Short Segments Poems

I have a lens
Framing segments
Of a world
That moves me
Creating an artificial pause
As if to stop it...

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collated pictures
gloss enamels folio
binder segments years
time embosses memories
as dust cloaks each weathered fold...

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The candles dance alive
Celebrated by our circle
All segments were five
The birthday song we sheepishly sing
As I smile thanking my everything...

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On the west coast
Golden fields of Corn
Thrive in the sun
240 segments
17 shepperd dogs
rabbit just to boot
Feedin all those animals
Really must be a hoot...

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stilled contrasts
    in solar segments,
rise then fall-
diminish
the presence 
              of time..
as 
    I
       wait...

then are 
            refreshed..
again...

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intricate segments
elegant tiles arching to
wicked amber thorn









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The worm goes on
and on
and on

An endless stream of armoured segments
crawling out off the working day

The frozen flow of restless homonunculi
Disharmony of spheres

Panta Rhei
Panta Rhei
Panta Rhei


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otY7ICUJSdQ...

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The cruisers bought all the 
canned food that was for the locals,

The small island stores stocked in three week
segments of time,

The Marquesans waved when the sailors pulled up anchor,
smiling big with their gifts from the brief, fast moving visitors,
new t shirts that said USA...

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even its shape
can be counted in segments
an inhuman face
and arms of different length
static as it moves
pulling life like sifting grass from grain
moments stored
in pointing gaits
always wrong somewhere
foreman of our days
half past whenever
quartered past
future ticks
unheard by the turner...

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The navel oranges like my love looked divine

I purchased some perfect fruit to be mine

Easy peel like his clothes stirring a scent so sweet

The lusciousness such a tasty treat

Divided into segments, plop, tart touched my soul

Question haunts does an orange get sweeter in the bowl?  ...

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Give me your windows
let the dark light linger
sun boulevard again
wafting in the water
acting feight
your summer segments swell
giving hope to seven crows
distant hope flowing
I've known you asunder
The eagle clings to merriments shadow
the temple of life gives to the Pilgrim










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In somnolence of tangerines  peeling
                                Thin skin reveals  love segments
                                    Sweet and sour memories  














ONE KIMO 10,7,6, Syllable Count ONE ONLY - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
10/09/2016...

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Meet myriad mystic magic moments
Thrill taut tensile telling treatments
Sense sweet-sour sanguine segments
Lift lovely laughter light
See succinct soul sights
Frame fleeting flight
Dance dream dance
Spread stance
Chance




Leon Enriquez
09 December 2015
Singapore


(Note: This poem is a Nonet with Alliteration.)...

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endless
           boredom,
isolated
renditions
              survive
to provoke
enchantment
             end route....
intrepid 
           segments
juxtaposed
            with irony...
a mocking
             presence
meagre..yet..
                 subtle,
idiomatic
       syncopations..
...to frustrate as
I deliberate...

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As the grace of my lord invade my segments
my soul stears from satins decent

with his hateful lament 
and his constent resent
the feel of my soul is in malcontent

i never look back at the shadows in black
but insteed look ahead at the living dead

for I will never become blined to the wise mans sin
for he can lead me to sin again...

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endless 
           boredom,

isolated 
renditions
            survive
to provoke
enchantment
              end route..
intrepid 
           segments
juxtaposed
           with irony-
a mocking
              pretence
meagre
yet     subtle,
idiomatic
           syncopations...
..to frustrate
                  as
I deliberate...

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Breathe, I can’t breathe
Air is like fog
I need a breath to survive
Now another one
And another
It seems to go
On, seconds seems to be
Coughing
Segments of breath 
All that I have done
Painful entities
That I have created
Moments
Breathing needs to become
A solid conscious
Deliverance
Breathe, again
So that I may be
With her again

Russell Sivey...

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They plead with us
manipulating
pain and hunger
between the segments
of broken merriment.
Beggars
paid big bucks
to raise funds
tearing at the tender
underbellies
tormenting the scorched souls
of the old and lonely.
Chastising us
in voices muted
by soft music
intimating that we
are all that is needed
to suture the wounds
of the world.

John G. Lawless
20/30/2020...

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Work and Play

There is an equality
to be observed in
what seem as the
segments of life..
All are appearances
in the present moment..
(Really not a moment
but Now outside of time..)
Work and play are
simply modifications of
Now
into seeming forms:
one form or another
but the pleasure and
the truth come
from the discovery
that the same Field or
Now
underlies and
composes all......

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Rhyming is a delightful game
certainly one I love to play.
I thank the muse who comes to me
On any given day.

She sits upon my shoulder.
Whispers words quite candidly.
If she whispers enough of them
Then sentences I see.

If the words aren't written down
They simply fade away.
And only segments will return
On an inconvenient day.

I will continue doing
What this presence does decree.
I perceive her as a lady
Goddess of the poetry....

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Scrape, bye ; The Calendar 
ticks with no inky point,
segments broken into
whatever minuet, or waggle
and slithers of whats left for you.
You can gaze through, 
honey coombes yellow
along a long one way troop 
of seedless sunflowers,
their low heads hung,
corroded and long Bee,d.
Winter in broken boxes
spilt, blind, even,
warm to strangers
Spring a season of
Infinite meaning, 
Based, on nothing
but the viewpoint of a Bee.

13/7/21...

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I’m bored with life
Each week repeats its self
Into what seems to be
Eternity

Where’s the sense of adventure
I know what will happen
Each moment of each day
Then each week seems to fade away

I know the definition of insanity
To repeat the same thing over and over again
To expect different results
But I know it will always be the same

I'm not insane I'm just bored
With a monotonous life
But what is life if not monotonous
A continuous stream of 24 hour segments...

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SHAPELESS TIME

Segments of evolving reality
Aging has altered my time
Savor shapeless pieces
Squander nothing behind

History of expiring world
Shock waves rattle your spine
Future of temporal uncertainty
Cyclone sweeping your mind

Distractions rob the senses
Electronics hasten the pace 
Capture timeless memories
Prisoners of embrace

Rights of passage of eras
Sand slipping through rhymes 
Flow of waning motion
Winter of shapeless times

©Lee Johnson...

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A mandarin heart

Small and stronger

Breathing in muscles

Protected by bone

It's the believing heart

That fights stronger to her knees those dreary days

When the moon is just a fear

When the ship wishes to hide from those eerie seas


A heart so sweet with little sourness

Just enough to deal with the segments of life

It's the mountain of hope that keeps the beat dancing

It's the journeys unknown that broadens the shoulders intuitively
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Bombs Blast

                                 Monoj Panday

Bombs blast

Bombs are blasting everywhere

Only the segments

Only the fragments

Blood and flesh of innocent people

 

Their aspirations

Blown in the air

Their dreams

Smashed in the sky

Nobody knows

 

Bombs are blasting

All left home

And become homeless

And he is waiting in that place

Stretching his bold two hands

Bombs are blasting

Blood is melting

Its colour has changed

Coming down from his blue eyes....

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