Short Passageway Poems

Like the butterfly emerges
From the dark cocoon to light,
We through Death- the passageway,
Burst forth to another Life....

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The light in the passageway
Burns through the night.
You always put it off
Whenever you came home.

 I stay up, waiting for your return. ...

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Death
isn’t the end
nor should it be
it is the passageway
through which all must walk
‘ere we meet the one
who holds the key
to the door
of our
soul...

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in the far corner
of a local pub
in a narrow passageway
between once-stately brownstones
in an abandoned shack
midst a darkling woods
there breathe
secrets of
quiet folk...

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in one 
passageway
squirting out
another
not a worm
on a hook
but a fish
perplexed
perhaps
by miniature
coral pieces
I told you so
a dozen times
ooh, such
devilishly striped
gills...

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I can hear you knocking
At the doorway to my soul.
Seeking passageway,
Using love as your toll.

While here I sit and wonder
Should I begin again?
But I'm not sure, no I'm not sure
That I should let you in....

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The window of opportunity
is a delicate passageway.
It is sensitive and volatile.
Enter it without hesitation.
It's often a one-track way.
She might never return.

051023PSCtest. Line Gauthier
Contest Name. Bite Size Contest no 63...

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ice shapes a prison
	translucent gothic spirals ~
		prickly passageway

Inspired by but not entered in* the Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin

*I was just too dang slow in deciding which one to enter! LOL...

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Mysteriously intimidating.
Intensely disturbing.
Dim, smoky, noisy. Of what force
Hellish, so pushed on down?

Where a changeful melt of figures, faces
And worse, feeling phases
From out its walls, grasp at attentions
Does ooze. Life's renown!...

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Strange and ghostly sounds

Howling through the tree tops
A strange and ghostly sound
Haunting hollow echoes
Saturate the ground
Whistles in the passageway
Like a banshee’s screaming pain
Natures’ eerie moments
From the north wind and the rain...

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D.P. // Tell Me Where To Go

Only they will know
Seek the passageway 
For the gold to where now 
As the sunset goes today 

Cotton candy sky
Hearing the wind blows 
Bonfire to light night by
For this moon glows.

Written 8/24/15 ...

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Skyscraper,
skyshaper, 
skysharper... 

Don't mind the fall of ascending
for its gravity does the work for you.

A passageway to this wind tunnel is open now,
yet the recoil is still undone.

Leave the rest to the high-rise end,
and embrace your bound to the above....

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Striking colors of bloom
all consuming flowers of beauty are out on display
Mother Nature wordless world of interplay
what warm affection you hear her say in your day's passageway
Her glorious world of eye art of elegance and eloquence
flowering purveyor of love, peace for all your day's...

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Across the country, I’ve lost my sense; 
I sit and count the days. 
The days I have not perceived your say. 
I’m gone in a haze recollecting your mysterious gaze, 
am I crazy to say I keep falling in this passageway; 
your love is enchanting my insanity. 
I add up the days, when will our love go away?...

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closing eyes, we feel our breath
entering nostrils, pausing at third eye
employing pure intent, we direct it upward
through a hidden passageway, straight to crown
touching the lotus feet of God pulsating as light
such is the game of hide and seek we play

14-May-2023
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Bite Size Contest no 63
Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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Our days can slip on by like grains of sand-
how they might fall
where they lay 
may grant
ease.
Best
counts on
how we sculpt 
those neath our feet
to shape life's passageway till they run out.


September 10, 2020


Contest: Double Tetractys 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Photo: 2

Syllables:  10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
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R-ise of the sun begins, 
O-n the second of February; 
S-hadows have disappeared, 
E-arly morn offers glory.

A-t the end of the tunnel, 
M-any say there's a light; 
B-ecause not all days are dark, 
R-ed beacon makes them bright.
O-pen your eyes to the glow
C-oming from the car's ray; 
I-t truly warms your heart, 
O-n your stop inside the passageway....

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We appreciate this modest passageway,

Which we are trying to coax you into. 

You always seemed to figure these things out so wisely…

The fact that we are not trying to call you back to us. 

But rather help you escape another way. 

As you lie on this table-

We must act passively.

As we let go of your soft fur. 

To allow your wings to sprout....

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Tonight, my skin is a checkerboard
across which your fingers trod.
My eyes are the ransacked cities;
my arms the passageway to escape. 
Your hands claim my ribs, my neck.
Your hands rest on my cheeks
sprouting full-formed wheat stalks.
I am the sea, formless and uneasy.
You are the ploughed land, stable and course.
Your calloused hands are tendrils of smoke
hovering in this watchful darkness....

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Resurrection Sunday
April 16th 2017
Written: by Tom Wright

The passageway to Heaven is a toll road,
From which many a u-turn has been made.
But If you seek Heaven as your final abode,
From the narrow you can’t have strayed.

This is only foolish to those not knowing,
That sin’s assessment was paid at the cross.
And someday they’ll reap what their sowing,
If they’ve lived life encumbered with dross.
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I will tell from the perspective of men,
I know firm, and I trust,
The earth is a tunnel and,
Men are Voyager always on the traverse.
Through and through,
There's the ups, and the downs,
Morning light is hope, but
Nighttime is full of rancors.
At the brink end of the passageway,
Is the hope for redemption,
The saver is born in the dust-laden season and,
There's the Christmas.
When you've seen all these,
Prepare yet for another turn....

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I am following the footprints
Of a shadowed spectral shape.
Through every line and passageway
She sings to me in daydreams.

Songs of virility and violence
Of sexuality so savage.
The grousing of the planet,
Her heartbeat cracks the fault-lines.

She walks under an orange moon
In cornfields in November.
Singing soft her siren tune,

So I may listen and remember
That she may always be pursued
Until my bones like glass will shatter....

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Breath 

He had a layer of skin 
That's wide open 
He was suffering as he walked 
He was buffering 
Carelessly as a stride sought
He'll put his heart up while suffering 
Why has it inhaled an exhaled 
Lung keeps the flow 
Who would know 
And he walked through the door 
Through the passageway he saw His lungs 
moved and all he could do was be strong


... breathe

6/10/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025...

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And he thinks of her:
Of their lost love and dreams. 
The photocopied decree,
Heavy with its seal
Of official disapproval,
Flutters leaf-like to the floor.
He buries his face in his hands
And cries tears of pain and heartache

In another passageway in another house
On the other side of town
A sigh of resignation and regret
Escapes her, and she thinks of him.
Remembering. Wanting. Needing.
Regretting.
Still loving him
But not liking him very much...

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