Short Preview Poems
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A tiny taste of the life I’ll lead
In your bed, our kingdom.
A preview of all that I want and I need,
Love, in total freedom.
Today is similar to yesterday,
Quite possibly a preview of tomorrow,
Repetition of sameness,
Highlighting moments of miracle.
Atmospheric show
Electrical veins preview
Thunderous applause
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preview not a pinnacle
expectation unfolds a dampener
when there's always another
peak to climb on
the humpty dumpty horizon
pale streaks
preview
her coronation
orange sherbet
baby blue
now rich magenta
pointing the way...
a reticent orb
abruptly
beams
over the horizon
repugnant or pleasant invoker of memory
run from or run too
can make you sleepy or give you energy
If unsure, shallowly breathe a preview
Tell me now how does it smell to you
The Devil’s apostles with shovel and hoe
Plant their crop of death before Winter’s snow
Fertilizing with bullets row upon rows
A perfect preview of Hell I suppose
Is it right to doubt the veracity
Of how much she cares for me
When bidding me farewell
Comes to her so easily?
Is it some sort of preview
Of our parting's inevitability?
Tell me.
Of past regrets
I know too much
and echoes which
sound like sin
I knew too well
her frozen touch
that I shall not
ever feel again.
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One cold dreary morn,
I observed sun - a pale orb -
peeking out from clouds.
All at once, it shone boldly. . .
my glimpse of bright days to come!
For Rick Parise's "A Memory of Beauty"
The great white is hiding low in the bowels of the ocean
Gloating at his ability to smell blood for a mile
Not wanting to brag, but loving his keen nose
Giving him a preview of what he might be eating
Pretty peacocks parade puffy plumage,
painted peach, pink, purple...
Patterns preview picturesque poses,
pleasing peahens' passion.
Peacocks' plumage presents protection,
potential predators pass promptly.
wishing for snow
Light grayness of the sky brings a needed coolness
Sprinkle of snow gives me a preview of November.
I yearn for more, loving the frostiness of December.
november gray sky
a startling frostiness
I found a copper
bowl of sun.
I tipped it over
so it would run.
It eased into
my empty room.
And left
no trace
of previous gloom.
I found a copper
bowl of sun.
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Butterflies drift
before a man
before
the
dawning night.
Clouds retreating
beyond the veil
beyond
a
setting sun.
Ruminate long
within this space
within
this
sober sight.
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You are having a what?
Bohemian forest wedding.
What is that?
I’m not sure actually.
All I have to do is show up.
Her family has done all the rest.
Is this a preview of your new life?
Possibly.
His grin tells me, he does not mind.
Preview
Summer fling
Crimson
Blazing through
Velvet
Fog of May
Flirty
Champagne blush
Rosy
Kisses cling
Ruby
Jewels of
July
Sweetly rare
Strawberries.
5/19/19
For Charlieku New Form contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
I saw a
yellow
bumblebee
it buzzed along
so happily.
It settled upon
a fiery rose
as if to strike
a picture pose.
It rest awhile
then buzzed away
so I content
went on my way.
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I'm strapped in a charred skin
Preview live cremation
The death of the sun star
To end all creation
I fire dance with the stars
Thabang Jan Ngoma
08-07-2015
#2--union with higher self
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: MYSTIQUE
I peer through mists of coming years,
The present disappears,
The crimson clouds of war blow past—
Utopia—world peace at last.
No famine, plagues or hunger then,
World law among all men,
Complete coerced security,
The subtlest sort of slavery.
I peer through mists of coming years,
The present disappears,
The crimson clouds of war blow past—
Utopia—world peace at last.
No famine, plagues or hunger then,
World law among all men,
Complete coerced security,
The subtlest sort of slavery.
Form:
The trains motion
carries me along
into
thoughts of you.
Glimpses of the
past rush by
and
impress me
with their poise.
Distant and faded
vague visions
of fervent times
with you
slip by.
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Sandy beaches
and
firm fuzzy peaches.
Smooth skin
and
the rain’s din.
Dressed in black
and
ready to attack.
Polite questions
and
subtle coy suggestions.
Sand beaches
and
firm fuzzy peaches.
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Camille* Pissaro had a son,Lucien**
like his dad an artist,then
Both for a while,neo-impressionists
dotty images at the very least
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/camille-pissarro/peasant-women-planting-stakes-1891
**https://www.bmimages.com/preview.asp?image=00243833001
Bluebird, if you only knew
How deeply lie fond thoughts of you
And though there's not much I can do
A glimpse you've had, a small preview
Of different ways I have to show,
To tell you, and that you would know
The only place I want to go
Is home to you to make it snow