Short Played Out Poems
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although we’re from ego unchained
we’ve played out our role as ordained
intent’s pure and so we endure
blood that flows that soul be retrained
As the unchanging screen of awareness
Upon which life impressions are played out
As luminous self-existent consciousness
no attribute exists where fears may sprout
10-March-2023
symbolistic clouds
visible heavens
between equators surround
delicious desire
hushed lovers on fire
remembering momemts
nature played out
undercover
grasping the past
crying nothing ever last
You can see
trains
waiting in
the yard
Iron, Smoke and Steel
Our lives are played out
in the aftermath
of that
tune
Urban creatures
become one with
the city landscape
IRON, SMOKE and STEEL
It is beautiful, yet strange.
A feeling that is hard to explain.
Definition unknown,
Yet the same.
A melodie sweetly played out of tune.
A rose freshly bloomed.
A stroll
A bewildered stare,
Memories shared.
Form:
I played out my string,
I ran my race
My chaps are frayed,
but spurs in place
Still one horse to ride,
with saddle in hand
That last trail awaits,
—final sunset commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
The sounds of a summer night ring out;
a firefly air ballet performs,
as young eyes embrace the tale;
played out by blinking lights.
summer’s magical;
churning waters
abetting
nighttime
choir.
A long time ago in the land of ice and snow
Played out such an extraordinary loving scenario
A white rhino and brown bear
Made love on a chair
Result was a snow white polar bear, wouldn't you know
© Jack Ellison 2015
TRACINGS
so
pleasing
conversation
diffused
imbued
varieagated
in
deep sentiment
uppermost
identity
reawkened
a
passing
ressemblance
envisaged
&
beholden
an echo
of
a respectabilty
played out
in
twylight
splendour
TRACINGS
so
pleasing
conversation
diffused
imbued
varieagated
in
deep sentiment
uppermost
identity
reawkened
a
passing
ressemblance
envisaged
&
beholden
an echo
of
a respectabilty
played out
in
twylight
splendour
Deeply rooted dark desires
of every deviant sexual urge,
divine and unconscionably
naughty primordial nuances
of sensuality unscrupulously
played out in dreamt midnight
rendezvous or reality if you dare...
it's not so hard to swallow
A shadow falls over the ruins.
As the path leads her to where
She wants to go.
The adventures played out
In her mind.
Heading off the beaten path
Is what she read about
so many times.
In search of hidden gems
That sparkled and shined.
4 am 6/ 13/ 2017
I long to hear that song again
Like it was when I first heard it
The pleasure of its newness
As it played out to the end
Close your eyes and see the lights
Psychedelic in pulsating colours
As you rocked the sound and look
Dig it and hear it as your sound.
© Paul Warren Poetry
In the evenings I can see myself
my movements throughout the day are played out in my head
the footprints in the snow, the car crunching along the black night road
I can hear the conversations played back to me along the wires
of wandering thoughts
and I think is it all just a dream?
the candle's haul —
blown from my lips on glass,
shearing fire falls
how the wick goes down,
left a shadow on smiling girl's cheeks from the frame,
picture played out now
stained
days
stay
the candle's haul —
left a shadow on smiling girl's cheeks from the frame,
stay
True to myself
Let’s be real
I was an addict to your soul
The pain of it all
Never having it real
Just a feeling
I knew I was alone in this
What it was
It wasn’t real, it was only a fantasy
Played out in my head
I think I’m hurt
I think I’m hurt
You’re not real, you’re fake, gurl
If karma were a thing
I would say bad musical scores
get consigned
to live their next lives
as the symphony of unheard notes
played out on medical devices
until someone actually hears them
or they draw someone else back from the dead
in sheer desperation
having successfully escaped
hell
Quietly I sit and think of you
As my mind plays out in scenes too
In the sunshine of thousands of suns
Days together in our happiness won
My mind is a movie of played out scenes
Of us together in the love it means
And these treasures are close to my heart
For I know that in my soul we are never apart.
© Paul Warren Poetry
marathon of deep seeded feelings
a long-distance emotional
endurance race to the finish
a maladaptive mental competition
that lasted an extremely long time
that want great lengths to try and
remain within the unhealthy contest
within the game that played out year
after year between the two hearts that
fell into the emotional trap long ago
There are those who
are doomed
to be ruled
by the moon's pull
while stars clash;
who are double crossed
by Venus and Mars.
Those who bleed
are those who need
but never learn.
And there are
those who burn
those who love
only in hell.
Old tragedies
played out in pain
betrayed, denied
denied again.
Those who are
blameless
take the blame.
Wrapping letters around
the conflict
A war played out
with words
The fury of shouted
diction
Slaying enemies still
unheard
Shooting vision
into the onslaught
Attacking silence
as legion’s advance
Loading insight into
the canons
Killing emptiness
—with a warrior’s chant
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
this game of faces
played out pages fast,
fret filled thoughts, dark places
stuffed full brilliant cast,
dream parts falling
barked out loud,
haunting muse keeps calling
hid by gauzy shrouds,
but if "a little wise the best fools be"
can verse be looked upon so proudly,
or should we, as Mr. Bradbury agrees,
just be "stung with a theramin, loudly"?
immaculate,
yet plain
sepia like
intervals:
laughter
played out,
an absence
of sounds
yet,
reminders, remain:
contraindications
& sway
back&forth,
respond
with rage,
open up
past bruises,
scream
with frustration,
forget,
then
sleep
Wrapping letters around
the conflict
The war played out
with words
The fury of shouted
diction
Slaying enemies still
unheard
Shooting vision
into the onslaught
Attacking the silence
as legion’s advance
Loading insight into
the canons
Killing the emptiness
—with a warrior’s chant
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
S traight from the start.'
T rue blue allways for you
A ustralia allways in his heart.'
N ever one to turn his back.'
C oster known, the country round'
On that guitar, he strummed town to town
S ure supportive of ANZACS all..'
T reasure of so many, in outback halls
E very venue he played out his heart
R ecognised as an asset; Aussies value his art.!