Short Spearing Poems

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Premium Member A Jewel

A Jewel

A jewel among 
Ten thousand tears
One raindrop clear
One drop among a host
Which sends
A spearing shaft
Of purest crystal light
The low shine 
Of a winter’s sun
Suspended in a liquid lens
On the leafless thorn.


Blackbirds

A moment ago, 
in a flicker of pique,
with a wave of the hand,
I dispersed them.

Glorious birds, 
now they are back, 
gold talons wrapped, 
roosting.

Glorious birds,
high on a wire,
spearing the nits
in their feathers.


Donal Mahoney

Dock Over The Atlantic - Minichu


A tilt off the sand
unfolding of the mast
water beats her in the wind

her footprints left in the surf
the seagull's scavenging
shells lay still in stillbirth

sailing
spearing
seaweed

A tilt off the sand — 
the seagull's scavenging,
seaweed
© Paige Hind  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Blackbirds

Blackbirds
 

A moment ago,
in a flicker of pique,
with a wave of the hand,
I dispersed them.
 
Glorious birds,
now they are back,
gold talons wrapped,
roosting.
 
Glorious birds,
high on a wire,
spearing the nits
in their feathers.
 

Donal Mahoney
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Premium Member Heed Loves Voice

Heed love’s voice, conscience whispering Else flounder in darkness Pure of heart feel bliss throbs spearing Aligned with That oneness Ego stalks us in stealth Yielding dwindles soul’s health Love divine, our sole wealth There’s no choice Heed love’s voice 04-March-2022 Quietus
Form: Rhyme


Injured by an Ice Cube

Injured by an ice cube
'Tis hard to comprehend,
removal from it's tray
a spike of ice extends.

This dagger like stalagmite
did pierce my very skin,
a chilling site, believe me,
and much to my chagrin!

Some blood did run, yet briefly,
a smallish wound you see,
same ice that did the spearing
I used for healing me!
Form: Rhyme

Blue Wave

Heat on the door, windows airless,
    Obsessive heat.
Inching blandness in sorrow soaked.
Prism of light spearing through our town
Filled with hope.
A lingering ghost stays on.
Hungry repetition, happened, been and gone.
So slowly, interest fading 
To a daylight breaking
For that moment,
By a candle bare,
On rosewood eyes you shine.

Premium Member Is-Ness of Being-Ness

A steady toroidal force field manifests, to which we so yield, looking without interfering, wondrous at bliss currents spearing nodes within form, as of God’s will, making easy ascent uphill, enabled by love’s magnetism, felt distinctly in body prism, thus fixating our attention, in unending meditation. 30-July-2022
Form: Lay

Camera Views

I have never tasted your full lips, 
which lack a moisturizing tip. 
Yet, I somehow feel as if I have. 
I watched you break that fresh loaf of bread, and you said to me, 
“You are welcome.”
 Somehow, I could have tasted 
and smelled the freshness of that small piece you offered. 
I felt nourished.
Your spearing eyes, your youthful appearances
A love like ours will be forever, 
 My soul is in Accra.

I Begin To Fly

I step up 
the open door awaits
sights appear in front 
canvassed blue is what I see..

Into it .. I jump..

and drop 
spearing
spiraling 
careering
head first 
into the unknown
trekking down 
at blistering speeds

Where I wake up..

and spread my arms, 
birthing wings
with sturdy legs 

as my quest begins

and I am full of wonder..
for the moment comes,
the clock ticks,
and like a bird,
I begin to fly.

Depression

The jumbled musings of a broken spirit
Reaching out to be heard, but shoved aside
Focusing, but not paying attention
Lost in the maze of emotions

Trapped in the maze of emotions
Trapped in a network of disconnected thoughts
Crippled in pain

Will it ever morph into a new reality
Will it ever start making sense
For now, I remain in the darkness
With intermittent rays of sunshine spearing through my soul
As I wait for endless harmony

The Dilemma of a Goddess

I was baptized with a sacred immunity; 
yours: the futile spearing
at my crocodile bone
at my rock-built shell!
it shall a sorry fate be:
as a melting terminal wind!
a toad journeys not at noon in vain, 
a tortoise was not made a sage in vain;
keep those flames of your laughters; 
keep your tears from me
& that load of rude flamboyance:
your tankers of majesty; 
keep them from my forge 
in keeping yourself safe! 
I am of the two worlds?
© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.
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