Short Open Ended Poems

Open ended questions answers confine closed beginning thoughts~


6/3/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Truth is a question,
all answers abstain

Its dream open ended
—wonderments gain

(The Book Of Prayers: February, 2021)...

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The greater the question
  the more futile the answer

Truth open ended
 —opinion be damned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)...

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a longed for
         caesura from
convention,
        life en pause
on hold,
    an open ended
flight from
               reality..
a still point...

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The answers
linger in the darkness

While questions
shimmer in the light

All reasons
alive with expectation

Open ended in wonder
—and delight

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)...

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zillions-
amounts beyond
our imagination
like the depth of infinity-
worthless

zillions-
open-ended
eluding summation
endless quantities revealing
nothing
...

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golden dreams of reverence
 awaken passionate providence
 open-ended relationship 
I love you more than
--- your heart and soul

9/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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I broke my mother's heart

To please my friends 

Some bridges where not built to be mended 

They are open ended

Like Ghost Station's 

And platform's 9 and 3/4

Mind the Gap

Clickedy Clack 

The journey terminates here...

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Exchanging passionate pleasures surrounding myself yet
Open ended streams of love grandeur facade never denying 
Those heart strings being strung played by consumers band marching


5/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018...

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By Dawne Zacharias

Poetry is an
ever evolving 
idea moving to
a new becoming

as the 
opening of a
cedar chest
enlivens the senses

it creates a new essence
ripped from its original author
it becomes a new poem
an open-ended adventure...

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Are the questions far better
  than the answers?

Do they contain the possibility
  that definition never will?

Is the magic of perception
  open ended in wondering why?

Is the essence of life itself
  beyond what words can ever tell?

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)...

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It rings; open-ended shape of a bell,
Especially a flower -but to ring?
Only to a heart and fills air with smell
With scent and not sound yet it still will sing.
Air made so fresh by such a lovely thing.
Bell Flowers fills air with its stifling sweet,
Bells blessed by Lordly rain and suns kind heat....

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an
enigmatic
    esoteric
experimental
  process
with
 innate
distilled
satisfaction

intricate
 tangents
  of chaotic
immediacy
ennounced

an
essence
of
abstract
     phenomena
 of vagueness

 In
an open-ended
happening
of concepts
 & fragments
 in perplexing
characterisation


...

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My tears are streaming
His eyes were beaming

My thoughts turn to past acts
His thoughts expose the cracks

My never-ending mental torture
His tools are put in order

My race is coming to an end
His race is at the first bend

My end is nigh
His begins on a high

My time here has ended
His time is open ended...

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You may never know 
Why that recruiter never had a job 
Not for him, not for me. 
He was a wide-eyed blue 
And end of a story plot 
As we need bodies in open ended doors 
Barefooted writers and bold writers too. 
Where you may never know the next platoon 
Bermuda triangle or a mere emotional trap, in a day light saving zone !...

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Did not wish to love another,
To turn on this brother,
Platonic now, or lover,
Thinking of him under cover,
Should I hurl fat bloomers,
Passing by, his zoomers,
Each has a fantasy, 
Would joyboy love old me?
He smiles and waves,.
Blows kisses I save,
Time takes care of stuff,
Can't love him enough,
So unexpectedly, 
Open-ended booty!
...

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Green grass on the ground of possibilities 
The geese sing the praises of common victory 
Open ended, the landscape stretches individual imagination
Feel the breeze caressing the inner soul of man
Confidence is the current hue of the sky 
Clouds of pride dance gracefully on top the ground's ceiling
Eroticism in simplistic and naturalistic gestures...

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You left the question open ended,
Yet the answer you knew.
What little price you had to pay,
And you couldn’t follow through.
Confused and abandoned,
Your eyes give you away.
Before they were so clear,
Covered now by clouds of doubt.
It all started with a question,
You knew the answer to.
But it ended in a shout,
And it’s all because of truth....

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   monotonous
pulsating
   perceptions
of
formal
    coherence
in
open-ended
    fantastical
            fragments
in
the hinterlands
of
ambivalence

gaps
   hiatus
     lacunae
errors
&contradictons
      discarded
then
    restored

an eclectic
    mystery
      of
        ongoing
scepticism
faded
in
a surfeit
of
    analogy

...

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This poem is; an open-ended rhyme to myself;
In an emergency; break the glass, to save thine self
I've seen more than anyone should have to; but my eyes have more to give
They can't take; what you can will through, if you believe in the need to live
I'll be there for you; caring and true, my promises are walls; no sieve,
My devotion; not all that I give to you; defeat, I will outlive...

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Eighty-five
Eighty-three-
we're so blessed.

Three aged kids
five grown grands
two small greats.*

Pray we stay
well- to watch
our babes grow.


January 27, 2023

Contest: Tricube Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Sara Kendrick

Rules: 3 lines in each stanza, 3 syllables per line
Leave the reader with questions
and/or open-ended thoughts.          

*Third great-grandchild due this coming June!...

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A word ain’t worth a hill of beans.
Grafitti for computer screens,
a word can’t tell you what it means
(the thing it’s in existence for).

Each age forms self-defining views,
infatuations and taboos,
its West Points and its Waterloos,
but balks at what the butler saw.

The less that’s said, the sooner mended.
Nothing’s ever open-ended.
There’s people want to be offended,
and so it shall be, ever more....

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Black plastic bag
discarded on the bridge
writhes like 
an injured animal.
      
A paragraph of
birds in the blue 
of the sky wing by
grammatically correct,
but open ended until
the commander in chief
changes its configuration
with punctuation.
      
A fleet of wild geese
flying their colors
barge in like 
small battleships 
in minor invasion.
The equation
some of us make
is: what price
Freedom?...

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I don't chirp very much... anymore.
I prefer to show case this journey in stanza.
Those open-ended cages that shooting stars and rattlers 
occasionally escape from.

I choose not to be around the "them."
the earth stream is cascading with "them"
the users 
the flame throwers of hurt and abuse
the spoilers of the soul
Polluters of good dreams.

I prefer to nest in a maelstrom of verse,
and the wonderful shadows they breed....

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Please give us a topic, at least just a clue
I have no direction, don't know what to do
Do I scribe what I know, or write from the heart?
Or do I quote Shakespeare and try to sound smart?
A ballad, a sonnet, a three line haiku?
Or try to be clever, and try a senryu
Perhaps using penta, and maybe i-ambic?
Dactylic or pyrric, it's sending me manic
So next time a subject, please tell us ahead
And I'll write something different to be a blockhead...

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