Short Stages Poems
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As psoriasis; old scoros is'
With vulgarity; of method-biz
Darkening all hearkening
Bloated out ego-cankering
Blood money his diocease!
When one door is closed,
Young love may go through some stages,
While window is open.
Haiga for Edward Hopper's painting Summer Evening
when speaking the truths
is called " bad attitudes , "
arrogances
or egotisms,
remember that some victim players
are on different stages.
Human insistancy fuelled by myriad inconsistancys
Unreason of ages' result much hate and destruction
Through innumerable fervid and insane stages.'
What makes you feel Poetry Contest
Malabika Ray Choudhury
As the curtains closed on Mom's eyes, stages of memories teared in my heart
Topic#2
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darkening meadows
conjure parallel stages-
lawn chairs on damp grass
fireflies skittishly eyeing
the flitting lights of smart phones
14 Mar 2022
dreaded breast cancer
stages of growth tenderness
first thought is despair
main objective to destroy
shattering whole families
Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey
In our nation’s final, fatal stages
Before our country falls
From cowardice within,
Our daughters die for soldier’s wages.
And when the bugle calls
Out taps…it sounds our sin.
Shining for sometimes as stars
And fading on fans keeping far
Common in the Sky of cinema
Role to role in real life
All playing in many dramas
Setting stages to dilemmas
Stages in your head for what you will say. Come apart of the show, each breath every day.
It's best to stop faking, and go with the flow.
Be there for each moment, and let your love show.
the subservience of sunflowers
posed and heavy with dried yellow
spreads over fields of faded growth,
the sun stages the horizon
of sparse trees and hedgerows;
beyond the hope of lost gold.
Love,
Love, elegance,
Love, elegance, beauty,
Love, elegance, beauty, torture,
Love, elegance, beauty, torture, pain,
Love, elegance, beauty, torture, pain, Death
Stages Of Love
by Shane Bennett
Form:
Ever wished the ability to fly you possessed
Spy in chickies windows in various stages of undress
Whatta dirty old man
Disgusting I am
But oh so much fun, at eighty-three, still beats chess
My poetry has lent
more emotional benefit
than any psychiatric intent.
I bled on blank pages
during all my ages,
recording heart stages.
Paper is the mirror
showing me clearer
as therapy overseer.
So much to do, so little time
So little to do, so much time
So Life unfolds in phases all its own
A life’s work made whole by halves
A woman’s may never be done
While a man’s may have yet to begun.
(7/4/26)
As a child i wanted to be an adult
As an adult i wanted to be young
As an old woman i wanted to go back to my mothers womb
So that i could start life all over again and appreciate each stage as it comes and goes
Life it seems has its stages,
Each natural and appropriate
At the designated time.
We begin by grasping and holding
And we end by letting go.
Apparently that letting go
Takes a lifetime to learn.
(5/11/26)
Can always guarantee myself success
Just write about different stages of undress
The female form's a delight
My naughty passions ignite
But in public these feelings I must suppress
© Jack Ellison 2015
Sights And Sights Of Night Time
The moon at different stages
Stars with all their constellations
People snoaring
Cars roaring
Jeepers peeping
Skunks seeking
Train horn blowing
Train slowing
As it travels down the track
The deepest ocean
Becomes shallow at the edge
How deep will you go?
Co-inspired by Raul's contest and by our minister's talk today on Integral Spirals of
Consciousness, going higher and deeper in stages and states.
You're in the last stages
of lost wages,
of empty pages,
of spent rages,
You're in the termination
of inspiration
of imitation,
of expiration,
You're in the culmination
of emulation,
of exploitation,
of domination
of me.
With quills, we filled pages
With voices, made stages,
With words, won battles
Making the ground shake
What we write makes it rattle
What we think, we do make
To seas we can go,
We can explore the places,
Where no one has went to before
Happiness or sadness.
It is giving more than you can
No intention to receive
Trust, honesty, caring
Tokens
Are given to measure
But nothing can truly measure.
Compromise yet sacrifice
Different levels
Different stages
Constantly varying
With art..one time
ballet dancer
Will always be...
Craft
indelible
prediction:
dance by
stages of destiny...
own life...!
https://youtu.be/uauwx-cBd0s Swan lake finale - suggested
Harry Horsman; devilish rake, wild
Prodigy gunslinger as a child
Robs the stages then departs
Wields his way to women’s hearts
Smoked ‘em all down with joy as he smiled