Short Phase Poems
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Pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters and half. Dollars to coin a phrase~
8/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Moments is just a phase,
Devastation will not always be faced,
Joy is everywhere in place,
And the cycle will repeat it's phase.
dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you
Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL
Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back
Though Covid-19 could possibly
Be slowing down globally but apparently
It ain't over
Till It's over
Phase two could go wrong horribly
Lush dreams
of velvet mists
and streams
Moss tides
smear harbor wall’s
grey sides
Blue waves
spray fossilized
lime caves
Poem submission date 9/4/2020
all achievements
turned obsolete
in last phase.
I do this phase for the physical pleasure I deserve.
Even if it is purely just torture, I will curb every curve.
I shall also embrace every encounter as a way to serve.
second phase of fall
which has seven cool phases
mint and pomegranate
Few dry pomegranates under pomegranate tree. Very few green ones on pomegranates trees branches.
I wanted to make something out of nothing,
But nothing I did find,
So someone must have left nothing,
If nothing was left behind.
So all I found was nothing,
Was that something,I did find?
Now, her past best lifestyle lives in memory...
Talks loudly in her silent mind's story
Of supposed moments' value,
That hunt like thorns of the blue
Which cannot be healed by late sorry.
Addendum
Per-some
Hi-you-yelly
Allendaw-Dew-Daw
Stroked...
I-There-Now-No,
Another... And!
-Gray Squirrel
12-31-2025
Whenever darkness looms through changing phase,
Minds- be each crazy or cool, doubt betrays
Light... struggling of essence strike;
Unlike electric that spike
Consciousness without denying truthful gaze.
PHASE
I am trying to work hard to find the next phase
Are you finding the next maze
Everything is fine until the last haze
Are you feeling the beauty of amazing phrase
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando February 22, 2017
It was all a lie, yet again,
He played you for a fool,
Made you believe he really wanted you,
But alas it was a jock for him,
You were never special,
Just a silly young girl making him feel young again,
You were just a phase,
PHASE LIT SPRINGING MOONLIT DANCE
I see the warm summer phase light
Judgments calls yet one dares answers
Ever showing springing forth right
Dance round moonlit night a prance
5/28/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I am 20 miles from happines
but my tank says 5 miles to empty
failure is behind me doing 95 mph in a brand new whip with a full tank of gas
I know I can coast 15 miles down the hill but its 6 miles away
so I ride ready for what ever.
to be continued
Form:
Dearest Vicar –
As a poet’s lines:
It is divinity proper!
Onions figure
In our everlasting divinings:
Her white ashes
Of our burn-fire
And the dew of dawn’s tears
Still coax the rainbow
To no avail
Her white ashes
Splashing wet-dusts of dark days:
Cocks crow in vain?
Form:
Shall I not sing of thine beauty,
When mine eyes set gaze upon thee, fair maiden?
Glory, glory to the Creator,
He who hath blessed thee with such splendour.
For thy laughter doth shape mine days,
And strolls with thee
Are tales one ought to brag of unto his mates,
For the pride they gift.
Last Phase
Almost reached last phase.
High time to clean up and clear.
I tore love letters,
my most precious treasures
and put into recycle bin.
07/18/16
New or old poems max. 8 lines. Contest by Rick Parise
drowning
in fountains of learned ink
and lit keys
Lost and flailing...
Did it ever matter?
nobody would even notice
if sunlight goes black,
hidden behind sleeping will.ows
muffled by snores
and striped-barked trees
stifled pattern
viewed through stubborn lashes,
through discolored eyes
Soon,, the air
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the life that lives
beyond measure
falls to glory,of pain and
pleasure, a gift
a notion a freedom
spoken, spiritual
claims, deep passion
to bring forth another
day undone, anew a
journey sail. founded
drifted and bound delivered
to a shore, cleansing right
to be pure.reborn captured
smiling, laughter in the sun
The day after Christmas is always a little
anticlimactic the gifts opened – the wrappings
and ribbons all tidied, although a few gifts
may arrive late and our Boxing Day guests
may add a few.
But we're past the solstice,
days will slowly get longer
and the moon rising over
the valley’s leafless trees
was a bit over half-full
– kinda like my mood.
Each phase
has two facets,
As two different
Sides of a coin;
One is positive,
The other is opposite to it;
One loses,
for other to win;
One lives for other to survive;
So never ever worry of losing,
Solace yourself,
By thinking optimistic;
Losing gives space,
For other to win;
Be happy,
Still you are win, win,
You too are part of win;
© sadashivan nair
Your beauty crosses my mind again tonight,
and once more, distance turns my thoughts to silence.
For though your voice still lingers in my days,
your touch remains oceans away from mine.
I try to busy my heart with lesser things,
but every road still finds its way back to you—
And perhaps that is all I truly know now—
no matter the miles,
I’ll have to admit that,
I miss you.
How can you expect wisdom from people whose minds are dulled by the fumes of alcohol?
How can you expect respect from a creature whose only concern is satisfying his appetite?
How can you expect beneficial knowledge or good character from someone who falsely believes himself superior to others?
The hypocrite, the liar, the deceiver deserves no respect, and we must expose his true nature.