Short Sketched Poems
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I'm sunbird of the sketched skyline,
Soaring across soft sheaths
Of ebony moonflowers,
Inhaling gossamer death, tonight.
Denton's Harry Rutherford
sketched so never got bored
Star of BBC's Caberet cartoon spool
a master with Lowry in the Northern school
Doctor Victor Frankenstein
sketched an impressive blueprint design,
but that was just for starts.
He'd need to get some body parts.
Every moment that we have
spent will be
Sketched into my heart
Embedded in my memory
Painted in my pupil
Embedded in the scents of my
nose
The design sketched --
shards of words and phrases
lie in their trays
sorted by colour
and shape
to be fashioned into a new poem --
to dazzle and illuminate.
Cloud formations etched
with crimson aglow vanquish
angst, magic is sketched
1/4/2017
As the tides roll in off the sea
Erased are the days memories
In sand many poems were written
Epithets sketched in bare feet-
Reading the unwritten-
Under the shade of fading willow tree
Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus
ebony chalk sketched her soft silhouette,
old keepsakes reveal heartache-
a broken easel mourns...
Form K-Kimo
Sponsor, Broken Wings
April 2, 2017
leaves' brilliance... sketched on
indian summer's canvas...
nights whisper winter
September 09, 2019
A Transition of Seasons Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
So far away
(from me now)
But near my heart
So long ago
(almost seeming just)
Sketched enrapt memories
There by a young mans adventure
(memories distilled to affection)
Still there now an older mans dreams
SCARS
Sketched upon the weary landscape
Scuff marks of the cross
Deep and wide
The impressions of a timely death
Tears that flowed from earthborn breast
Pressed upon our Edenic chest
12/6/2017
I pray upon my Knees
I believe what I Believe
I don’t care what anyone says
My faith is Strong
What’s written is Written
If only on whispering wafers of Paper
Or in Stone, or sketched in Clay
Most likely, on my Heart
Is what I Say
Once was an illustrator, sketched portraits of famous peeps
Mailed each 2 copies, one to sign and return, other to keep
Received over a thousand
Friends were totally astounded
John Wayne, Donald Trump(?) and John Glenn just 3 of heaps
Onto the paper, leaks black unforgiving tears
With every stroke of pain, something magical is displayed
Scars and scratches from an abusive defeat
Cobbled thoughts sketched in the fibers
Today, a horrible mess
Tomorrow, the masterpiece you've been waiting for
hampstead and the city
- as if sketched on
primed white canvas
appeared from on that bench
divorced from time
and standing still.
a london without colour
- ashen, silent, lying distant
seemed subdued beneath
the heat haze
hanging down
from primrose hill.
Held our Father's sophisticated art
I care
I AM there
Christ you are strong and Mighty
Lovely
Recovery
Discovery
Creations by the Divine
God knows the details of our lines
Who else would take their time
Making our unique design
God's heart we show
He sketched us you know
on a broken night
marinated in lost thought
a pen with papers
tried many sweet rhyming shots
they sketched and screeched of weird creeps
never-named poems,
sang them to tunes, sold to fools.
then comes salty preach~
the damn nerve to rob and thrive
off a barely legal child…
Once was an illustrator, sketched portraits of famous peeps
Mailed each 2 copies, one to sign and return, other to keep
Received over a thousand
Friends were totally astounded
John Wayne, Donald Trump and John Glenn just 3 of heaps
(Long before The Donald became PREZ?)
I sketched
You, with words
To calm
A weary heart
To sleep tight
In slithering night, but
Your whimsy craving
Echoed, sweetly
The breath
Of Northern stars
Fetching us
Gallons of
Scented
Rain
Like wine, brewed with
Gleaming pieces
Of you
And me
‘Neath a silky sheet
once two met in rain
to hide tears from prying eyes
and longing in mine
stole away in night
to bargain locked heart's freedom
you the only key
sat perfectly still
as I sketched it on my mind
the smile you promised
as showers subside
blossoms thirst in desert sands
til return of rain
I am statuesque
And ink-blot dry
Shrouded black
In the blink of an eye –
An avatar
A figment – distilled
As a silhouette
On the canvas – stilled
And there suspended
By a gleam of air –
Crystallized
In a sunbeam’s glare –
Materialized, sketched and traced
By the shadow’s hand
And the sun’s embrace
Sunrise, a
lighter shade of gray
replaced a starless black.
Pines stand sketched -
one dimensional and sad,
shrugging - not knowing
if the day is
worthy of a smile.
While a robin adds
another twig to its
tightly woven hopes
as instinct whispers,
Worm hunting is always better
on a rainy morning.
~ Outside ~
In the darkest of rooms I felt for a door…
With a handful of keys I searched for more…
What has been taken or lost along the way…
I can still see in dreams where they live and play…
On a blank dismal wall I scribed a window to see…
I sketched a sunset in color and soon I was free…
~ Poet Mike ~
Fallen.
Down into the cold dark morass.
Earthborn once more.
Discarded.
From the warmth of your secret fires.
Out of grace.
Into the wilderness.
Love no longer mine to give.
Nor yours to have.
Requiem.
Into a labyrinth scene.
With shades of your face sketched in reverting dreams.