Short Situ Poems

The late David Alfaro Siqueiros
to Mexican was a great loss
Famed for his murals 'in situ'
ever open to public view...

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HERE
present, in situ
replying, being, attending
place, existence; thither, distant
pointing, waiting, searching
yon, yonder
THERE


May 20, 2021...

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Edible plants were hungry, most eaten raw.
My Mom's recipe abandoned, rockets salvoed.
Maiden roots are cut, water is decanted.
As many religious beliefs, in situ and ex situ versus.
So Earth's half million plants surrendered.
Forgive us, unhug you....

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CHARACTERISTICS
a dedicated
focussed
display
appeared
 en tempo
side by side
in
situ
a
seductive
  vista with
in vogue
contrasting
hues

a
 bathetic
flotilla
with
a   surreal
 oblivion
 tender
&idiosyncratic
in
elicit
mellow
  moments...

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Under a dim glow
I sit alone on floor below
Me with my pillow and shadow 
With thirsty imagination
In situ, velvety meditation
Pondering reflection, concentration
Creating poesy syllabification
Articulating in conjunction 
With accentuated pronunciation...

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There's no green shoots
to our intended relationship
that's what she said
I felt alone, not so secure
leaving the situ, so assuredly set
had our  meeting as a chat only
I gave my best photography, poetry and music
you were not as deep as you first poundered
although you were a Covid organiser...

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HOUSE OF AGONY

Dreamt sleep with dread
Lustreless content in situ 
Unable to control in nascent
Those that verge in collapse
At starry edge to planets.

Sinking into abysmal sea
Downing into bottomless
A space with flying swallows
Talking with beaked sentiments
Sorry for their onslaught 
 Murky waters and sediments....

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A  PAINTING.

Creating and recreating
Shapes of desire
A cunning way to rest
My tired brain, painting
Coloured to aspire
A curve to be hugged
A corner to be embraced.

Murmuring song of
 Past remembrance
Mind ravaged in situ.
Energising the hand
To ask for spirit’s favour
Setting up an arrangement
To trap myself aflame
Within a creative frame....

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A  PAINTING.

Creating and recreating
Shapes of desire
A cunning way to rest
My tired brain, painting
Coloured to aspire
A curve to be hugged
A corner to be embraced.

Murmuring song of
 Past remembrance
Mind ravaged in situ.
Energising the hand
To ask for spirit’s favour
Setting up an arrangement
To trap myself aflame
Within a creative frame....

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A  PAINTING.

Creating and recreating
Shapes of desire
A cunning way to rest
My tired brain, painting
Coloured to aspire
A curve to be hugged
A corner to be embraced.

Murmuring song of
 Past remembrance
Mind ravaged in situ.
Energising the hand
To ask for spirit’s favour
Setting up an arrangement
To trap myself aflame
Within a creative frame....

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 Rain,
wet, cold,
tiny little molecules,
almost shaped like tagpoles,
clear, yet shades of blue,
pelting down as if almost new,
breathtaking from the grey smoking chimney view,
roaring winds sweep through the rear choking smog,
enchanting, yet behold misery, frustration, panic, eagerness run through,
back away, back away, from your rear window in situ. ...

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THE BOOKWORM van gogh
l'rlesienne,book readng dame
a hobby,name linked with fame
LA FOLIE  manet
from front+near,a double take
ELLEN degas
dans un cafe thinking of tonights play
CAMILLE monet
his model extra ordinaire
with muse,none could compare
NINI renoir
nini,model from Montmartre
a pose from la loge,makes his art
MARIE gaugin
his landlady in situ
at the inn la poldu


see my related 
cartoons@www.impressionisticlook.blogspot.com...

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a pair of blue tits
inspecting new nesting box
spring is in the air

I know haiku don't have titles... but I couldn't resist!

My nesting box was made by students at the school I worked at - it has been in situ since 2016 but this is the first year birds are making it their home. I watched the pair inspecting the box on Sunday, the male spent ages pecking round the entrance to make it smooth ... today they are nest building in it

4/19/18...

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proclivity to get in sight of
  the finish line
Just to shoot myself in the foot

Ancestraly handed down generations 
upon next
misguided  to safely stay put

Regardless of condition in situ
As I reach for
 dreams that beckon afar

The lesson engraved on my genome
don't  be silly
Who do you think you are

Do it anyway after all what's the worse
that can be said
As you buck this curse

See, we told you so
You never learn
We sent you to school for your books to burn...

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Today I went to live
In a poem chalked of chimes
To taste some reveries in situ
I sought to find in hidden rhyme.

A heart throbbing
With anguished strain
Fire lit by some heated
Embers in the sooty brain.

Piercing with the mind
To observe and let pose
A spider gliding
Gossamer web of its dreams
Framed in a pivoted repose.

A house for habitation
Woven out of itself
Stretched in a triangle
Contemplating for
Other dimension
Beyond rational aims
Of living and dying....

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