Short Slants Poems
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once
in a great while
snow falls
straight down --
no icy slants
no whirling dance --
past Autumn's
bewildered
leaves
Summer’s gone…
The earth has shifted.
The sun slants
Anew each day.
The chill in the air
In the cool, cool, dawn,
Brings a change
Most welcome, some say.
rain slants, umbrella her side sways ~ he silently flaunts loves subtle ways
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Summer sun slants
acute
long shadows cast
distorts
reality
and when
it’s all done,
there’s
no place
else to go
but
up on the roof
to dance
in the
August snow
Please care.
Love's slants and spins have me dizzy.
Thy laughter's the star I navigate to
Thy voice a song I listen for
Thy touch I long for
Please care.
I make heated love's impious oaths.
Thy sigh is my pleasure as well
Thy smile is worth gold
Thy look my is my sun
persephone thoughts
snow slants
across my window
blowing north into south
except for the rebel
who swirls occasionally
down from the chimney
enough of cold and gray
I think of
the golden beetles
clustered
on my moon flower leaves
they shine like nuggets
in a pirate's chest
Mist
Slides forth
From the peak
of curving heights
slants fade in purity, dismal, and droop
You're now at the same level as the trees.
the haze sneaks forth.
the footbridge
looming
cloud
Written: February 11, 2022
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Styled like a T Bird.
She really purred in third.
By listening to the engine
you did shift.
Ahe was sleek and styling
if you get my drift.
Her body golden cream,
the roof black.
It's the one with the roof
that slants slightly back.
Pop shifting soon became
my speciality.
I just loved my
1964 Super Sport Chevy.
Bronx cheers, muffled in December
‘The Boys of Summer’ have vanished
gone the way of the playground
ghosts of warmer climes
Slants of ice fill the empty stands
Cheers – or boos – reserved
for vagabonds
for drifting wads of paper
Spring has sprung
And we are won!
No cold or frostbite,
But dew holds tight.
Circulating air,
Breeze fare.
Blossoming plants
All bright slants.
Growth exists,
Beauty consists.
Blizzards gone,
Winter’s long!
Open necks,
Hit the decks!
Perspective,
Elective.
Dialect loved,
Speciation beloved.
suddenly bare branches
sway and shiver
shiver and sway, outstretched
in vain
to December's flares
stunted grass shoots
deign not wave
to howling winds
their lawns daily prowl
icy slants of rain
piercing bare heads
autumn’s roses gone missing
color them dead
its just a metaphor you see
a bridge slants ahead
you can never really
the bottom until uve hit the top
but when you start
a journey that is uncertain
could be long
could be short
if you trust in your instinct
and trust in the bridge
no matter how long it takes
you will reach the destination
trust me...i love you mom
Evanescent parlays
of paradoxical exposure
expecting perceivable combustion,
hindsight still plays unavoidable heady games
aftermath perception lives up to mean arithmetic
Specificity of angular slants contrasting circles'
spatial commitment to conformity's configurations - -
square pegs will never fit societal a$$holes
collaboration
work with sun, moon
earth, the good long days
peel, pull seeds
hum quietly
a nameless melody
drawn through half forgotten
memories
as is this recipe.
cinnamon red, sharp
nutmeg brown, sultry
sugar white
as snows to come
eggs golden globes
milk splashing
creamy sounds.
day light slants
across the table
it warms my hands
as they shape dough
for pumpkin pie.
theres no such thing as second chance, i know i sing, but can not dance, i feel im stuck, and in a trance, i feel exposed, but wearing pants. i was born here, but live in france, this is my life, my special stance, take up the cans, and give up cants, i must be with, my people, ants. i cant boogie, but yes i prance, i dont have sword, but do have lance, respect critters, respect the plants, my life is down, with many slants.
The aching rain beats down on me
I shield myself as best can be
Its piercing slants like stinging bees
The cold damp wind goes right through me
My teeth do chatter up and down
My body's shaking all around
No warmth retained, I'm 'bout to freeze
Right through me howls the cold wet breeze
I spot whitecaps way out at sea
The aching rain beats down on me
I shield myself as best can be
Then shiver in the chill damp breeze
Somber light slants through the window.
The sun lazes behind blankets of clouds.
Grey skies are all I see.
A tranquil yet almost uneasy atmosphere
rests over everyone.
No one dares to shrug it off.
Today is a day for soft musing and true thoughts,
it's sobering and uplifting at the same time.
There will be no more doubts by the end of this day.
A chilly wind breezes over cool skin as
colors are dimmed and speeds are slowed.
Nothing resists the sleepy pull of these grey days.