Short Punctuates Poems

fire heats balloon
punctuates the morning sky…
many moons aglow...

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The line that lines forever lines punctuates strings loops and scoops of passion

12th lined moment of July......

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mourning dove's coo croon

punctuates tropical dawn

frog plops rain puddle

Copyright, July 1, 2017...

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A piercing cry punctuates the silence
Make way
Pierced side and hands and feet
Pricks ears, pierces hearts
Unquenchable fire, unquenchable love
A wilderness wasteland or a narrow path
Choose this day, give your ears to hear
And live...

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In the quiet still
in the sable night

dreamy dotted with
punctuates of light

I recall
my youthful days:

no balcony too steep
nor high – those I could
not climb, then~ simply I 
would fly

Wanted: old Juliet, with
sympathetic elevator -- 
...

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Rain-steps publish worms,
wriggles scribe themselves.
The thrown thud of a newspaper
punctuates the wet and written.
Sparrows scrawl and scrabble,
foraging starlings attack the earth
sounds squirm up,
muddy scripts are picked at, edited
a door slams,
the ground rewrites itself....

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the night is young...
and cool as cucumber
together we stared at the future
puncturing the punctuates of life

the night is young...
in her sanctuary i staggered
conjuring and chanting in the bowel of thighs

the night is young...
in the balcony of her kisses
i conquer nations
for the love of , Oyenchi


                                          awoh kingsley awoh...

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Sweat mingels with my tears,
as thunder reverberates above.
Angels with calginous garments,
stand in obscure doorways;
as lightning punctuates the empyrean.
Looking towards the future,
I can only envision the past.
So once again I plant flowers 
at my brother's grave.
But who are these flowers really for?
The person long since deceased,
or the ones who remained behind?...

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ETERNAL EXISTENCE

Misuse decay's from inside-
Scripture beats crime lies upon early sunshine-
Empty life leaves scratch the willow sallow-
Warning day o' coming washes man's sins forgiven

Luke warm sadness punctuates inert organs pain-
Hunt of madness catches forbidden below us-
None seen -none heard creature hides behind-
Battle bow of bones in time 
All life folds above us sweet exodus...

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The soundless rhythm of my hidden thoughts
Punctuates my strides on the unfeeling ground,
The chorus of my countless unwritten poems
Have a place in my private recesses found.

I feel a poem in the chirruping of the keen sunrise bird
And another in the sickening brutality of heartless men,
A couple of verses in the little-noted burials of great souls
And endless sonnets in the mystic things beyond my ken....

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By Mark Miller © 03/19/2012
	
Misuse decay's from inside-
Scripture beats on lies of crimes in an early sunshine-
Empty life leaves scratch the willow sallow-
Warning day o' coming washes man's sins forgiven

Lukewarm sadness punctuates inert organs of pain-
Haunt of madness catches so slow below us-
None seen -none heard a creature hides behind-
 Battle bow of bones in time, all life folds above us sweet exodus...

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the moon in full bloom
gilded beams dance on water...
gleaming tides rising.

Rolling waves of cobalt cascade ashore
subservient to time and nothing more.

And the boom of crashing breakers punctuates
the deafening silence.

Liquid onyx curls color the reef;
in gradient shades of ebony.
Night steals the light like a brazen thief,
acting purely out of jealousy;
darkness... its eternal destiny....

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Rolling hills dim in the distance
Beneath low-hovering mists,
While an occasional stand of pines
Punctuates the shallow canyon rim,
The steppes to the summit appear
Like wrinkles carved into the face
Long ago, the sharp outcropping defines
A deep crevice plunging sharply
Toward the foreground in shadows,
Vanishing into imagined darkness.

written August 10, 2021
(inspired by the scenic view on a
screen-saver, location unknown)...

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