Short Objects Poems
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such longing in a long sad, drawn-out train whistle
do metal objects have feelings?
this sound makes the idea plausible
Form trembles my mind
all matter fads to decay
Empty sense objects
void, hollow, insubstantial
breathes mental impermanence
Chocolate
Stuffed animals
Real animals
Moms & dads
Family
Friends
Familiar places,
Smells,
Objects,
A blanket
And me.
Form:
You broken my heart
Before we could even start.
You seen my feelings
As objects, pieces of art.
Your choice of words are so tart.
eating poetry with a
plastic fork
sophisticated
drinking breast milk
with a straw
wavered objects
seeds swell your spa-
cious womb
Form:
Ego holds on to objects of desire
Yet we do know, we must exhale
We play inane games until we tire
Free at last, fears no longer assail
With terrain and angles galore
Nature has objects to adore
But what is this glitch?
A non-working bra hitch
Hides the peaks we want to explore
The wind blows strongly
The branches of trees dancing
leaves and birds disturbed.
It moves in circle
Objects and sand rotate too
Cyclone ravages.
Enough Said
The Experience:
I Am
Without clinging things
No objects attached..
Why continue..?
All has already
Been said...
Scattered discs so far
Trans Neptunian objects
Gravitational
Iced minor planets
Solar Systems, orbital
Eccentricities
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O my precious jewels
Opulent are my rings
October birth is cool
Opus of colors bring
Objects of mystery
Ode of poetic fuel
Of truth’s intricacy
Treasure hunting
glossy objects--
as glorious
Easter Sunday ends.
Thanking Jesus,
for some eggs,
chocolatey wabbits,
Heaven's cream gems.
I
Space looks empty but for us; our minds must pin our "objects" someplace
II
The soul lives on, in Joy or pain - the component named mind creates them
The shadows of all
colourful objects
are dark
in light,
Even the shadows of everything white,
So, does it mean
all colours are a great lie
in sight?
The first thing we see,
before beholding objects,
is the boundless womb of space.
Do we dare to leap,
in this enigmatic void,
omnipresent yet detached?
Objects of desire
quenches not thirst of my soul,
that seeks only your embrace.
That that comes and goes
is unreal, oh hermit ~
agape love alone’s real.
here I am, within the dream,
amidst objects I myself did conjure
there then thus remains nothing to be done
save with pulsations of bliss magnetism to concur
Myriad objects
Thoughts included
Appear and disappear
Some attract, others repel
Ol hermit, what do we hold dear?
02-October-2022
From atop my bookcase,
It’s spirit -
Clings to my experience.
Nicks and breaks -
A personality.
Inanimate objects;
Breathe with me -
With inanimate breath.
lament not
what’s downstream
be here now
desire not
mere objects
bliss beats beep
God’s life pulse
resounding
throbs within
25-January-2023
Tricube
slow is better
it’s the path we take
moment to moment
stretching time
vaporising space
and objects therein
as we partake of
gifts of magnetism
pulsating within
Our hooves, claws, horns and fingernails
To pick up objects like straw in bales,
Made of keratin, rarely affected by ails,
Helps us to raise our boats with fine sails.
life is a lucid dream we wish to tweak ~
securing objects which our heart does seek
life is transient, our body too will die ~
too late we ask the question, ‘who am I’
Vendor of Ice cream calling clients;
gangs slapped her and took her objects.
She screamed on the road,
her voice was not heard.
She thought that they were pickpockets.
Diggety Duggety
Emiline Richardson
Studied the Etruscans
Classically
Votive bronze objects, all
Archaeological:
What I dug up on her
Posthumously