Short Mixtures Poems

optimal
  mixtures
side- by-side...

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a 'mountain' of sweets

inside the glass and steel jar

dolly mixtures seen

by Molly, a little girl

opposite these, mouth ajar...

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Brown and sometimes dirt
Dug, trampled and planted
Seeds to grow seeds to sell
Taken for granted
Mixtures of rain and sunshine
This is precious earth...

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I have a friend, one who enjoys some unusual food mixtures.  
Fried mushrooms covered in melted tootsie rolls?
Followed by snails and frog's legs.
After the last, she don't know whether to crawl or hop!...

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Whispers of vespers
I am tickled by nocturnal whiskers
whisking away the camera roll
of morning and afternoon
whiskey pictures
a picnic bowl of marvelous
madman mixtures
I voice my witch doctor
opinions with high dialect scriptures...

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What am I?
On a sea of blue
Mixtures of stardust
Earthen rust
and honey dew
 
Clouds rising in a dark sky
Fly , if you must
One time before you die
Turning into stardust
Earthen rust
and honeydew
 
I can live forever...
On wings above
On stardust
On your love...

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What am I?
On a sea of blue
Mixtures of stardust
Earthen rust
and honey dew
 
Clouds rising in a dark sky
Fly , if you must
One time before you die
Turning into stardust
Earthen rust
and honeydew
 
I can live forever...
On wings above
On stardust
On your love...

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Jaspers are a gifted lot; 
they mimic many things.  
From poppies to a leopard’s spots, 
their pictures really sing.  

It weighs much less than many stones; 
in it you’ll see colored fissures, 
holding abstract stories, all homegrown;
such lovely artsy mixtures.
...

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How this people thrown poor?
His birth or by Earth?

Rich and poor two mixtures 
Which to whom God fixes

Poor not chasing behind chances
Cashing rich all poor’s lapses 

Rich,poor like thrones and roses
Only God knows why the purpose
 
Hell is rich in fire and ashes
Heaven is for all poor masses!...

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Fools are tools 
They enrich schools 

Fool isn't a fool
But an awaiting elite
In an elite's misrule 
He grows mixtures of conceit
  
Students aren't stubborn 
Teachers are just wicked 
After school is the real churn 
That gets students allurded

Students are not students 
That give respect in turns by accidents...

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a confusion of conundrums, 

with lexicon's of verbs and phrase,

some mixtures of couplets rhyming

plus stanzas of wordy flow, 

the diatribe of tribluation, 

oh..! go on blame it all on me...

But no! i must conclude with this invocation..)

i call to witness poetry...!

Copyright Joe Maverick. co.uk
ammended 3 and 9th  3rd 2012...

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a candle’s flame moves
in the breeze from the window –
her gaze lowers

the sizzling dish
is presented, white chicken –
salsa, red and green

a margarita
wide mouthed, salted and chilled –
her laughter rises

silverware moonlit
stands out against the red cloth –
a knife is dropped 

Mexican coffee
arrives a two tone mixture –
too hot to handle...

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Beautiful holly.
    Inspiring willows to weep
    In deep dark lavish forest.
    Cedar Christmas trees.
    Bring wonderful memories
    Blending smells unfolding as...
    Fragrance after rain.
    Creating vigil vapors... 
    Making memories that last.
    Shavings in a bag.
    Fragrant mixtures add water.
    Very good imitation....

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MIXTURES
instances
of
ostensible
 exertions
with
traditional
certainty

expected
    overtly
resolve
  forsaken
embedded
 in
 treasured
 possessions
&
 perspectives

sophisticted
inventive
& intense
feeling
 spatial
turbulent
  immersed
fostered
beyond style
penetrating
the
 recumbent
element
&
interpolated
with
  problems...

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. . . I stoned the lord of death to death
     we lye, now, side by side

as

effigies of who we tried to be
among countless 
revolutions
among countless 
massacres

evaporating into mixtures
of all who passed 
that day, united

beyond soils of new shoots
I, a deserter
I, a warrior 
I, a beggar
I, a zealot

with the lamb
gathering stones . . . 

...

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Feel floral fragrance
Bright blooming brilliance


Dizzy dancing dreams
Savvy special streams


Touch thrilling textures
Mind moving mixtures


Sexy senses speak
Playful plunder peaks


Scented senses space
Fleeting fragrance face


Bubbly buzz breezy
Etch echoes easy


Blossoms blooming bright
Lavish living light




Leon Enriquez
25 February 2017
Singapore...

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She's choking on blood clots 
over the moon
her mind has gone wondering and 
it won't be back soon.

She's talking to angels 
under the sea
her windy expression 
is causing a breeze.

She's purple mixtures
of all that's not good,
her shape isn't changing
i don't think that it could.

She walks with the devil 
and flies with the birds.
Her mouth is an ashtray
and she's ashing her words....

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Like emperor Constantine
You were a convert 
to Catholicism on the deathbed.
Fascinated by Thomas Acquinas

and your other heroes:
Etienne Gilson, Jacqes Maritain,
Martin D’Arcy.
You considered yourself a pagan

and wrote a book,
“How to Think About God”,
as a guide for others.
You demonstrate God as the exnihilator

and you were not involved
with mixtures of truth and error –
particularly the moral
philosophy of Kant....

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A shimmering sun
Illuminating rays of fun

Sparkling ocean
A universe's devotion

It could be tragic
To capture the magic

Let the colors free
For exuberant eyes to see

A dazzling dance
If taken the chance

Music is my messiah
Perhaps why I'm a pariah

Painting pictures
Manic mixtures

With wily words
Here come the herds

Hide your heart
From a deviant's dart

I'm just a silly flightless bird
Painting pictures with words...

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Oh to have one's heart-string strummed by a 
loving angel-like hand! Like lumps on a head
are those lumps on the heart, a read of life's 
mixtures of orchids and desert sand. Oh to see 
an angel-like smiling back...divine halogens on steroids!~
a lost vision to my ailing heart -- deeply regretting
our divorce...the absence of my home...with a pool...
a country-club setting, and that enviable Master's style
golf-course you so hated. Missing you....

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The long skies of Scotland,
Kaleidoscopic
Mixtures of liquid and gas,
Cinematic palettes,
Watercolored squalls
Blowing over, like hearts,
From odious troubles,
Into tartan landscapes,
Highland symmetries
Of epic hills, Monro's
In staggering lines, give
Relief as gorse yellows
Sparkle, and heathers
Define the boundaries,
Of Scottish pride, oh yes
A preserve of esthetics,
Untamed, unclaimed remains,
Half eaten, abandoned
To the wild, centuries of
Warrior blood and thistle....

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He kicked the chair beneath his feet
  Freeing himself
Forever in motion
  Forever elevated
Forever caught in time
  My brave solider
How sweet are your cries
              Sweet as the cinnamon 
On pancakes you told me to try
  the first time we met.
The mixtures still fresh 
  yet the milks sour    cow’s got his tongue out 
your dead laughter fills the walls
   the rope tightens.
So his glassy stare turns to stone
  A smile whipped and cracked upon his face.

You’ve never looked so beautiful....

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