Fog spreads slowly with silent qualm;
confusion grips me, I can’t flee
through the maze of journey’s last mile
as vagrant silhouetted still.
Time is cloaked by opaque future;
I see dreams sunk in miasma
at the blurred depth of hazy dusk.
I wait for sunshine to burn mist.
Inter
laced with love,
on the margins,each life
a gift from God,deserving of
respect
yet humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
Inter
laced with love,
on the margins,each life
a gift from God,deserving of
respect
yet humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
Exit gold crisp noise
Whole winter white blanket sky
Carrot pipe smoker
Stressed humans all cloaked
A full moon mirror shimmers
Oddly naked it stands
Cold dawn miasma
Snowball friendly warfare
Magnetic eye gaze
By Shane Cogan (December, 2013)
Bathory, Bathory
Come take a bath with me
I hear it's a cure for asthma.
Bathory, Bathory
Please scrub my back for me
And do not pee in the plasma.
Bathory, Bathory
Take off your hat for me
Hang out with me on the piazza.
Bathory, Bathory
Lay down and nap with me
That might erase my miasma.
“Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park”
Silent lovers entwined in sensuous rapture
The thrill of fusion they desired to capture
Melody of love resonated in rain-rinsed wind
The gleam of dream melted miasma of mind
Fate flavours forfeit
Primal play proceeds
Sly street-smart succeeds
Move meek memory
Stains streaking slowly
Echoes end easy
~~~~~~~~~
Fuss freaks form frozen
Dig deeper dozen
Meet miasma molten
Lead laughter lumpy
Brine bleaches bumpy
Seek sure sobriety
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 March 2015
Singapore
re-post inspired by a SO contest word
MIASMA
Inter
laced with love,
on the margins,each life
a gift from God,deserving of
respect
yet humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
Invisible fortress
Of inner seclusion
Locked in a prison
Inside myself
A miasma of fear
That keeps me chained
To the baggage of the past
From which I long to escape from
No bars, no doors
Yet, stagnant I remain
Ghost of fear
Trailing me like a shadow
Subtle whispers of doubt
A reminder of the fraud that is me
That I hide from everyone
A student battling with Asthma
And vaporous Miasma
Wouldn't he pack up Charisma?
Soon, confront the sure dilemma
Of suspending his Diploma
Or sniffing Hard Work's aroma...
Espy I do Anathema,
Its picture clearest cinema:
A man from a great deal barred
And a future that might be marred...
Worse than malfunctional plasma
Bad Asthma plus Bad Miasma!
The March
The best-designed plans
have the tendency
to not materialize.
Plan B and plan C
is the smoke of despair.
Overcoming obstacles,
try a new plan again
that doesn´t include
a third individual.
Postponing your journey
until the sunlit days
turn into fog and
a miasma of precipitation.
It rains on your parade
the triumph of the will
not yours
has won.
Cadence lowers its tenebrous tempo
Dulcet to a morose Memento Mori-bund
Lachrymose ribbon garnet fountain
Ruby rivulets in wine glass Chardonnay
Bubble floats to pop
Silence yet I sway
Miasma tang vitae oh Nueva
So they swing on a rope seputchra
Momma Mia mommy
Bites her lips
Somersault flips
Debauchery
In my hidden boutique adornment boudoir
My basement locked ossuary
In a situation of dilemma,
It's holy ambiance or miasma..
You're in thoughts, you're in book,
I find you in every person, wherever I look.
This situation is admirable, don't wanna resolve...
If it's life imprisonment, don't wanna absolve...
Enmeshed in-between right or wrong,
But there's a connection for sure....
Let time decide it's fate....
But present with you is great...