Short Stringed Poems

Hitchhiking Angel,
twelve stringed harp,
wandering spirit
—Elk City wind

(Tucumcari New Mexico: January, 2019)...

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Bird's don't see bars, cages,
the stringed net,
the closed window.
Birds see the only the sky.
Be that blind....

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la mariée

satan plays upon a bull fiddle ~ stringed music or wooing riddle

as virgin bride inveigles middle ~ seducing all midst the twiddle...

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I've written Sonnets in C Major key ~ funeral music to me

No notes on bars in flats or sharps ~ fingered morbidly sour on stringed harps
...

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hanging from each tip
are the pearly lil dew drops
a treat to our souls

a kiss of winter
the morning dew drops shining
are like the stringed pearls...

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Casting sails with the wind
One playful afternoon
A hanging patch of cloth and rag
Shaped from box thru round,
Stringed down to the pilot
There upon the ground....

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Bigger and bigger the balloon he blew 
As he sat in comfort on the bamboo
          He laughed he singed 
          The guitar I stringed 
Then from the deep forest he withdrew...

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HER LOVELY Necklace - A Didactic Cinquain

Necklace
Emerald, stringed
Clasping, Collaring, existing
Ever so emerald
Choker


2/11/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023...

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 Maples have long life spans
 Most are deciduous
 Makes great stringed instruments
 Many have bright fall hues
 Marked by crimson and gold
 Much loved by bird species
 Marvelous bell shaped blooms...

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Poet is the eyes of crying world
Poet and the words
Of aching heart
yard Melancholy  tackled in tact
Poet is the voice
Of laud in glory of crowd
Poet is a lyre in love
When the heart is stringed hard...

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A distinguish old gent picked up tricks.
      On Halloween, he went for a treat.
Laughing outlandishly
      He staggered up the street.
Hips swaying g-stringed a drag queen!
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Penned on May 05, 2014....

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Hands, aged with sun
Rings grown too tight
Feet, wrinkled by walk
Eyes drooped with tire
Hair stringed with dye
Teeth yellowed with coffee

Each wrinkle
Each taint
Each sun-spot
Each grey hair
Filled with experience
And meaning...

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Daring desire blooms in desert cactus 
Sun-gilded mirage allures
Elusive betrayal oasis recedes
Dream dunes collapse.

The actor Bedouin strides on stage 
Stringed free will deludes
Puppet’s poignant passion
Dances to the destiny designed rhythm....

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Words flavour cite:
Why do we write?


Choice in brief poise:
Why do we voice?


Thoughts stringed in rhymes:
Why do we chime?


Feelings come out:
Why do we shout?


Senses break free:
What do we see?




Leon Enriquez
02 April 2016
Singapore...

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Colored sails dot the horizon
   fire-orange flecks dip and rise in
Turquoise palettes, sherbet skies...

Demigods lounge g-stringed
   in ocean-front's warm sands 
Bulging their muscles
   Glistening their sweat

~ Tan, the sole tint
      they're aware of as yet...

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Spine is a thirty three stringed harp
upon which God plays when it’s dark,
imbibed by our toroidal heart,
whence bliss ignition does so start,
piercing every body vector,
causing flow of soma nectar,
savoured by presence in delight ~ 
such dear friends, is soul’s wingless flight....

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Truly it is not a human being
a creature on earth it is not
yet it claims to belong here
urging me to enlist it as citizen
but a bleeding ghost  it is 

Humanity stringed in my brain
deserving rights and privileges
under the armpit of my wrath
makes me a weird and naïve to
grant rights to a bleeding ghost...

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Pulled a pail of words
From the well of my heart
Painstakingly stringed
The words in order
Create a web of thoughts
With these strings
Entangled in this web
Are my thoughts and emotions
All my imaginations
All the life’s lessons
Juggling words all day
Juggling thoughts all day
That’s how I, a wordsmith
spend each day…...

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M-ist and haze Sunday 
A-re both nowhere in view; 
D-ay twenty-ninth January 
E-rases the gray and blue. 
L-ong cold rainy night 
I-s turning into warm dawn; 
N-ew morn has broken, 
E-vening chill is gone. 

C-hords and stringed instrument 
A-re both played anew; 
D-ream of a sweet song, 
A-s the guitar is held by 
Y-ou....

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Words of connections stringed along 
strands
Reaching out in a drift in a sea of thoughts
Caught they are
Held together by a romantic~ 
True in thought
Directing entanglements with words that are lost
To fulfill love’s messages from the heart
With swift soft winds 
Cast up into the heavens to twinkle down to the ones we love...

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Neath a moonbeam
  reflected pond
    dream after dream
      we vagabond

Through night’s follies
  they ride the waves
    stringed waterlilies
      a path it paves

Underwater
  mermaid’s whisper
    candied kiss spur
      luna’s daughter



AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021 

Posted on September 3, 2019...

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An Eighth of a Lemon


For Martha in the early years
life was recess, nothing more.
She knelt on asphalt,
quartered oranges for kittens
who never lost stringed mittens,
whose London Bridges
never fell down.
For Martha now,
life’s Parkview Manor
where a woman in white,
three times a day, bleeds
an eighth of a lemon into her tea.


Donal Mahoney...

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In nature's design, six is the key to all life alive.
Hexagons in petals, snowflakes, and beehives thrive,
In music, blues and roots groups play the six-stringed guitar.
With songs made with a hexatonic blue note, added to each bar.
Six key chemical elements there when life first sprang
Were the notorious Carbon, Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Sulfur, Phosphorus gang....

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A lone violin 
cried through time
this sadness wept
by strings divine

Sorrowed in madness
stringed to maid fair 
his pain of love
lost to deep cares

Vision of beauty
her hair alight
shining a beacon
splendid to sight

Lost in his love
failure to see
pining for him
most passionately

Angels guardian
observe from above
tears drop to hope
grace rains of love...

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I remember how the rose moon drizzled gold,
when stars within your eyes danced, flickering pearls,
curating a carnival of dreams untold~
while heavy skies unveiled tuscan truth, that twirls.
But am I to swim through syllables of grief,
for innocence was snatched by a soulless thief,
stealing soft colors of sunsets with thick sins,
as violin stringed heart sings on sharpened pins. ...

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