Short Projections Poems
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Between spaces
Between wavelengths
I’ve taken offense
Passive aggressive towards projections I acquiesced
Syretta
Paths
are the impossible
connections of A to B
projections with no one
projecting~
is it a wonder that
paths are already
the gold that is sought~~
The automobile breezes
down the liquorice whip,
nonpareil dotted roadway
as the searing sun strobes lances
through the frozen forest;
piercing projections, phospheneal auras,
dance as retinal afterthoughts
within the cornea of man.
All manifestations unreal
Merely being thought projections
Over time losing their appeal
Let this be our realisation
Be it waking or be it sleeping
Let us remain in nonchalance
Looking at illusions moving
For us having no significance
22-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
The Wax of our Being
schedules arise within
time's seeming presence..
placed with projections
of time's spacial future..
our freedom is at stake
as the schedule separates
and controls..
until we recognize
these thoughts and
projections are all
made of the
Wax of our Being...
cobwebs glisten
across time and space
a narrative already written
come to me now
realign your bountiful grace
you always were
you will always be
light particles shimmering
as life herself seen
illusions seemingly real
holographic projections
one part of the whole
who’s looking now?
So many generations that
have lived and grown and died
were really only waiting
for their life pains to subside,
into perfect peace projections
that bring comfort to their shade
as through the pages of forever,
they all laughed and danced and played.
Brian Strand contest
Dec 30, 2017
Dad, Son, Friend, Lover
One man, many sides
Projections of vim, vigor, virility
Are just a few expressions of you
The love you give and the joy you bring
Leave many in awe
You carry the world on your shoulders
Inspire hope, promote faith
What you emanate from within
Shows who you are throughout
Form:
My bad habits seem to jumble
Burp and mumble
My goofy ease
At losing keys
Good luck giving me directions
My projections
Of right and left
Are not so deft
Yet I sort whites and wash pans
Recycle cans
Good habits grew
From loving you.
7/22/21
12 Lines in Rhyme contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Have
you
ever
flown
higher
from
astro
projections
In
learning
the
lessons
of
loves
timed
regressions
beginning
with
intention
of
a
time
in
replacing
a
life
worth
living
a
free
spirit
lined
in
replenishment
rewinding
with
rebirth
refined
Space Bound. By Eminem....song
Life springs unplanned
Her child 3 months resting
A glow in her eye, she reveals
The hidden destiny
What of love?
The birth is a problem
Doesn't fit this year's projections
Uneasy boyfriend shuffle and exchange
Rearrange, displace, and fret
What to do now?
Life continues unburdened
Accidents all the same
Quietude serves silence of mind
location of consciousness unknowable
time and space the containment
going somewhere, anywhere
it’s a bird, it’s a plane
it’s make believe only,
I don’t realize any of it
projections of stuff made up
how do I remember the solution
when I have woven the story
into my bosom of a thousand years?
Nothing and something
Empty and full
Everything is when I say so
No, when I think so
Wait -- no, when I feel so
Could desire be the father and perception be the mother?
It could even be all one mechanism; one motion
One dance: projections, reflections and impressions
Meanings -- only known to me
7 FEB 2019
Rene Saldana
CONJURER.
Conjuring up all the memories
Of past and future into present
Washing eyes with saline waters
To see clarity among the mists
Vista of tragedy in land stranded
Where downy fears ever abounded.
Give mind rest, some space
To breathe out suffocations
Celebrating birth of a heart
In misty silvery undertones
A courage of projections to start.
CONJURER.
Conjuring up all the memories
Of past and future into present
Washing eyes with saline waters
To see clarity among the mists
Vista of tragedy in land stranded
Where downy fears ever abounded.
Give mind a rest, some space
To breathe out suffocations
Celebrating birth of a heart
In misty silvery undertones
A courage in projections to start.
I draw purple contours
to capture your shape,
but lines fail to show
the color of your heart.
I ask for interpretations
of what your heart says,
just as Picasso spoke
to his inspiration.
I’ve seen Fall
as a beginning and ending,
and your presence in purple
shadows past visions.
Mere scratches on paper
portray more than lines,
and projections of you
tell more than words we share.
Tinseled reflexives....
Emitting from this oblong box
As manifest projections
Exploding in reversions sky ~
Stardust as dreamfuls walking through
This clearing, of magicals illusions....
Knocking upon fates hinged door
To dust away these breathless webs
Sweeping out the silence upon
Reveilles inverted request....
********************************
...."The Exorcist" ~
Form:
Tinseled reflexives....
Emitting from this oblong box
As manifest projections
Exploding in reversions sky ~
Stardust as dreamfuls walking through
This clearing, of magicals illusions....
Knocking upon fates hinged door
To dust away these breathless webs
Sweeping out the silence upon
Reveilles inverted request....
**********************************
...."The Exorcist" ~
Form:
Tinseled reflexives....
Emitting from this oblong box
As manifest projections
Exploding in reversions sky ~
Stardust as dreamfuls walking through
This clearing, of magicals illusions....
Knocking upon fates hinged door
To dust away these breathless webs
Sweeping out the silence upon
Reveilles inverted request....
***********************************
...."The Exorcist" ~
Form:
Listen to poem:
A tsunami of presence
Love in a nurturing form -
Holy and unblemished
By the worldly expectations and projections
Bound to the earth of nature
Synchronised with the tides of the ocean
The feminine heartbeat
Like the flapping of the effortless wing
High on the warm currents of the natural
Lifted and sustained
By the love of just being
The knowledge of truth
In the mystery of the open question.
Mother and child
scoot across the boardwalk
baby safe in belly as she runs -
the day is precious
and blue.
Ancient lovers
dance slowly
and deliberately,
down the walkway,
heads down,
chatting, discussing,
being with his arm
dropped gently
across her shoulder
like a statement -
a special spot he always finds
to comfort.
My own tears
come
uncomplicated,
(time never waits)
bitter
sweet.
August 15, 2015
HEADY MINDS
Our minds project and name:
this realization is rumbling
underneath our shadows and struggle..
Is it not amazing
that externals are projections
awaiting..but not long.. for their names
eagerly provided by heady minds..
This realization reverses
our notions..those heady beliefs
of separation as wisely undeniable..
Although the rumbling often seems
fleeting and faint
not reportable in shadowy newsdays
real Happiness is found seeping in...
To Gain
Means Pain
Non psychical
But mental
To earn is to demonstrate potential
Energy must be calculated
Multiplied with projections
Living to gain is
A mental ********
That causes one to stand
Straight up, Hard & Able
What's fascinating about success
Everyone is capable
At least through thought
But the act of gaining
Has more to do with
Motivational talk
But to demonstrate
The power of obtaining
The act to get up & walk
To Gain
Reflections
As one’s shadow comes face to face with end days,
reflections, upon the walls of one’s memories hoard
dance across the surfaces of shards of shattered mirrors,
singing with a voice from within those splinters, projecting.
Images of past lives, yesterday, today, tomorrow,
at the speed of light, across space time continuum,
telling stories of what was, what might have been.
Reflections ???, projections ???, definitions ???
B. J. “A” 2
December 2nd, 2018
A few too late
Dispersion means the beaten
Have moved on to
Tantrums and anthems
Of different means
As dwellers, incandescent
Against the thermal grind
We all strive, feel
Passersby drink, wink
The night into sweetened oblivion
Though each look
As they naturally belong
Or try too hard
As projections are immature
In tandem with the aggress
Though so vibrant, firm
And provocative that
Those of us who know better
Offer up a pass
Simply to get
A better look.
(3/27/07)