Short Modes Poems

Matured's sweet silence
                                   Crowds of children playing game
                                          changing modes of life...

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PRINCIPLES
thoughts
  opposites
in
   mutual
modes

reinforced
&emphasized
by
 modified
processes
of
our
perceptions
manipulated
&configured
   collectively
together...

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Beauty
lightness
elegance  in parts
that complete and combine...
Modes
vacant
even in greatness...
so much beauty,
torticollis to sight
 is price
that's what we pay for ..
giraffe...!...

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Adversaries are none
When trepidation emerges
Rhetoric voices undone
Temper surges

Contrive modes of destruction
Follows continuous bashing
Unequivocal construction
Without talk trashing...

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 Meeting the twinkling stars
 Making skies glow at night
 Magical in her ways
 Muse of many poets
 Marked by her many phases
 Modes in crescent or full
 Moving across night sky

 2-19-2024...

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 it’s such a modes
 hint of fall yet it is  just
spring time cause cooling

chill the breeze April 
it is so now spring season
so can’t tell winds blows

spring time so cool now
seemingly like October
autumn metaphor

4/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
...

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past-present-futures echo now

evolution demands some future safety
for unsung potentials from life's blueprints
drawn up now in the present chain of life

natural species protections involve a blending
of life forms with such as environmental food sources
with respect color modes and general animal shapes


stan sand...

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All impressions we ascribe as human is that within the scope of our perception of this universe's expressions is by degrees and modes of Yin and of Yang with balance imposed upon us, aside of us, and even at the expense of us, regardless of our collectively agreed upon ideals and especially our narrow definitions of a feminine and masculine imposed on men and women....

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Tired, after hours 
                 of too much poetry.
                 Now back to cold, 
                 harsh reality.
                 You so wish to live in
                 modes, planetary.
                 But there is wash to do,
                 and things delightfully,
                 blessedly ordinary.   


                         4/25/2021...

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Out the greed-bound fella brandishing lust,
In the saintlier man flashing lamps of truth
With wise sayings and rhymes that soothe,
To let the past sinful modes return to dust.

Out the hasty hand that tosses love and care,
In the more careful soul that tolerates all
With a heart that does not let its beloveds fall,
The caring spirit that treasures all jewels rare....

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Shadow of Doubt

The lesson now for
All traditions
Religious and not..it seems..
Is that beliefs and practices
Which you have fostered 
So long..always carry their
Shadow of Doubt..

Our own experience tells us
Why this is so..
Beliefs and practices live
In the realm of our minds
Cast in separation modes..
Replacing mind with Mind 
Yes..Drops the shadow......

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I feel inclined to come and dine
if i have to hear you whine
I feel amused that you refused;
you chose your serpentine
I'd like to bet
but you would jet
the question I'd impose
But this is spit!
I want to quit!
I'm ripping off these modes!
No more u-huh
and thank you hun
you listen clear and now
If your so strong
But feel so spawned
Then why'd you wait for now?...

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A palette of tones and modes carefully laid on an unburning flame. _by Poet

  
 I gasp and utter silent sigh, in thrall
      poised on the edge of crisp susurrous fall
         mother's leaven variegated peaks
            lie on a sea of amber - scarlet streaks,
               yellow, and green allures xenial call


7/25/2021

'Bite Size Poem no14' Contest Info
Sponsor	Line Gauthier...

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How difficult it is to pursue
A moral code that seems so trite
For a young son whose modes are new
Insisting his thoughts are alright
When a bold mind creates a fight.

But the choice to stand by my will
And show reason to discipline
With tough love, I claim and instill
That harmful friends are not life's win;
And praying our bond won't crack, as kin.



Hard Choices Contest by Dr. Ram Mehta
From J.Torrente...

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Let fingers whisper passion in clashes,
Stroke fire and heat to enrage the flashes,
Each seductive contact with the caches,
As I torture your skin with tongue lashes.

Hyperactive silhouette's of contenders,
Loving probes matching their surrenders,
Wiggling members entertained by plunders,
Feverish minds management blunders?

Secret desires in rhymed wet modes,
Covets thirsty pleasure dripping lodes:...

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A brand new year
To now attend
To modes of cheer
That unfurl plans


A time to make
A lost of things
That drive a stake
In sanguine flings


A way to see
The rainbow stains
In harmony
When sun greets rain


A space to check
On wants and needs
In choice of tact
As zest sows seeds


A touch of will
To frame appeal
In silence still
That gently heals




Leon Enriquez
02 January 2015
Singapore...

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It springs upon you.
Gleaming clawed metaphor
struggle to unhinge.

Many-legged adjectives 
commence to crawl over the page
similar to a robotic centipede
but bigger, shinier, brasher.

Then the seductive purr,
the mannered modes, the manicured forms,
the unmistakable reek of poetry.

The first step they say is recognition,
the second step is to find it a home.
The third step is to clean up
after it craps itself....

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One. Two Three.
Four Five Six.
Seven Eight Nine Ten.
Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen.

Go. Accommodate Groceries. 
Solve Ill Trainers.
Go, Seal Obscene Modes. 
Solve or Burn Therapeutic Affairs. 

Im. Telling You.
Broccolis are good.
Yes I said that.
No I don't regret it. 

Inspire! Intervene, Locate!
Goal System Definition.
Spiteful Harmonious Tidy Teeny-tiny.
Combine and Deserve Wealthy Secretaries

March 18 2020...

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It sprang upon me,
a clawed metaphor
not anything real, 
but a shaggy crypto-beast.

Then the seductive purr 
the mannered modes, the manicured forms
those deftly obvious diphthongs 
that like spoor, lead to more -
the unmistakable reek of
a force-fed poem

The first step they say is recognition,
the second step, is to admit
a laryngeal contrivance.
The third step is to clean up
without complaint,
when it craps all over the page....

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Raising light and reversing diffident order,
Proves a puzzling endeavor in noble modes—
Its compulsive plume wafts over the boarder,
Laid low and beholden to rebellion in codes.
Show me your values! Your colors are clear!
Your preemptive ‘no’ leaves you future regret—
Substance would make your defiance sincere,
And you haven’t shown any signs of that yet.
So listen, my son, as I walk you through Hell—
For my father once made me angry as well....

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Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours 
that owned no share of care - the virtual halls
are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.”
No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate - 
to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate....

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It springs upon you;
gleaming clawed metaphors
struggle to unhinge.

Many-legged adjectives
commence to crawl over the page
shedding endless varicolored skins.
Whole lines turn into robotic centipedes.
Then the seductive purr,
the mannered modes, the manicured forms,
the unmistakable reek of poetry.

The first step they say is 'recognition',
the second step is
to bleat indignantly about poetic license.

The third step is to clean up
after the poem craps itself....

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It begins in the neurons of the brain
It ends in the stained wall most often
But pardon him for it just skids excitedly
From nowhere as a gentle serpent
Creeping slowly by the ladies' room
Now despise the grinning thespian
Mock the laughing orator
Curse the chuckling poet
Execrate the smirking vocalist and the painter as well
For they are a bunch of angelic maniacs like the rest of Adam's clan
Who strive to reach the occasional peaks in artistic modes
Now it's wet!...

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 I see differently than ever before To know what's needed ever more, I am but real I am so true I need not a single clue, I can sense different modes To understand me is to know I speak no codes, I speak no lies but a honest thing I have some sweet I have some zing, I was so full of anger To many there was much danger, Not in violence but how I speak for I am so strong far from weak To face south or head towards the north Do what's within what helps you to go forth ...

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We're waiting for the government to change
it's horrifying practice
And take away our money made
for glorifying tactice

That all our money's gone to help
for fortifying latice
When all the things our money's meant
is poorer modes of gratis

So all our time is wealthier
for owner fair'ed access
When all our lives now owned by them
are burried doary factus

So all we take is meant as ours
for story satus maxus
When all our time amounts to breath
for stated glory tactus...

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