Short Rarefied Poems

forests of my heart
evergreen human seasons
sun and snow melt me


majestic mountain
cobbled stone - rarefied air -
divine ambition...

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absolutes,
    abstracts of the absurd
ordained sounds
or
incoherent ramblings,
notions of the infinite:

rarefied thoughts
random
eclectic ideas
idiomatic
incomprehensible
on 
first sight
then
oblivion beckons...

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As I ascend the stairs to my waiting boudoir
I expel these loud gaseous emissions just like a car
Is it the rarefied atmosphere
More likely what I ate I do fear
Must lay off the beans, it smells like an abattoir...

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The purple lands
reading the daily papers
following others leads
A message from your editor
The Sunshine is low
the air rarefied
but every friend is now your enemy
no matter the end
and the rest is mere interest
across some arcane wind...

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As I ascend the stairs to my waiting boudoir
I expel these loud gaseous emissions just like a car
Is it the rarefied atmosphere
More likely what I eat I fear
Must lay off the beans, it smells like an abattoir


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Eternal city where
Mere mortals bravely tread
Inhaling rarefied atmosphere
That still evokes Renaissance passion
Caravaggio's art speaks from his paintings
While our verbal discourse becomes mute
Before his mighty vision.


Delice
22-11-2020...

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Her Ship Made It Home

He set sail to her port going southbound  

through choppy sea swells to rarefied ground.

With wind at his back he picked up steam

navigating the channel, eyes a gleam.

Her beacon of light lead his way by rote

as howls of wind whistled to all she wrote.

6x10

connie pachecho

1/25/17...

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A summer evening rarefied
An elder spirit clarified,
Made spare and true, the ingenue
Long bid adieu returned anew
To walk with me and disagree
On wrong and right then reunite
In love's accord our faith restored;
Late magic hour to endow her,
Naught overcomes such sweet power,
Wise crone to some, yet my flower.


January 24, 2017...

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You spoke a new language
  of rarefied air
  guided nonchalantly 
  through curving channels of brass

Conduits of cool
  juries of jazz
  floating past soulful valves 
  harbingers of what will come

Slender fingers
  improvising storylines
  magistrates of melancholy
  bailiffs of bop

Miles from the mainstream
  a milestone of 
  modern modalities 
  kind of blue...

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I exhale
before each inhale.

I unfurl the umbrella
before I jump.

Exhale.
Rarefied air

slows the descent,
spelunking, searching

for the key 
that unlocks

the safe where
I placed your heart.

Inhale. 
Jet streams

lift me up
over the cresting

clouds. Exhale.
Sunset. Inhale,

the sun rises,
streaming through

the keyhole. Exhale,
the first tumbler falls....

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Published Poet 

I wrote a poem 24 years ago,
I have forgotten it now,
but I was paid twenty quids
and my plan was to frame it
for anyone doubt 
I was truly a poet, 
My wife was sarcastic of this
paltry sum she didn’t get it
I had joined the rarefied
of a poet who had been paid
for his work.
I do not do poetry comps
anymore, 
the excitement of winning was 
too overwhelming....

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it's the rarefied feelings
where you linger
in depths of mind
becoming the chirography
of my eternal soul

in a climax
of thoughts
you become
my poem
and i the poet

i lay you down
on sheets of white
in a fingered touch
like a poet's pen

play with you
amidst words
through confines
of darkness
as they erupt
in the rise
and fall 
of winded breaths
leaving me
lusting for more
than metaphorical
writes of poetry...

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A moon interrupted; 
riles the social class. 
A native sense comes of age.

Piercing stare becomes rarefied,
unbuttons the peaks and 
kills you with a mallet.

The scared mask falls 
off the divine embrace, lets 
free the pigeons from the golden cage.

The forked tongue will 
speak only truth. Blood 
was the only stain, washed easily.

I will get the tan 
in moonlight only. My scars 
will remain invisible in silver.



Satish Verma...

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ON REVENGE

Revenge is too often rarefied as the idol of man's veneration.
It is also viewed as unrighteous of earnest thought.

Having recovered from slander
By my adversary, 
my enemies and my antagonists;
Learned what it means to be bullied
Love left out of reach of them!

I saved myself from evildoers; 
These ruthless bastards and es left me no choice;
but to fight;
I stayed lying in wait to approach; 
My compelling truth conspired against them.
Revenge is sweet…..Sometimes!...

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