Short Porthole Poems

sea of azure waves descends
golden streams flood through porthole
black birds breach panorama 
tanners soak up residue...

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 A porthole in the clouds
With the sun shinning through
Could today be day world sees
Something in clouds anew...

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whirling colors of the cosmos
a new window opens up
azure porthole promising a new world
I gasp at her surrounding oranges
my favorite colors...

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my
keyhole
gaze outside
the visions of
light push aside a collage of my dreams
day’s calling illusions of realities
reflections of
passing sun
seeking
night

prompt 1...

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Twilight is near
Come here, dear_touch
Feel tear that flows
Forgive, expose
Sin; propose faith
Disclose_forgive
Repair this soul
Sheol free me
Porthole open__

Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: **Than-Bauk A Twilight
Written by :Sara Kendrick...

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Airy cistern reserves now spent
Each billowing mast folds its tent
Helios hurls his flaming trident
Through singed porthole flittering glint
Fiery sparks stream through each stent
Refracted waves in mercurial columns bent
Misty water colors shroud each gilded vent
Burnt orange truffles, golden ridges resplendent...

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toroidal heart
confers with crown
taking our third eye along

soles of feet and burning palms
await moment of reckoning
yet without so seeking

bindu as the source
opens a hidden porthole
allowing consciousness to bilocate

each centre thus complete in itself
hums a sublime ethereal note
whispered to us alone

02-June-2023...

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Get the balance right 
In space 
Where zero gravity drains your limbs
Of strength 
Circumnavigating the earth
The place of your birth
You miss through misty porthole 
Contemplating the glaring shortfall 
All we ever wanted
All we ever needed 
Is in the power of our hands
We can only do harm
And are oblivious to the deafening 
Sound of the Alarm...

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 noth'n sounds more sweeter 
                 than
   the jamaican windz help'n
the salty wet slap 'gainst mine 
          cabin's porthole
                 her'z 
                 arrrr
 tresses flap'n 'gainst me face
             her vocalz
          just the slight
             mine hear

                 hey
               she be 
                 yar

...

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Lightly flutter snowflakes
as on the breeze they go,
these butterflies of snow.
Spiderwebs the frost makes
when the pewter day breaks
to snare them as they blow.

This window the webs ring
the porthole in the frost
on which the flecks are tossed
is tatted like the wings
of earwigs in the spring.
The glass becomes embossed

with ornaments of ice 
and blooms of edelweiss....

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Beneath the stone  
Clasping flowers 
Wilted Decay
Tomb encased 
Dirt porthole
Release my soul 
From this host
With which I lay

Subdued by this
Path of time
Pure 
Cleansed 
Soul
Eternal light
Burden shoulders
Replaced
With wings
I take flight

Death 
Revealed
Illusion 
Bury me 
Into the darkness
Bury me 
Into the light
Bury me 
The beginning
Of my eternal 
Life…....

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Naïveté


It is cold; sea spray painted the ship white, 
light green is the Nordic water 
a mighty cocktail of clinking ice cubes. 
I scratch a happy face on thick glass on
The porthole, we will dock at a place 
where warm people sits around a fire and 
give a damn about sailor’s miserable life. 
Seascape paintings hang on gilded walls; 
look at that sea, so verdant, delicate brush 
strokes too; the artist died at a mad house....

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a shadow man,
lurking in the shadows of her soul,
he is always there, wherever she goes,
she fears him,
for in the darkness of night,
he will come to her room,
his hand reaching from beneath her bed,
drag her by the ankle to a porthole in the floor,
no-one can hear her kicking and screaming with fear,
then suddenly it stops,
she is too afraid to fall asleep again,
she watches the time ticking until sunrise when she feels safe,
then falls asleep....

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The simple life

It is cold; 
sea spray paint the ship white, 
light green 
is the Nordic water,
a mighty cocktail 
of clinking ice cubes. 
I scratch a happy face 
on the thick glass of
the porthole.
We will dock in a town
that have warm rooms
 people sit around a fire   
give a damn about sailor’s 
miserable life. 
Seascape paintings hangs 
on gilded walls; 
look at that sea, 
so verdant, 
delicate brush strokes;
the artist died at a mad house....

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Gone Ashore Sonnet
 I have sailed on many seas
 they have various colours and smell,
but being indoors looking out
it got a bit boring as well.
One can’t stand by a porthole all day,
 water stretching wet and endlessly
I knew I was never going to see
green grass again.

From a mountain, I can see the sea
but never go near the bloody thing
I swim in a river when it is hot.
Sea, shrieking gulls and rusty steel,
 I prefer the forest and
the valley that has an unblinking eye....

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