Short Outside(A) Poems
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Last rattling breath
The air sucked from the room
Outside a dove calls
The sky is turquoise
The moment pure filigree
Nearby the hawk sits
He waits for a woman,
Who’s shift was changed years ago,
But yesterday told him,
"Visit you on Wednesdays now "
So now he waits for her,
and Wednesday to come.
A fearless knight in shining armor
On his way back from battle
Outside a maiden's tower
Climbing her long golden hair
Because she is a prisoner in her own castle
from outside a nest of light
warm with steam and quilt
and slippers worn with steps;
a kitchen ship with dad crunching
when i think of this
i nearly say i miss you
A sign outside a Fish & Chips shack sure stopped me
“Buy One for the Price of Two, get the Second One FREE”
Now I've seen deals
But this one appeals
Wait!!! Maybe I should buy two for the price of three
A sign outside a Fish & Chips shack sure stopped me
“Buy One for the Price of Two, get the Second One FREE”
Now I've seen deals
But this one appeals
Wait!!! Maybe I should buy two for the price of three
Weave between branches
they're playing a game of tag
one by one, they're it.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.12/2013
I was watching the chickadees outside a few days ago. This is what I had come up with.
A time of hollyness
feelings of happiness and pride
The only joyful day
A morning of a background filled with snow
Flocks or scores of crows
outside a cold wind that blows
An evening of presents and toys
Santa claws arrives
Form:
Pride detests God
God detests Pride
If you dare utter this
You better go hide…
________________________
Note: I saw a news clip that
featured the second line above
on a sign outside a rural church.
Next to a hospital-bed
Sorrow
Outside a hospital
Lost
Inside a hospital
Felt at home
Sometimes what we do
Means more than how we do it
Sometimes how we do things
Means more than what we do
Next to a hospital-bed
Realized that
Can't find my car, should recognize it... it's white
That's 50% of cars these days, doesn't help my plight
Outside a local grocery store
Tried to remain calm, but swore
Finally found it, it was jumping up and down with delight
Your eyes on mine
mine in yours
kiss me
forked lightning
hot and white
from sky to earth...
Root of flowers
springs from the earth
beneath our feet
outside a tree is full bloom...
Our garden
our heart
flutters...
We rebuild
shattered trust....
I step outside, a world of beauty greets me
landscaped gardens, lush leaves on each tree
Yet my stomach feels so queasy
a vague sense of doom leaves me uneasy...
Sans freedom of speech, life is hell
afraid to break a single eggshell
Sit outside a spell
Sense the freedom
Sans hi-tech whistles and bells
Thrill to stylish cloud formations
Sunset's changing combinations
Grace the palette of Creation
Breathe in deeply, then exhale
Arms flung upward, touch the sky
Take your leave now, off you fly
His name was Brown, his face was black
he walked alone outside a shack.
A siren sang across the track
and signaled clear the next attack.
A man in blue (a maniac?)
took aim and made the morning crack .
Like stones around a cul-de-sac,
six bullet holes frame Michael's plaque.
I’ve woken in the strangest places
If, by strange, one means faceless
Scantily dressed, if at all
A parking lot outside a mall
A park, a street
In unsocked feet
An autopilot’s nighttime journey
Assless gown upon a gurney
Uncertain of what brought me to
Embarrassed, shocked, without a clue
I have stood next to a hospital-bed, felt sorrow
I have stood outside a hospital, felt lost
I have stood inside a hospital, felt at home
Sometimes what we do can mean more than how we do it
Sometimes how we do things can mean more than what we do
I have stood next to a hospital-bed; realized that
Upon the freshly fallen snow
Outside a church a horse and buggy
Waits for the owner to arrive
They are going for a ride
To a farm that has a sleigh ride
In the farmer's field close by
Enjoying the sleigh ride
Hot chocolate is served
After the sleigh ride
The children will have coca
With a tasty snack to enjoy
Out my window, just out of reach
Where I can see but cannot go
Wanting to learn from what will teach
Out my window
Through panes of glass no pain to show
The other side so close to breach
When it opens, one day I'll go
Outside a forest, sky or beach
Soon I can be there toe to toe
Swap my reflection I beseech
Out my window
I awaken to shadows
outside a soft patter
the emerald lawn glistens
a screen glows
laptop on table
waiting for a new poem
the day begins
with a whisper
solitude's embrace
with a whisper
the day begins
waiting for a new poem
laptop on table
a screen glows
the emerald lawn glistens
outside a soft patter
I awaken to shadows
veiled by a shroud of mourning,
lost outside a mask of woe-
I seek abhorring moments,
disguised by joy, a rough smile-
concealed by a handmade cloak,
obscurity is a sheath...
until I feel love’s blanket.
Sevenbits
Theme: Mask
October 4, 2017
You might think that I'm happy
All of the time
But inside my smile
Is upside down
Otherwise, you wouldn't
Want me around
If all you ever saw
Was a continuous frown
I guess that's why
I'm always clowning around
Not wanting others to see
Me feeling down
It's the only way I can think
To keep you around
On the outside a smile
On the inside a frown
Never able to break on through
caught in the time capsule
of yesterday’s tomorrow
he wandered alone …
Searching the darkened streets
of Santa Monica
hearing the music—chasing the words
dancing as demons followed behind
Channeling ancient voices
trapped outside a future closed
to his irreverent questioning
—lost within the storm
(To JDM: August, 2023)
Those migratory storks,
will not come
this year.
The lake was burning.
The secret kill
of the wringer
was metastasizing.
Make the tether-
small for the macabre
end. I am not yet
frozen. The stalker
will not leave the
flame. Outside a tribute
was ready for
an uprooted tree.
My shadow moves ahead
to catch a cage bird,
in the parrot green sky.
Satish Verma
Hi, Ira, hi!
How are you?
August wanders
outside a window here.
The rainy trace behind him
stretched from the far country.
This August is similar to Alexander Block
Yes, Ira, he is a Poet!
You believe?
This summer he has written for us
The hot sonnets
and the songs of asters and phloxes.
Changeable August!
I am sorry, but
Probably, he will stop loving us soon.
Hi, Ira, hi! How are you?