Short Scrutinizing Poems
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This jungle of words.
Fear, like a badger
comes, and sits at my door.
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The insects, I
am tired of them. All the
time I sit under a bo tree.
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This city was
like an ocean, full
of predator sharks.
Satish Verma
inside
a frozen
minute
you wait
the door
ajar
as if
to capture
the faintest
echo of
footfall
the mirror
scrutinizing
that empty
space
beside you
on the couch
my reflection
endlessly
snared
in mute
counterpoint
03/22/18
A Poet – Chiseling a Tenuous Verse
Scrutinizing for—Refined Brevity
Distinguishing on—Verbal Rarity
Mastering the Art of—Succinct and Terse
Analyzing the—Precise, Fitting Word
Harsh,Choppy—and Concurrently Flowing
Continually – Engaging —Growing
Placing – Failing Limping Verses—on Hold
No one questions as much
Freedom concept as such.
Nor its value or cost -
Til it is crudely lost.
Once it’s stolen, we pause,
Scrutinizing the cause.
Priceless is freedom’s net,
Let us never forget!
Its elite taste, so sweet,
Relish as a rare treat.
March 18, 2022
there
it
stood
tall
majestic
solemn
facing outward
piercing the night
scrutinizing the horizon
looking out
for stragglers
lost desperate souls
drifting at sea
to guide them home
AP" 2nd place 2020
Submitted on December 21, 2018 for contest LIGHTHOUSE sponsored by EVE ROPER
Confused arising
Seeking, searching, scrutinizing. . .
Succeeding.
Conniving, cutlasses, smirking swords;
Silently mocking, laughing at my doom.
Glaring, glowering, with a gleam in their eye.
Eerie eye patches, sneering smiles;
Sinisterly scheming, anticipating gloom.
Creeping, crawling, cringing. . .
Complete.
Concrete awakening.
(Bobby May Sr Poet)
Bogus I am not
Optimistic I am
Buoyant I float with laughter
Breaching some of the rules
Yonder as I watch
My thought’s aloof from poetry critics
A few seem to tough
You have become a poetry bully
Scrutinizing the heart
Renouncing the mind
Pretending you are better
Overseeing meanings
Eliminating the feelings
Trampling the heart
The belief is there to be explored
Tired as I am
Scrutinizing the thoughts
Acceptance of the outcome
The pencil never leaves the hand
Sometimes and somewhere
Tossing and turning
Recreate and reconstruct
Meticulous and memorable
Is there more lines to flourish
The riding of the boat
Keen as I am
Invention of things to come
Innovation of the future
The warmth never leaves the pot
Sweet are the thoughts
Keeps the warmth of the soul
Sour are the wounds
Leaves the coldness of the pain
The change is coming
Going on and on without full stops
Amazement takes over
Moving on without commas
Importance blends with the flow
Interesting as it is
Sugar coating the moments
Keeps the joy of the memories
Scrutinizing the ideas
Leave the mind intact
The change has arrived
For the shark
A verse wanton of many an eternity
A story told-
weak, strong, slumbering, bold-
A man
A shark
Elusive concubine of the dark-
Adorer of the ancient
devastating ocean,
Scrutinizing humans repel your potion-
Alone-
You
and your lover swims away
In her world of watery abyss
you join
your heart-
she will never betray.
Inspired by Isidor Ducasse (Comte De Lautreamont).
A. Green
Instinct
March 29, 2014
Instinct
Destination aimless
love floating like
a fragile butterfly
scrutinizing
surfaces on which
to safely alight.
Between the
terrestrial and
the celestial
discerningly;
My love hoovers
beaming in on a
familiar stream of light.
Another traveler
circling same time;
Together we land
in a poppy field;
Allowing ourselves
this time, perhaps
to trust happenstance.
why chance genetic dice throw
gifted me finite time
solely to contemplate
(more than just my navel)
meaningfulness analogous
to scrutinizing Möbius strip
unable to identify
inscrutable mystery
defining random existence
specifically essence
happenstance/circumstance
which begat me Matthew Scott Harris.
His noggin mottled, plagued, and riddled
with debilitating accursed impediments
since birth circa
January xiii mcmlix.
Mist over the pond,
Morning bliss responds to light:
Lavender in bloom.
·
New purple roses,
Surround the Japanese bridge:
In lilac aura.
·
Vast purple petals,
Mixed phlox and lilies fresh scent,
Perfume morning air.
·
Soft sunlight appears,
Lush gardens bathe in warm rays:
Dissipating mist.
·
A mauve perspective,
The warm light casts reflections,
Of the French landscape.
·
A colorist scene,
Scrutinizing color change:
Unwritten poems.
She is a prisoner of her own conviction
A self-imposed life sentence
Found guilty of scorn and self-doubt.
Often, she stands gazing intently into her mirror
Scrutinizing the entire reflection
Instead of the mirror encouraging her to love her beautiful self,
The reflection staring back disheartens her.
She wonders if these deep ingrained feelings will ever cease to exist.
She lies in wait, woefully, longing for the day
When her sentence comes to an end.