Short Residues Poems

Down pour of rain
velocity
skulking residues....

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fleeting
        dream 
            states
thinly disguised,
residues
of the mortal
                life...

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word
   pictures
on the
       move..
a journey
of
   innovation,
contemporary
yet
   commonplace:
linguistic
     residues
made
     alive...

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ashes of passion
warm
the fearful heart,
dry
     the tear drenched
                 raiment,
rekindle
          the desires
             ..for life...
once more...

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As the mercury starts to levitate,
and May hunts down chill residues,  

warmed breezes rummage the ground 
for ten sun-worshippers 
cruising in two dusty, 
floppy convertibles....

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dawn breaks ,attacking
Moon shining in residues of night
gulls soar effortlessly over that moon
hunting the sun 
all 
too soon hidden in snow clouds
sirens wail ,I stomp my way to stack shelves....

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yesterday's dreams

love letters
                 bequeathed

widow's weeds
white wedding  gown:

voicemail
                 unopened
dear john
        unsent:
conclusions
                  unsaid...

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unsaid,
cryptic
      timeless
in memory:
in imagination
      unfolding
      fantasy
in retrospection,
outlines
    reverberate
   become explicit
    visible
    coalesce
into wit
       and passion...

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enduring 
          texture&tones
cleave
grapple
      & scatter  upon
the canvas-
fluid
 perspectives
create 
       atmosperic
flights of fancy..
enthuse,spawn
then trespass within-
lavishing loving
residues...

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so
   quiet
      here
just
   the beating
   of
   my
   heart
in my ear
     so serene 
     so peaceful
a moment
for
reflection...
...
   residues
       remembered

inspired by clip of Serenta op57 Marunicci...

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Love latent in us unladled cloyed our heart with pain
Orgasmic thoughts that seed our efforts vain
Residues of things that will not walk away
Nested in the memories few, the longing lips to say
Always in innocense, yet love yearns still for you....

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ELECTION..

The vote is in

One side pointed to division

The other unity..

The expression of unity

Arrived this morning..

Jubilation in the streets

And residues of division

These are the poles

Of conventional life..

Awaiting the time

When all expressions

Are of One......

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The water stirred
Residues turn unsettled
Colored and blurred
Crystal clear after calm
An all I see still is
An order of love
Both of our hearts
Safe for momentary chase of the winds
That now takes its toll
When ships of this magnitude
Together on the same sea
Must voyage
Partners in progress they may be
But the sea knows no sentiments...

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DRIVE BY…

In chilled onyx morning 
Silicon tears flowed
Down the plowed valleys
Of ebony skin.

Silicon tears
Leaking from sunken craters:
Red orbs bleeding residues of pain.

In the cold guttered streets
A father’s son lays dead:
A lifeless body riveted with lead.

Another father must now defend
The cardinal sin
Of a living son
Who fired the fatal gun....

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The wisdom of the wind is motion,
Wandering ecstatic, yet sublime.

The charity of rain is laving lotion,
Cleansing residues of urban grime.

The genius of the sun is searing passion—
Violent, erotic rampant fire.

But cooling clay and earth we wear in fashion
Finally, when our hot hearts expire.

Our flesh erodes.  Our bones flake too.
But souls need neither…born, anew....

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Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as Enlightenment,
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment,

as remnants of vile guilt and rage 
plot her demise, (shameless vestige!) 
and residues of spiteful hate 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin
alone Enlightenment is like to die,
till Love, Confidence and Joy conjoin
to bolster her into a Butterfly!...

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First intent to write a monorhyme poem.

A bunch of flowers twined and displayed
Violet, pink, yellow, blue are gathered
Showing a wonderful bouquet centered
Inviting to enjoy this wonderful sight offered.

Spring has bloomed in many hues.
Leaving a streak of navy blues.
Fragances are smelt without residues
Inviting to a flower festival venues.








Nayda Ivette
10-5-2015...

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Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile guilt and rage 
plot her demise, shameless vestige! 
and residues of spiteful vanity 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin
alone enlightenment is like to die,
till love, confidence and joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly....

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Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile guilt and rage 
plot her demise, shameless vestige! 
and residues of spiteful vanity 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin
alone enlightenment is like to die,
till love, confidence and joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly....

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Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as Enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile Guilt and Rage 
plot her demise, (shameless vestige!) 
and residues of spiteful Hate 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin alone 
Enlightenment is like to die,
'til Love, Confidence and Joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly!...

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Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as Enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile Guilt and Rage 
plot her demise, (shameless vestige!) 
and residues of spiteful Hate 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin alone 
Enlightenment is like to die,
'til Love, Confidence and Joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly!...

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The malady

Knocks on my door
             The hall is empty and bleak
Dark doors keeping secrets
            I tape a spoon against a wine glass
Its plinks sings from room to room
           Looks for and outlet 
           Settles like dust on book shelf 
As residues of unspoken words 
            I hear children in the street jubilant voices
Pain subsides
Get out of my chair slowly, a battle won...

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Come and get it I have some breaking news!
You really need to get here right away,
this development quickly made my day; 
It may just set off your internal fuse 
careful the fire you do not overuse;
Run don’t walk there is no time to delay
come and get it! 
Rebuilding with leftover residues 
your future can be changed starting today!
That alone gives you a reason to stay; 
Sparing a moment you really can’t lose;
Come and get it!...

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I never overcame your departure brothers
since then
my feet walk crippled
the kidney only filters half of the residues
my heart partially collapsed
and beats insufficiently
the gastric juice became acid
and corrodes the sweetness of dreams
the bronchial airways are carbonized
and emit a roaring echo
the neurons lost
innumerable synapses
when dying necrotic
but here I am with my soul
regenerating light
so that the guide with the candle
calms my rumble of jungle...

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FOOTPRINTS

Footprints are walked memories; 
molded cerebral impressions
of traced tracks—telling 
tinted stories of freedom’s journeys;
like running rivers between banks
leaving trailing residues of liberation.

Remembered footprints
tell tall towering tales
of those who’ve passed this way.

May the Most High 
let mine tell tall tales
 of the jubilee journey jogged
as I passed this way.

And may my marvelous ones walk
proudly in the depths of my footprints....

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