Short Smooths Poems
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ASCENSION
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moon slowly ascends
silver coin in well of sky
glow smooths rough edges
MADD mothers were doing just fine
Until Jesus made water wine
After a wedding
Wine smooths the bedding
Whilst organs arouse the divine
ethereal lovely touches like
etheric ocean waves smooths
excellent whisper of love
cool breeze of romantic fall night
come and go on right time
coalesce the two souls
Form:
The Wizard of Our-Land reigns supreme
cloaked in the garments of fear's dreams
He waves his wands, flexes his muscles
smooths over all problems, as dark winds rustle
Hard-working, calloused hands
firmly imprint ridges upon my back.
Your sandpaper face, like a fine file,
smooths against my neck gently.
Like your rugged bristle terrain,
my arm hairs stand erect.
11-7-19
Your love always forgives and is so kind,
It gives me great peace of mind.
Your love requests and it shares,
It smooths the deepest cares.
Your love is not surface bent,
It's strength and it endures, It is heaven sent.
Tongue Twisters #2:
ACTION 2
Sight follows light
Right moves shape flight
Will how you feel
Thrill each fine deal
Mind knows great finds
Kind touch smooths grind
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Leon Enriquez
04 August 2015
Singapore
Bold-lit lamp, rained on, snowed on
Undaunted; undismayed.
Even of tree's fleshy torn strips
What is splattered for leaf.
Constant standing in one place
With this one fixed purpose;
Courage, nights! Which clear heart-way
Steadies as smooths beneath.
Sinatra smooths the Polish song along
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"Ever Homeward"
12/12/2015
Contest - One Liners
4th place win
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Contest - Your Choice Tribute Verse
Sponsor - Brian Strand
3rd place win
Parlayed about a twist of fate
His shredded character remains
All sought to burn and swiftly end
Yet he persists from autoclave
Turning down a meaningless debate
Sarcastic tongue with wily pen
Smooths the path, a wake revered
So few achieve his place of Zen
Judgment before mercy stoops
as tears flow mingled with praise.
The face once creased smooths with love;
rumbling thunder drops down rain
soothes patched earth etched by folly.
Cry, praise when the heart aches, dry;
crawl and groan and moan, not let,
only mercy pleads for grace.
© 2014
THE SEER
Owl-eyed,
golden-haired,
Guinevere,
Gazing at her,
limpid pool,
silver,
The ripples
thoughts in time,
Pervading her realm.
The seer smooths
her shining lake,
The ripples
of her mind
vanish.
The players
are gone,
we were ]
only
thoughts
in her time,
Our future,
Our past,
Time
Out of mind.
let’s go back a
hundred-thousand years
to these ragged edges
torn rains
raw greens
biting seas
to the first sunrise,
now understood.
tears of calm joy –
a return.
we find ourselves
in this,
a kinship;
our brother is
our keeper,
and we
its’ guardian,
walk the edges
and the smooths;
our planet,
Earth’s children
the water smooths herself out,
admiring the celebration of hope
the oaks admire the decorated pine
humans have adorned her
and set her adrift in a native canoe
she parades her truth, showing love
this happens every year the oaks whisper
the forest quiets herself feeling a reverence
a soulful event that changes the ambiance of the forest
Listen to poem:
Your hairy brown exterior
Belies the sweet interior
A gift to humans culinary
Or cocktail quite extraordinary
Your oil it smooths, caresses
A babies bum it blesses
Your cream is heaven slurry
As I add it to my curry
In short you're what we all need
Though your stature for a plant seed
Might be intimidating
I'll still give you 'A' star rating
We are all surfing the wave of time.
In times immediate wake is the frothiness of near history.
Smooths out as the wave moves on.
The wave churns and gurgles as the past is being created.
We the flotsam and jetsam along for the ride.
The wave creates the lives we have lead.
Potential is all that’s in the waves headlights.
Nothing at all the wave moves into.
We all live on the edge of reality and time.
My Frenemy
My Frenemy sits beside me, cool and quiet
Even as I write this.
My Frenemy smooths my thoughts. whispers new ideas into my head
But... also robs me of recent memories,
Not to mention my general dignity.
My Frenemy is neither good nor evil,
Nor friend nor foe,
Depending upon his use,
As I suppose is true of all of us.
So we shall continue our dance for now,
Taking and giving,
Dying and living.
The moon is at his window
It bathes him with its light
It smooths his features wan
With fingertips of white
Steal slowly moonbeam rising
Across the bedroom floor
Illuminate his breathing
Enchant his sleeping door
Take time for observation
He slumbers, still, as stars
That twinkle in the heavens –
Like you his dreams are far
Beyond the near horizon
Beyond infinity
Too far for us to reach him
Ourselves with him to be –
Actively listening with his eyes sealed shut.
The slow, peaceful river smooths over his woes...
bestowing him a much-needed piece of mind;
by the river bank.
Submitted for...
Completely Your Choice (43)Any Form Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
(Winner: 10th Place)
Date: 01/17/2021
Date written: 12/23/2020
(for all poets who cannot stop revising)
I am not finished
I am never finished
In the poet’s head
I am kneaded indefinitely
I am not finished
often typed
put in writing
spread imaginary
I am always one step
ahead of the poet
I am never finished
forever young
because the poet
smooths my wrinkles
forever and ever
But am I finished
when the poet is finished?
Or do I get a legal guardian
and an unwrinkled future?
The Day I Found You
The day I found you is the day my life became real, you complete me, where our hearts empaled it's every midnights vale of glow, that shines your soul, leading to mine,
Your exquisite eye, gleams in twinkled star, that fills the sky, as you look at me, with a ginle, smile amongst your face, that lights the world, and our kisses now so warm, touching lips, smooths my pride, to hyperventilate, deeply in love, for you I am, forever ADDICTED....
a pigeon in the rain
upon a windy wet ledge
cooing, he smooths his feathers
and tucks his head for a rest
with not a care for wind or rain-
oh, I wish for that kind of tranquility . . .
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May 16, 2022
Poetry/Free verse/the pigeon
Copyright Protected, ID 05-145-892-16
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem, No 44
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 05/26/2022
Honorable Mention