Short Narrowing Poems
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the spine remembers
each vertebra a fallen city~
skyline slumped,
streets narrowing
to cautious steps
how I wish I’d been
a man, a dog, or a priest
being held from sin
by a roman collar or leash
how I wish my acts
were good and virtuous deeds
narrowing the path
for saintly men and their beasts
Artifact, uncertain
Degenerative and Facet disease
Broad based
Subarticular zone
Forminal
Narrowing
Impact
Root
Osteophyte
Spinal
Stenosis
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The crux
of a theory
is in what
it rules out
Clearing
the runways
narrowing
doubt
With the ballast
tossed over
all clouds
disappear
Obstacles
moved …
solutions
are near
(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)
Deathwards go I—
Through this needle’s narrowing eye
Called Life, —
With mortal Thread stitched—.
If garment be weaved—
From Life by the Weaver’s loom;
Then weaved was
I by Him— ‘til worn and creased
Out of shape into Death’s cold womb—.
Form:
I imagine a dense network of tunnels;
malleable, hollow tubes narrowing
then swelling - breathing a complex
language beyond my comprehension.
The synchrony is beautiful
and I long to understand it.
Bent wire horizon,
the day is a broken perimeter.
There is light
between the barbs
but you have to squint,
pretend the fence still holds.
People flee,
their knees are bruised
by each narrowing dawn.
The fool on the hill
blames the sun
in his eyes.
My river of existence flows upward
As I struggle with the narrowing width
While the depth of my water shallows
To that level which cannot sustain joy
The uphill battle to flow consistently
Becomes my daily task, my climactic war
Of a dependency on bettering my life
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I had rejected each warning.
I hope there is something left in me worth mourning.
I was on a mission to sacrifice-
Some part of me unspecified.
Memories that I cannot define.
Days where there was still time.
Weeks that eluded me- weeks that trickled away.
A narrowing hope- a painful stay.
Stranglehold;
The tough grip around that
Restrict movement and results
Asphyxiation!
Narrowing the group
Great possibility to
Limit and tighten activities and
Execution!
Hold on attention,
Overpower,
Lofty perch and
Dominance prevailed!
23/08/19
Topic: Stranglehold
Name of sponsor: Edward Ibeh
This teacher demanded that I write on cue.
Putting my art through an egg timer.
She forgot about the soul
how inspiration comes in starbursts
not pulled through a narrowing throat.
The egg timer is tipped over
the pencil sleeps in the slot
nothing but sand and egg on paper
what did she expect
Michelangelo or Seurat!
Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch
And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)
Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, America, betrayal, corruption, death, depression, evil, grave
The Body Recognized
in brief..
we misidentify our bodies
by forms assumed over
our years..
experience reports the
images by which we
have contained and weighed
and gendered the body
for so long..
now we must ponder that
our time-space body
as it walks and talks
is quite narrowing of a
new dimensionless
recognition..
in brief...
the time is
3:13
the day is
3/13
forgetting
to say
AM or PM
or what
year
remember
my Muse
someday
in the future
3:13 perhaps
3/13/20
something
might happen
to avoid
any more
confusion
between
us i'll say
1513
narrowing
down
the time
when
something
but maybe
nothing
might happen
but
how
to narrow
down
the year
Form:
Grit flies from spinning rubber,
the traffic is edging through roads,
narrowed, by the plowed and pushed aside.
Curb-side snow remains; solid humps turn brown,
in an un-melting light.
A lone chicken hawk circles an iced-over acre
of snaking roadway,
its black track attracts the birds eye,
as if it were the contrail of an elongated rat,
stretching into a bolt- hole of frozen sky.
Broken hearts of Cupid’s reign
Aim of cherub’s arrows shoddy
Study of love charts insane
Narrowing of the arteries gaudy
Until Cupid met his match
An angelic symphony named Kate
Harpist extraordinaire releases passion’s latch
Heralding head over heels fate
Sensuous fingers draw back strings.
Two slow breaths release wings.
12/26/2017
Sponsor - Laura Loo
Consciousness Only..?
only consciousness is
conscious..
with narrowing focus
consciousness moves
bringing manifestation:
you and me with
our thinking and
perceiving..
also the cat and cricket
with their knowing tools..
these are among
the multitude of
vibrations and colors
of manifestation
brought by the
narrowing of focus
as all the while
only consciousness is
conscious...
crimson sky collapsed
in trance ~
distant shore swooning —
dissolved baleen …crescent moon landed
in sunset s p l e e n ~
narrowing focus to locus ______
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Bronze Winner: Shortform Poetry
Prompt : crimson haze
Allpoetry. com : May 26
Glassy, green eyes
Narrowing in on me,
The gaze: raw, piercing.
First, fierce
Then disinterested.
Back to sleep,
Curling into a soft, impenetrable mound
Atop the couch.
I relax, following his lead.
All is well: after all, he's Just a cat,
A pet
Possessing no strange powers.
Yet, red eyes in the dark stir in me:
Some magic is going on here,
He, the keeper of the secret,
Can never disclose.
Itz,
cigar litany,
sun-glass villainy,
functional function-ability-
operating a pertinence undue to the mean-streak-
my man was a real porter but not so Greek-
hella' greedy like the weak,
hairy in ecstasy,
sternly speeding within his hoarse feet,
he'd leverage the wage against a narrowing bridge,
fitting neatly into scenes,
he'd soccer around his thing to bring out the majority of me.
At the end of the season
bagging trash
worn out from holiness
Lights burning black holes
in bright windows
Longer nights circle narrowing days
sense of unseen toothless dogs
The thin smoke of merriment rising
out of colorless dawns
The children are sulky
their wishes all came true
someday close at hand
they will understand
Still it’s been
(if the amount of trash
counts for anything)
the very best one yet
Road less travelled leads to our heart centre,
wherein we cognise vibrant bliss throbbing.
Only pure of heart can therein enter,
free from clutches of ego narrowing,
requiring mind body vaporising.
How may we do this, we hear ourself ask?
There is no doing needed for this task,
save choosing to entwine with the divine,
whereupon in surrender, we just bask,
imbibing bliss God wishes to assign.
07-November-2020
Sometimes,
We do not realize that it takes a while
To comprehend the meaning of our lives.
With vigor, vision, and dreams, we boldly
Say to ourselves, "Full speed ahead".
Sometimes,
After looking back, we are compelled
To say, "If I had only known".
Sometimes,
When multiple years have emerged;
When the roads behind us are so much
Wider than the narrowing roads ahead,
We look back and say, "Now I see".
At the end of the season
bagging trash
worn out from holiness
Lights burning black holes
in bright windows.
Longer nights circle narrowing days,
sense of unseen toothless dogs.
The thin smoke of merriment rising
out of colorless dawns.
The children are sulky
their wishes all came true,
someday close at hand
they will understand.
Still it’s been
(if the amount of trash
counts for anything),
the very best one yet.