Short Segment Poems

Use Aperture to Capture Rapture

must use aperture
to collectively capture
segment of rapture

Jim Horn...

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single segment red ribbon
round scented red velvet rose.
" Do love me for who I am,
lull my hush sorrow."

10/18/2023...

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A gust of wind 
Came as Jaina’s husband 
Delivering of wind got pregnant
Indonesia has some more husbands 
Just wind wow one more segment...

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segment of the sun
lemandarin, semi-black
‘midst toasty branches
floats flamingos, flaming pink
in lagoon’s brackish parquet


*hybrid between mandarin orange and lemon
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Watch for the day, it has been sent,
More than a simple token lent.
No basic gift do you impart,
But a stolen segment of my heart. 
The package: plastic, paper ink,
The message forms our missing link....

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The ice on my skin burns like the sun,
As the freezing steel makes another run.
Searing pain reminds me of why its done,
Medical precision assures the blood will run.
With this pain another news story is spun,
Followed by the segment of the one who used the gun....

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A black-haired dirty thinker
your words invade my head;
where lust and thirst become me
and love will see me dead.

Your body build a sailing ship.
Your keel at my back.
Your nods upon the ocean-
my death from your attack.

A bum to form a segment.
A fruit as firm as day.
A touch to stun the surface.
A helm to clear the way....

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A marvel of architectural grace
Needle-ended arches touching the space
Vaults that look imposed and superimposed
Ribbed ends that kiss the corners, hawk-nosed
Ornate spires like jewel fabrication
Fine flecks and fancies with fascination
Each segment shines with mystic touches.
Fusing faiths of temples, mosques, and churches
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On the ride to daliy chores,
As clouds their bellowing did
I thought of when I'd seen her last.
Then a streamer of the Sun
Caught me in the eyea, 
I thought of when last we spoke
While wondering with ardent sighs.

The worK progressed with steady speed
Till afternoon was bright,
A segment of a rainbow arched.
Her thoughts came with the night....

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Night folded its temporary home
Each segment removed brought
Light through cracks, windows
Doors until my eyes caught

The light of day, saying get up
Time to rise begin chores
The bed is warm and the room cold
Don't want feet to touch floor

Sunlight's penetration awakes
Even the cold, it now knows
Time is short, soon to be warmed up
'Til night its tent unstows

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A perfect segment, one curve, one line,
Fits to the side of the same that is mine.
You're half, not less, just half.

Love is nurture, it has to be learnt,
My Whole was given the time that you weren't.
I'm hers, she's mine...then you.

So why then do I feel this gold thread there?
When I'm not even sure blood is thicker than air.
Maybe it's the Grace at our centres....

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Every Tuesday
the guys
in the big
white truck
pull up 
to take
our trash.

they are dirty
in need of a shave
and smell like
rotted fish.

yet those
trash guys
have lives
beyond the scum.
     mothers
     wives
     lovers
     friends


I watch the tiny
segment of their lives
peeking through my 
parlour window

     year in
     year out.
I see them,
come Tuesday. They
have no idea
that I exist

They only know my garbage....

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Relaxing near my pool, I heard
a whisper in my ear.
I felt the warmth of a crystal 
gleaming tear.
The wind whispered ever so
softly and breezily:

"It's perfectly acceptable,
Panagiota, to be fully thee!"

"To follow the crowd, is
totally, not your balance"

"State your truth, with panache
and elegance!"

Thus, I resigned from chasing
approval and popularity.
The true glory was for me, simply
being totally me..
In every segment of my poetry.

August 13, 2019...

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Breathing space of time and place. Wishing waiting wanting wantonly. And a fried ham. Jellied eels do not erode in a milky ju. And segment of an oiled asparagus is not very funny for a spoon who arrives in a headdress at a ballroom. To tell a time off is to deny a denounced pink and purple acolyte of a flower . Bud then. Bead then. Braking beaming bombing being bringing basins. Hahahaha and now a chat to a cloth. Hahahaha and a jumping scarf doing the can can dance. Xxxx beautification z...

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reality views...
is digital here to stay...
the discrete segment...

with the analog...
the action...in a back seat... 
to be forgotten...

there's start and finish...
a seen perception of time...
measured periods...

hours...minutes...seconds...
mille and micro moments...
but...time can't stand still...

accident events...
where rescuers die helping...
may last days...hours...weeks...

so...which is correct...
digital or analog...
you perceive your truth

stan sand...

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No nearer nighttime.
In my own arms I have nurtured
the sweetest flagellation.
Moth to inferno once more.

Silver septum skin.
She snaps from divine touch
to sputtering projection.
Roll credits where credit is due.

Everything ends eventually.
Her sanctified smile shines
through tears, floods, inebriation.
Just in time for happy unhappy hours.

Where was wonder?
I will delicately segment and untie
her endless memory speck by speck.
Until she is remade, removed, relived.
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