Short Pendulous Poems

one pea yeilds
pendulous pregnant pods-
endless cycles...

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Vines drip pendulous
fairy spun orbs in June
strawberries tempt me...

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pendulous grace
in harmony swaying free
tall weeping willow



posted on June 28, 2019...

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Gazing at my toes
Soft pendulous rhythm
Caressing dusk’s beauty
Her soft, molten, tangerine dreams
Ferry me
To you...

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Noble, regal tasseled turkey
prominent, pendulous wattle,
garb of iridescent feathers,
and bright red dangly snood.
Your stately gait pleases my eye
and your beloved, peculiar gobble
sends particular pleasure to my ear
May you forever strut your stuff(ing)!...

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She’s become a swindling memory
Blowing over my thoughts in a pendulous way
No remembrance why she’s no longer here
Just her ghostly laughter lingering in my ear
No remembrance of her tears
I only know she once loved me dearly
But I’m to never come her way again, if I hope to hold on to this good memory of us forever...

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Pendulous abdomen.
The term used for
those women who
bear multiple children.

Too many, too soon.
No time for tummy
to reconcile, recoil.
Back into shape.

And so it swings.
Often times limbs are
visable under skin.
Tight like a drum.

Irish Mum.
No contraception
allowed. Poor thing.
Must let it swing.

Pendulous abdomen....

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clock hanging pendulous
fealty
     realty
sitting stoned on the ride to work
dazed and bedazzled by the shining
working, heavy engine roar.
sitting stoned on the way home
waiting
    debating
wishing you had
avoided the trappings of middle-class
     two-car garage
            inflatable
                 single-serving
                      trophy wife
life....

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From immemorial time
 on England’s plains
 the Stonehenge stands –
 pendulous rocks over life precipice.
 
Produced by a culture
 that had no written records.
 Sun clock, devoted to circling sun -
 religious site of healing?
 
The sacred burial place
 of prehistoric ring of standing stones.
 Suspended stones as heavenly dome -
 devoted to afterlife’s achieving.
 
© A. R. Wielgus 2015...

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Pendulous eyes, weary and bleak
Immoveable shadows, the unseen torrents
Coyly divulge the once impetuous spirit
On his shoulders, he carries a colossal weight
For his is a cleft vessel, rudderless and floundering
The rise and fall of each swell, brings neither hope or despair
He contemplates the gilded life, an absurd apparition
And slithers back to obscurity where the worm and dreams cohabitate...

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The gypsy moth’s nest 
clung like cotton candy, spun sugar;
wet and weighty to the pendulous boughs,
of white birch and maple
a deadly adornment shrouding the forest
in an air of decay.

A miasma of atmosphere
Muffled the morn;
dampening the resolve
mystifying the mundane
multiplying the cloying scent
of fallen leafs;
solidifying the webs of moth and man
unifying the monochrome scene....

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My fingertips moved slowly up and over your lower dark region,
          Stopping to caress your navel.
          Towards the base of your breast,
          Outlining the entire soft pendulous orb,
          Savoring this before seeking the inflamed nipple. 

          Your flesh erupted in miniscule bumps.
          Your body shuddered and your eyes closed.
          Your pleasure a tiny,exquisite death:
          A rebirth in paradise....

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AURORA'S AURA OF WINTER COLD


                                     Aurora’s aura of winter cold
                            The sun’s beaming rays from the azure sky
                       drifting ecstatic shining slowly through milky ways
                          blowing chilly air fondles the shivering Nature
                           emerald pendulous grapes under the leaves
                             dripping with diamante glistening mists...

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A tribute to Joyce Kilmer

I sit under this willow tree.
Its pendulous branchlets swaying
In concinnity around me,
spontaneously bestirring
a soliloquized pleasantry:
No measured words and rhymes I write
Could ever describe your beauty
Because fools never get it right
and” Poems are made by fools like me”
imperfect, conventional lines.
“But only God can make a tree”
creation of perfect design.
So I write down beneath this tree
these feeble lines of poetry....

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In the valley of broken dreams
Of lugubrious light and banished beams

In the valley of broken hearts
Of pendulous pain and petrified parts

In the valley of broken smiles
Of secluded self and tormented trials

In the valley of broken eyes
Of shattered sight and swallowed skies

In the valley of broken souls
Of surrendered spirit and hypnotic holes

In the valley of broken loves
Of serpentine silence and scornful shoves.




June.29.2017
Broken 
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes...

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