Short Scrolls Poems

Scrolls rolled at his feet
He sits, watching life unfold
His pen drips beauty...

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     buoyancy’s delight

       float upright… 

     read the Dead Sea Scrolls
...

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oui
can i help you
Yeah we are looking
for a table
Down his list
he scrolls
Name please
Humanity
stop mid scroll
lifts his head
sorry we are full...

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So often in this life it is our wish to know it all,
When in reality we've already experienced it all.
The truth is told through ancient scrolls: we are the angels from the fall....

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From the Sages of old
came an ancient ruse.
They named it a Yote.
But it's not a fluke.
Cause they're in the know.
Won't, refute the scrolls.
Yotes, wear sneaker boots.
And Yodel in Tune....

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Dark thoughts twitching on a nightstand.
Wrinkled -bloated-bloodied.
Like an ancient boxing glove.
Powerless-broken-longshot.

A dead sea scroll- smoldering. 
In the chambers of a burned-out heart....

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sometimes I am a cigarette burning into your/my skin
sometimes I am a corpse rotting into your/my dark
sometimes I am invisible

often this is a noiseless void
often this a soundless numbing
often I am wrong...

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Her hush rolls like folding scrolls
Gentle breeze, whiffs of anise
Fire, cream puff desire
Soft sorbet, goosebump display
Draw back of kite, lull of light
Descending easel bending
Blackboard slate, forgiveness' weight


5-17-2020...

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Goodbye O gravid existence.
To my new way I faintly ramble.
Remember my fate upon the 
scrolls of loss.
Her tears by me were made 
amble.
Should this suffice,
My words fibred and set aglow,
Wreathe me in ice.
And upon me, I bid you; row...

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Go out and meet your life,
Grasp it,
Hold it in your hand, 
Embrace it.
It sings of lifetimes of desire.
Scrolls upon scrolls
Of already written literature.
I hear it calling you,
Pulling you back.
A whole wild dream,
A whole life.
Grasp it....

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 Legend has it Long Ago
 Inked in Papyrus through Scribes and Scrolls,
 a Halo of Fire the Seeds Of Life
 Blaze in Salvation, Hidden Beyond Sight
 The Final Triumph over the Snares of Night
 The Golden Helmet, Zin Uru Above and Beyond Plights

...

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each memory that comes to me
is silver sharp and worried
as if I could finger it, feel each tear
drop
etching all around
with each revisit more detail is
added
more scrolls, more fine lines and
whispers of regret
that close my throat
and 
drown me in sorrow...

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tattered scrolls
lie lifeless
beneath a wreath of memories
torn fragments of spirits departed
litter the moments in between

fractured hopes crushed desires
swatted away like annoying murmurs
return to whisper
an endearing lie
that buds of passion
bloom, to forever die...

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A far cry, a disturbing shrill.
The thrill of the kill. Born into
this sacred day, it was always
known blood would be spilled.
You cannot evade what the scrolls
have for-told. Its a new life, raised
high. Your Father does not lie, its
a new life. Stand strong and be bold!...

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Sleeping giant,formless,not yet born,
You will awaken as poison.

Rising up from retention ponds,
Dragonflies with nephilim wings.

Writing prophecies on liquid scrolls,
Your iridescent words we'll eat.

The fire,raining down to earth,
Feeding the mandrakes, of old eden....

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Herodotus climbs ladder of history
Every time he does it he falls off
But he does not break his back
And does not lose scrolls of Ulysses

As historian I too love ladder climbing
But do you know how many times,
Pericles has broken my neck?
And snatched my scrolls of history?...

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Stark space 
could allow for ease 
of breath,
but flooded glow washes 
in unrest.

Wood burned mirror
rest in farthest
corner wedge.
Its trim scrolls 
heavenward in facile
attempts.

Obsidian glass obstructs
true face. 
Instead providing 
an image voided 
of narcissistic delight....

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Glee 
abounds 
when children’s
antics taunt and 
tease a Mona Lisa spitting image 
tutor with chalk mark birthday ornate scrolls
blackboard heartland 
cascade of 
impish  
warmth

Date created ; 16th February 2021

Photograph ; Number 2

Syllables verified by Poetry Soup Syllable Counter...

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Men have become dead souls
Hungry for his own flesh 
Striking bonds
while stacking bones
Relinquishing the second vow to the almighty
Now hallowed
Dried up to the deep
Only hearing the sacred bellowing
Amidst the depth
From scattered scrolls
Meshed together piece by piece
With a call to herald the naughty souls...

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Encumbered soft with sorrow’s ghost
      Alone among the torpid souls 
   A shadow grows at evening’s host
  Your name dims gently with the sun 
   With every dusk, my heart undone
    Old conversations – sacred scrolls
    The night unfolds, our love rerun
      Sweet sanity returns - almost

                  ABACCBCA...

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Wicked Witches vicious Wishes
Worst of Curses Hexed
Paranormal Victim Witness
Poltergeist are Vexed
Rows of Sixes Superstitious
Sacred Scrolls and text
I see dishes fly malicious
And She is surely next.
Sold Her Soul and burnt the Bridges-
The Devils love Her Best!

*ABAB Witchcraft Contest Entry*

~JustThatArchaicPoet...

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wandering in the wilderness
unleavened bread in a haste
blood of slaughtered lamb on
the windows they will pass over
magic rituals demons fight 
black leather boxes ,scrolls of par
chments, knotted fringes on the corn-
ers of garments ,redemption of first born
few silver coins ,out of the house
of bondage she cried on my shoulders...

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. for public domain

For pages worth a dog's ear,
a crumpled work of lace,
we search for golden phrases,
mark their special place.

We stifle in library tiers,
churlish book stores,
coveting their treasures,
mining their aisles,

enduring for gleaming words,
to redeem our souls.
Monastic cells our Eden,
we monks who scour scrolls....

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A vigil for scrolls:
who writes the history now ?

Actors are barbaric now –
playing the malicious music of
rebirth.
There is no threat now from intimate-
bombers.

Be drunk on my breast –
in lunar landscape, wearing no shoes.
Buddha has lost his libido.
Can you fix the bed of black
roses ?

A sick mind now writes-
a transgender prose.


Satish Verma...

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Turning this blank verse kaleidoscope towards

The ageless mountaintops....

Sealed aneath sine die scrolls amid 

Probities as brass; calliope signets

Upon the colligere pages yet to be crafted 

Afore....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....Sirius, whom gazes from above!?






Note: Smile ~ "A Signet of 'Love,'" John!:) ~...

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