Short Rimmed Poems

sun's wrath red rimmed blaze
bathers bronzed
dolphins arcs graceful...

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Where my art begins
Pencils computers and pens…
Behind glasses lense...

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dare I close my eyes
where dancing fiends haunt my dreams~
red rimmed eyes falter...

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why my eyes gritty
red-rimmed and not pretty
conjunctivitis

why my lids slammed shut
what this sticky oozy stuff
conjoin whatitis...

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drowsy polar bears
yawn in glacial snow-rimmed den…
arctic storm alert


Date posted ; 11th of December 2022

How many syllables verified...

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first light doodle doo 
clarion call red rimmed sun 
rooster squawk fade stars




27th April 2020

Sponsor	Raul Moreno
Contest Name	Morning Praise...

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It's just one o'clock
On Sunday A.M.
And my thought process
Is getting quite slim
Eyelids are heavy,
Red colored, and rimmed.
Its now one-oh-two
On Sunday A.M....

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Beauty of Creation dark.
Genius of the Underworld.
Bats are given wings of gold.
Demon sons, they lie unfurled.
Black is rimmed with diamond lip.
Physical transcends.
And so begins that dark, cool beat -
that once awakened, never ends....

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lengthy white scars

along pale arms,

dark circles

beneath swollen 

tear rimmed eyes

tight lipped smiles

and never ending thoughts

silent wondering

and screaming insecurities

silent pleas

screaming within

end it all

end it now

end it here...

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A red-rimmed sun of summer,
of the sweat of the workers,
the salt of their brows.
Shoulders to the grindstone,
the strength of sinew and muscle,
hours of their labors.
The Lord of their lives
and their eternity-
gives them a dreamer's  sojourn
in the welcomed moonrise. ~...

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Gold bedazzled leaves rimmed in crimson
Squirrels, bunnies forage for acorns and berries
Crisp air beckons to don a favorite sweater or fleece
Children lament shorter days and homework soon
Sights, smells, attitudes beckon us 
As nature changes her wardrobe 

Jeff Eklund
Autumn Colors
8/13/2012...

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The car was painted mat black
With red rimmed wheels
The windows were tinted
There were no plates
It looked menacing
Even if it was driven
By a girl...

...Who flew the plane
An F-35 Aggressor version
It was like her car
Mat black all over
With red wheel rims
A tinted cockpit
And no markings......

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A weird old woman loved cats
And outlandish broad-rimmed hats
Why should we think it odd
The old dame is quite mod,
Why she even dines with her bats.


written, Winter 1972
edited June 29, 2021
[first published in The Hoosier Challenger, 1972;
republished in By-Line, Summer, 1989]...

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Who told the clouds how to dress today
Soft cotton like and rimmed with lace
Dancing there overhead in grand array
Then sprinting off away in space 
They evaporate and then just go away
To reappear again in some disguise
Hold hands to paint a new day’s skies
Then hide beyond where we can’t see
And guess tomorrow where they will be...

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Returning to fields rimmed by golden stones
Just there I hear the movements that arise
From August tides lapping; I'm not alone
While rosy daylight cuddles my warm sighs

My hometown blooms again with fine décor
Wildflowers peeping through the lush fairways 
As blue-eyed jays trip slowly on the shore 
Towards the sand dunes, waking all my days....

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slow fading 
of a red rimmed glow 
candle lit 
that held at bay
the cold moonless night 
its soft hiss the song 
that filled so
my heart with warmth, trust 
in which I bathed 
while winter held 
its eeriest concert 
that has reached
its final days ...

but you, my dear
forget me not, as I will not
soft hiss within your heart

Caro's choka
© 03.12.16...

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Blue velvet blanket mantel dresses
Satin lace trim daintily caresses
On border, golden twine tresses
Azure light-display luminesces
In background, silver candelabra recesses
In foreground, satin Lilies rimmed with lush cresses
Overarching, marble angel with copper harp blesses
Underpinning, tidy Spruce wreath butresses
Footstool, bronze crèche a penitent tone expresses...

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Brilliant rainbow arced into the sky
Big house in center of the  village
A soft light bathed the large room
wedding feast  rice strewn about
Greeted  with loud handclapping
Fogged gold-rimmed spectacles
Garlands  on statues of  Buddha
Dancing  and singing for Krisna 
Bobbins and  a  spinning wheel
Majestic elephants trunks curled
raising  mushrooms of dry  dust...

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I have fashioned my desire from Carpathian obsessions,
Indulging in the calm between extremes.
It’s a blood and iron promise that sets my soul alight,
Embarked upon a pilgrimage of dreams. 
Standing on the foredeck in a silent, moonlit trance,
Sipping from a chalice rimmed with stars.
Knowing when I find her, I’ll be three sheets to the wind,
Branded by an irony of scars....

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I
can make 
a delightful thought
appear upon the liquid crystalline
dispaly. I can make a woman cry and
I can make an enemy bloody; I can make 
a place. I can make a holy place in the dirt, a
place rimmed with autumn's cornshucks and cold failures.
And in this meager courtyard, upon this altar I will plant a tree,
a remnant of what good there was. May it furnish us fruit for eternity....

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A million battered steps.
Smiles rimmed with fire and pyrite.
Ninety proof clarity in the foothills of blissfulness.
Clouded mountains topped with defeats.
It's all in the script and the author is me.

Nearing the finish, there it sits. 
The greatest wall- icy indifference.
What lies on the other side of this life? 
That same pyrite and fiery sea.
it's all in the script and the author is me....

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I walked in the morning dawn on a lake rimmed path,
When I encountered a light of brilliance unsurpassed,
My knees bend and I fall, grasping a cloth of mystery
Silken, enfolding all of me.

I raise my bowing head to see 
Eyes of love, so deep, piercing through me, and
An outstretched strong workman’s hand,
Bid me rise and follow this man.

I am filled with Him, and give Him myself.
My Savior...

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Uncharted Depths



Red rimmed stinging eyes
Compromise this world
All that was 
And never dreamed of
In everything I think 
All I see and do
Revolves around her
And I live each day
Without her

Mine own love
Has become a torment
Hung in these eyes
Which can only see her

I cannot count the seconds
But an eternity
Without her

This lowest ebb
Of solitude
Still hasn’t hit me yet...

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The last piece of ground beef
No larger than a quarter

Eyed longingly by eight little eyes
their manners for most part in order

First eye each other to look for a nod
And then to look at the plate

Or  to look for intent
Should appetite break free in hope to fully sate

Suddenly a hand shot out
to make three laps in au jus

Popped it into her grease rimmed mouth
And bid the whole matter adeau...

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We conveyed a constant view of the world.
That was not the correct way to bear it.
Yet, just in the manner in which we desired.
Through glasses that are red.
Our fellowship grew and thrived.
Our bodies and brains are intrinsically tied.
Those who are acutely attuned to one another.
Notwithstanding any hardship, we prevailed.
All of this has vanished instantly.
That is, in fact, your case....

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