Short Narrowing Poems

how my temple aches
a pain I can almost see
though blind to the cause...

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Artifact, uncertain
Degenerative and Facet disease
Broad based
Subarticular zone
Forminal
Narrowing
Impact
Root
Osteophyte
Spinal
Stenosis



If you understand this, please explain it to me!! :)...

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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)...

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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—....

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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......

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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......

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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....

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My dear friend Karen passed away today
Which makes me feel gray
I will miss her a lot
And she'll never be forgot
I will think of her lots
And keep her in my thoughts
She'll always be in my heart
So when i fall apart
I will hold my heart
I love you Karen
As each day is narrowing
At least she'll be at peace
No more pain and at ease
As she becomes a angel
Like a floating halo
My dear friend whom I'll love and miss until my end...

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My dear friend Karen passed away today
Which makes me feel gray
I will miss her a lot
And she'll never be forgot
I will think of her lots
And keep her in my thoughts
She'll always be in my heart
So when I fall apart
I will hold my heart
I love you Karen
As each day is narrowing
At least she'll be at peace
No more pain and at ease
As she becomes an angel
Like a floating halo
My dear friend whom i'll love and miss until my end...

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Keyless Entry

Lengthy corridors that lead to shrinking doors
surrounded by the closing in of walls
narrowing of purpose seeking escape

Windowless views of endlessness
masquerade as madness
fueling the fire of the madman

Scanning non-existent horizons
for silhouetted ghost ships
adrift on a troubled mind

Keyless, claw marked doors
unsure of what resides
on either side


3/30/2017

submitted to – Doors – Poetry Contest...

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He is mixing blue and purple on a portrait--me
while gulping coffee
of which water fetched from an old well

A figure taking shape on canvas 
Wild strokes my hair
two sparkling dots my eyes

It feels so quiet here on a so quiet farm
Amid the mirror-shine mountain ridge
Not hearing a note from a bird, nor from a rooster

Mr. Brown's head tilting, eyes narrowing 
Skinny paint brush against his mustache
long ashes falling off the dying cigarette...

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Just before dawn,
gloom thickly laid around your head.
A time when heroes are at their weakest,
when troops turn restlessly in their fox holes,
where lions hunt inside a narrowing
sliver of night.
The suffering and ill at ease
feel a crawling flesh drag itself over their minds.
Then perhaps, a green-eyed tabby cat
leaps onto your chest. You relax into its soft purring.
Then the light slips naked and fresh through drawn drapes
seeking a heart to love....

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