Short Spanning Poems
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in an unseen giant's hands:
the deft squirrels probing,
penetrating lush leafage,
spanning tangled trees' branches.
Walking shadow
Untouched and selfless part
Spanning different world
Celebrate pure
Beauty residing forever
Valentine beyond life
Its always there.
And no doubting
Turmoil-spanning, will ever be.
As firm, in bridge
Heart, Love bolsters.
Walked all over; too casually.
Snow
Stretches
On grey beams
Spanning our walk
So over the misty water we dream
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spanning thirty years
sweeping episodic film
~ big brave beautiful
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
A moon lit sky of stars
Spanning far and wide
Preserved on the shelf in jars
A moon lit sky of stars
Sleeping amongst the sand bars
Listing to the rolling tide
A moon lit sky of stars
Spanning far and wide
Mountainside laced with light
Carved of ice and snow.
Bubbling pools
Spanning wings
Scanning rocked plateaus.
Trees towering high
Chirps and chimes of tempo.
Reaching leaves
Gifting rays
Giving off to tomorrow.
Watch how the light and dark play
and place the spotlight on her,
caterwauling in pig-tails,
wetting our black paradise.
Her spidery silhouette
of tears, spanning these lost streets,
coaxes roses from potholes.
Tiles of remembrance of classes
long past, replacing blankness
painted handprints and colors and smiles
spanning the length of the ceiling, forever
reserved for the posterity of wandering eyes.
How glorious the sunset! Our days unforgotten!
TIME
neither
friend nor foe
I lose track of it
when I'm writing poems
for it oft escapes my thoughts
"spanning past, present, and future"
(Clarity Pyramid)
06/02/2022
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The battle lions are drawn
Syruped upon the wind
Spanning a silence fraught with the nervous and the calm.
Sultry the nanimals linger in the praying field
Lurid with cranberry eyes they touch.
In touch with you and me.
So step outside and see.
How many things you can be.
Form:
Gods Country
Gods country as a whole
Is a whole country united
A whole continent un-subdivided
Without senseless violence
In any shape or form.
Unlined
with barbed wire strung tight
Spanning the Pacific to the Atlantic.
Simultaneously
all of it, and none of it
private.
Beauty spanning the years
As delicious to my eyes,
As Mozart is to my ears
Stunning, stunning...
Wordless to describe,
The visions of loveliness
As a doctor might perscribe
An envelope filled with love,
I thank my God above,
How ever I captured thee,
Will be a mystery to me.
Never felt so close
Yet so far away
At the same time
Mystery surrounds
Your every word
Seperating us
Like a bridge
Distancing our hearts
Spanning for what seemed like eternity
Until my love for you perished
Forever buried with the secrets
That you kept locked away
Inside your broken soul
War
Drawn out from Factories
in Assembly line
as always seen
spanning
all kind and all time
horizons
War
Blueprinted consistently
to win an idea or a space
or anything our fancy
War
Somebody has a right
and the supremacy
to feel bored
why should everybody
feel we are all right
we are intact
PRECLUDED IMPULSES
vivid
evocations
constantly
moving
spanning
the
indivisible
tangible
cleansing
aspirations
from
coincidentally
expressed
positive
archetypetual
efforts
all-pervading
instinctive
feelings
of renewed
impulsive
consciousness
Driving through the broken, potholed streets
Lined with houses spanning decades
Each with a thousandfold more character
than that of the cookie cutter impostors they call homes
I appreciate the creaks and groans
Much more than the sheen of granite stones
Value comes down to values.
What are yours?
time passes
in a way where
we don’t see blood
pass from generation
to generation
too slow to be seen
by the human eye
the same blood runs
through different veins
with age and over time
it is only when we
observe generations
together in a mirror
spanning these years
can we detect its flow
yonder is my town's old bridge,
grayish, humpbacked, but still strong,
still spanning my gaping years
like lyrics weaving my song;
like a bright picture postcard
framed by my car's glass window,
stirring youthful memories
that gladden my soul, you know.
Spells of luscious sound and wondrous vision
bells that fill the air with mystic tones
wells of crystal cascades sating endless thirst
dells a golden haunt for clustered stones
Wings propel red robin’s noonday flight
rings affirm a passion spanning many lives
things we hoard and blindly cast away
Kings and Queens who feast at royal beehives
Cloud tree, layer tree of magical lands,
An underworld, a heaven with different Earths between,
Provider of a variety of planes,
All floating, suspended, spanning their space.
Each strata reaching, stretching, fanning in the slow, slow race,
Competing with the trunk as it thickens, broadens, increases in height,
And so the enchanted lands widen adding to the might.
Of Bittersweet Memories
We met, we touched, we loved;
in the moment we were one.
As time faded, we melted:
each flowing into each other.
Today, silent sounds
penetrate the distance;
the bridge of time spanning
love’s troubled waters—
And now I sit all alone
in the crowd of my thoughts,
sipping realities
from a filled cup
of bittersweet memories:
I miss you terribly.
Banana Spider has kept close
Been many a bug's host
Dancing with yellow striped, black legs
Wrapping up what she likes most
Golden threads make up her web
Spanning from tree to house
Helps keep the porch bug free
Thats why she stays with me
She's allowed to stay
Until her final day
Only a year until she disappears
Then her babies will reappear
Red noses and cold hands
Piles of leaves spanning entire lands
Coats and gloves replacing fans
This is what fall is
The crunch of leaves
The return of long sleeves
Excitement on All Hallows' Eve
This is what fall is
Early night
The cold gives a bite
The ground might be covered in white
This is what fall is
The start of school
The air turns cool
Decorations that look like ghouls
This is what fall is
In the midst of weeping with a salty aftertaste.
There is a warm embrace of light, not waste.
Some stories are cloaked in frantic haste.
This is emerging in the midst of the chaste.
Lost to history, the tales of heroes and baste.
I'd wish to walk to the beach and lambaste.
While immersed in the eons-spanning waist.
The place of plentiful smiles and fish paste.
Written: June 04, 2023