Short Probes Poems

Life's containing orb
vacuum's floating jewel :
probes the depth of mind...

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A starlet on show at the Globes
encouraged provocative probes
her cleavage surrounded
by pinkness unbounded
and exes who're now homophobes....

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Some would recommend nudity
to avoid lines at airport security.
	No need for frisks
	or probes or risks
just a pre-boarding colonoscopy.
...

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Comets cut bedazzling streaks in time
with crescendos and solos divine.
Each meager planet probes with a wince
praying they don't fall within the pinch....

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I am who I am
a thinking mine
who questions
who ponders and probes
and who knows what else

Do not measure
me by the same book
you drop on others'
well-meaning heads....

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blank stares
       indifferent shrugs
     cruel features
       hostile mugs
 
     mumbled answers
       to detective's probes
     Soros funds their side
       no use booking these thugs...

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Inhales prosaic air
muse probes breeze 
Filtering depth 
as image melees 
Drum snares the heart 
beating out dull pain 
Osmosing spores 
form finely tuned rain
Patters tap source
concept ignites
Erupts into thought
exhales and writes
...

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Wearing Robe Reading Book of Job

Trump wore robe with ring in lobe,
And had been reading book of Job,
From above;
Women did love;
About promiscuity  started a probe.

Jim Horn


Listening to MSNBC again and 
you guessed it. About probes....

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Listen to poem:

Door Prob

stoked
craving
internal
I-need-to-know
claims me wholly as a hall of doors cast
some digressive privilege, transfigured
I, well purposed
questioning
support
probes

2020 September 14
*3rd Place*
Double Tetractys 2
~~Eve Roper
Photo #1...

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Persistent for truth, he
   probes to find the answers.
      Perceiving, his judgment
         penetrates with shrewdness.
            Prepared and accurate,
               prodigious in his work,
                  part skill, part detective. 



Written on 11/16/2015  
Pleiades...

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A simple rhyme for a very dark time
  The road back, sure, an arduous climb
Tentative steps, cautious probes
  Sporting still protective wardrobes

Yet before long, like forests scorched
  Creature habitats by fire torched
Soon enough we'll be scampering gaily
  Reveling in routines familiar daily...

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MERCURY
Men have landed on the moon;
Easy, just three days away.
Reached as far as Mars with probes,
Collecting samples for the lab.
Unfortunately, Planet Mercury
Remains and mystery to us.
You’d run out of fuel half-way there.

10th May 2021
Planet Contest
Sponsor - Matt Calari...

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pink dawn on red mars
as far off sun glimmers gold
more probes are coming

someday red roses
when the greenery arrives
and with it fresh air

blue lakes and swimming
with the clouds, winds and the rain
red planet next door

phobos and deimos
glow throughout a martian night
when skies are dreaming...

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He looked around, in Past he found
Pieces of shattered dreams
A mosaic there everywhere
Bleeding tears between the seams

A Lifetime lost in horrific cost
Of Disappointment's blows
A story there in disrepair
Is where his mem'ry goes.

At long last within that past
A mind-finger probes the view:
Decisions made had betrayed
The dreams he had want to do....

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It is human nature to squeeze,
to poke and feel, questioning
if imagined or real; a part of
creation, our shared mystery – 
Identifying layers to grasp and
peel...using the power of mind,
sorting and labeling all that
we find – no measure nor weight
as yet to the soul, looking beneath
and above...as the atheist scientist
probes a heart 
to prove his love.......

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Small red circles,
yellow and white,
wired am I.
With every pulse
my calves dance
with my toes;
shins tense.

Next part:
"Nod when yes
blink when no.
You feel this?" Blink
"And this?" Blink
"Or this?" Blink
"You don't feel much, do you?"
Blink

Prods and probes
in blissfull numbness.

***

October 04, 2017
Copyright © Darren White...

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Bell Jar

2.4 Children 

White picket fence 

And a family sized estate car

Technically depressed 
Labotomised from the inside out

Visions manifested into prose  
Gasping for breath at the and of electric probes

She rose 
Hot to Cold 

Above the maddening crowd 
The news headline spread 

Sun behind her
Yet still laughing

The Queen is Dead 
But hope is not

Long live her Memoirs...

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Let fingers whisper passion in clashes,
Stroke fire and heat to enrage the flashes,
Each seductive contact with the caches,
As I torture your skin with tongue lashes.

Hyperactive silhouette's of contenders,
Loving probes matching their surrenders,
Wiggling members entertained by plunders,
Feverish minds management blunders?

Secret desires in rhymed wet modes,
Covets thirsty pleasure dripping lodes:...

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I'm channeling this so bear with
fairies winged remiss giggling myth

Freeing from pain acting in plays
needing not rain beckon for stays

Laying here beside me catching my tears
close is free forgetting my fears

Addiction not falsity highs
a sickness sought glassy eyes

No iris flash entails
desirous indeed repels

Sounds and vibrations tickle my lobes
love the sensations no hate probes...

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Four moons orbiting Jupiter were discovered by Galileo.
He named them Europa, Ganymede, Callisto, and Io.
Several unmanned space probes were sent there recently.
They revealed things no earth-bound sky watcher could see.
Of special interest was the Jovian moon Io.
This body has many an active volcano.
Io is literally turning itself inside-out.
This makes the moon the most fascinating without a doubt.
...

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With three arms and three legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes his electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are laughing.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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With four arms and four legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes the electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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Man explores outer space
     with probes and rocket ships,
whilst here the human race
     ebbs from the headlong tips

of balance: wars, famine,
     waste, hunger, crime, disease, 
and his wild greed worsens
     the earth's untold crises.

Why not spend the vast wealth
     of this world for the need  
here first, then explore space
     at light-speed (once we're freed

of what destroys our race)?
If not, we'll be replaced!...

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With three arms and four legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes the electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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With three arms and three legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes his electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?...

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