Short Presided Poems

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Premium Member Zen mode

navel, heart and third eye entwine
presided over by the crown
pheromones mingle, nodes tingle
in an ocean of bliss we drown
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Mrs Lapes Softened the Place

Their house was harsh with colors and shapes.
But then a bunny was left, her name was Ms. Lapes.
The house began to soften and turned into pastel hues.
A new loveliness presided all over the place, eliminating all blues.
Form: Rhyme

Plan B

Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined

The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring


Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting

Premium Member Silent Circus

Segmented arms and legs are seen
wielding a broken machine.
A swinging lamp of kerosene
lights up a silent movie screen.
In the dark Circus Oblique,
presided o'er by the freak,
each butterfly is unique -
but none of them can speak.
Is it not a little odd, 
ev'ry page his bug-eyes trod,
were a kind of lightning rod
for the sad boy who played God.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Nun and The Dog Palindrome Limerick


The lady was quite civic minded,
as a nun she always presided
midnight to noon on the harp 
until her old dog did bark
Mum I fear your tune is one-sided!

The dog said must I refer you to this,
the deed you long ago signed with a kiss
and a pip on the head,
a tenet until dead,
my howls deified along with your riffs.
Form: Limerick


The Once Mighty Moon

The paths were arcane
and the truth not easily known,
the creatures were formidable
and man's ways easily obscured,
be the black air warm or cold.
It was she who presided
over such paths and creatures,
and saw the man and his secrets
and knowingly kept them,
but cursed them all the same.
If it was with remorse
that I stared out of night's window,
restless just before rest,
it was a remorse of her bidding;
jewels adorned her reproach.

20th July 2018

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