Short Stokes Poems
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Adrian Stokes 'SCHIZOPHRENIC GIRL'
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Alberta likes to stoke up on some beer
That way, she conquers each one of her fears
She can fly, even die
Without batting an eye
But she still won't undergo a pap smear
Bobby Stokes pined to be a politician.
He was bright, idealistic, full of ambition.
But in office he forgot
what he clearly should have not.
Incumbents heed a dirty tricks tradition.
Woman, you hush down, you soothe
my hurt rememberings,
the triumphs I've lost, losses I've gained,
untold sufferings;
The strength of your tenderness,
blissful serenity,
stokes the amber embers
of my own mortality!
beams of hope tendered
mirror images refract
combustive spark
burning ember flames
radiant glare recycles
residual steam
intense stare refuels
bursts of energy stokes flame
sweet puffs of smoke stream
'Eyes First Meet' contest
Stephen Parker
Sunshine leads nature’s joy parade -
stokes photosynthesis.
Receiving leaves ‘neith which I prayed
are instruments of bliss.
Golden sun, friend of mine,
fueling grand design,
won’t you, upon, me shine?
For this one grateful boy,
sunshine leads nature’s joy.
bent over
the fire
stokes
the logs
aflame
it’s holiday
the brink
of passion
the flash
the flicker
of hearth
and home
homing in
the pigeon
lands
with message
in its claws
hello
the chimney whispers
it’s holiday
the smoke rises
simmers
12/23/2022
I'm sorry to have rushed you.
I was unaware of how hideous you are with insufficient preparation.
My attraction to you fades with each tick of the clock.
I realize that what once was can be no more.
I've ruined you.
Regret fills each wrinkle
and stokes each searing pain.
Painting a picture
In-to words
Simple imagination.
With brush in hand
Broad stokes,vivid colors
Where does every-body go?
Such a joy
This thought!
A single brush stroke
For all.
Many brushes
It takes
And the taste
Of many colors
To paint
The complexities of life,,,
Demonic desires, dark, feral
Seek objects to possess
True love outpours, it’s touch plural
All’s but God consciousness
Go with love, not with lust
In God alone we trust
For what’s body but dust
Ego urge stokes fires
Demonic desires
15-February-2022
Twin flames
find each others
fire inside.
Feet soles
walk on coals
without pain.
Flames lick
at their legs
scorching heat.
Lava rises
from depth of
their being.
Deep penetration
of burning desire
stokes fire.
Such intensity
eventually leads to
spontanious combustion.
What’s left of my remembrance,
now all that stokes the fire
What embered in the springtime,
the winter does expire
To douse not once but then again,
that spark which set me free
My wood left burnt with forest bare
—and darkness all I see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
What’s left of my remembrance,
now all that stokes the fire
What embered in the springtime,
the winter does conspire
To douse not once but then again,
that spark which set me free
My wood all burnt with forest bare,
—and darkness all I see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
From blazing forest scorched birds flee
Fuming wind waltzes in the flame-fest
Calm cloud clumps in the smoky sky
Take the ashes to cauldron of oblivion…
Anger stokes an inferno in the mind
Let the soul shower cooling serenity.
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May 20, 2023
For Line Gauthier's Bitsize Contest No 64
Some people like it
Very fast and hard
Other people like it
Going slow and gentle
Some will say
It needs to pound
Other will say
Slow stokes work
Some are sure
Hitting hard
Gets it off
Others are sure
Slow will work
If there’s no problem
I just know
Sometimes it’s one
Some times it’s the other
Be still
Just feel
Stray thoughts
Now blot
Dare see
Just be
Keep poise
Charm choice
Voice books
Just look
Seize joy
Cheer toys
Faith scopes
Just hope
Seek truth
Know proof
Cheer stokes
Just poke
Learn more
Glimpse core
Leon a Enriquez
24 August 2016
Singapore
The pillow queen stokes her empire
her quivering hand follows her letter
to all it may concern
cry in the dark
although she maybe strong,
made out of ploughshares
the sun still flickers
so much has gone already
and little is wept for
growing old
your strands of whitish hair
you may pray like a cygnet
but hopes are fenced
The
blaze in
the forest,
the scorched birds flee.
Winds blow hard fuming
waltz in flame-fest burning.
From the charcoal sky clouds fall
take debris into history.
When anger stokes inferno in mind
let soul shower sanity to be kind.
Written : October 2, 2017
February 7, 2020
Contest : Strand Select F, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
A simple word means so much
Fulfilling, the heart doth touch
Joyous feelings of belonging
Holds the soul, forever longing
Time and distance hold no fears
Uttered sweetly holds back tears
Nestled within it stokes those fires
On reaching out it sates desires
A simple word that means so much
Be close at hand or out of touch
Minutes , hours, the passing day
To live in hope to hear you say ( I am yours )
Itching fingers,
graceful strokes,
where will the notes go?
Only the song knows;
Pulsing, riveting,
amplified for effect;
the freestyle is created,
strummed by a guitar pick;
Scratching out chords
unable to stop,
he's on cloud 9
even among 1000 raindrops;
strings catch fire,
alive in his hands
the instrument knows;
A legendary song, Decadent!
With itching fingers,
graceful stokes,
Where will the song go?
Only the guitarist knows
Vive l’aventure !
Adventure stokes our hearts’ eternal flame
Sings to Courage, our better angel
Adventure beckons us in every season
From the lustrous pearl landscape of midwinter
To spring’s verdant rebirth as flowers bloom
From summer’s fun as families frolic
To autumn’s turning leaves and harvest moon
Adventure is the mirror that allows us to see
Our souls’ reflection… the true you and me
Adventure awaits. Allons-y !
My soup world is all the world is all
The world I care to go
When the sun shutters fall
And strange winds blow
My soup friends are all the folks
My heart cares to know
When loneliness stokes
The fireplace of memory. No
Place is better, a better people to share
A prayer breaking the hegemony of fear.
I love the deep drink
Of friendship here, pulling us from the brink
Of times despair.
I love my soup world, love you all so dear.
A touch seeds feel,
Love calls to me
Ever softly
To forge a thrill.
A feel floods more:
Love in full flush
Moves profound blush
Here at my door.
A squeeze of air:
Love in swift stokes
Can lighten yoke
In simple flair.
A sensuous thrill:
Love comes to light
A sparkle bright
As truth reveals.
A moment deep:
Love transforms daze
In sublime craze
As joy now weeps.
Leon Enriquez
14 October 2017
Singapore
You scan the room
eyes meet
smiles are spawned
Blushes shared
sideways glances
embarrassment cascades
The dance has begun
awkward moments multiply
rituals are invoked
Stares become contests
flames of desire kindled
yearning turns to wanting
Time stokes the embers
into uncontrolled heat
that cannot be squelched
Days become longer
nights intolerable
until
That moment
where lips meet
and lust is born
Andreas Simic©
Faith dwindles.
Anger stokes in the fire.
Ignorance sits in the chair.
Love hides in the corner,
Usually, because it dislikes shame.
Regret lays sprawled out on the floor.
Emptiness sleeps by regret.
Intentions get out of wack.
Selfishness taking control.
Admitting only negativity.
Myth: Failure; Not getting back up after falling.
Yeah, it's hard, but you gotta,
Try harder.
Hearing positivity in the far off distance calling your name.