Short Stringless Poems

Haiku 2/2/2018

attuned to itself
reveling in dustdreams
a stringless violin


John G. Lawless
©2/2/2018...

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Today you warmed my soul
Orange ball of flame
Floating stringless in
The sky of blue and white
Unlike nothing else
You are my sentinel 
Of utter bountiful 
Heat and glory
I praise you for this 
Unselfish gift
You reflect to 
Nature and i...

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More than anyone else 
you complete me
patched the breach in the circle
showed me the mental math
of the angles of life
know what I'm thinking
before I'm ready to think
When the heart jumps
I know you're close by
my up and down friend
when you're gone, 
I'm a stringless harp 
fingered by a lonely vagabond. 

Dear self...please come back to me....

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At morning’s wake
The sun expands
Life luster to 
All the lands
Trees and plants
Creatures as well
Absorb the warmth 
From where rays fell
Crimson beauty
Up in the sky
Far be it to judge
Or ask us why
At days end
The colors fade
Orange and crimson 
To blue and jade
A silent beauty 
Stringless and round 
Without the sun
No life would
Be found
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POETS

Seems we be a restless,
often rootless, band
we poets.
Annuals
bursting forth
in fullness
only to fade,
blown away
on fickle winds.
Stringless kites
anchored
in the ethereal.
Voices adrift
on the mind’s
muse.
Tumbleweeds
in torment
pursued
by the winds
of our future.


©2/18/2018

submitted to – CONTEST NO 400
sponsor – Brian Strand...

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Spring has sprung 
Songbirds echoing calls
Welcoming the new season 
Warmth and growing buds
Snow melted briskly 
And though brown
Soon green will flood
A carpet of ambience 
Fresh and clean 
Leaves small and almost
Nonexistent reach 
For the new dawning sun
A yellow jacket 
Buzzing by flying 
Stringless in the sky 
Time to breath 
The fresh and 
Warm filled air...

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Sleepless I listen,
a muted winter magnifies
the slightest sound.

Snow falling,
snow walking over snow,
snow speaking -
wordless
as it plays a stringless harp.

Whispers of peace and death,
still night,
an ice sculptured air.

When dawn slips into
its many coated reality,

this silent symphony;
the unread simplicity
of falling snow

will have to bury its tongue.


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where the seagull dies
stringless origami cries
loneliness of soul

koi fish suffocate
colors fade in Bonsai trees
island in distress

words not understood
shadows grin tricks on rice walls
tsunamis in eyes

geisha of the world
love is lost in illusions
freedom is her dream

men with cold fingers
whither blossom of her spring
harakiri end

in the seagull's grave
origami secrets kept
chicks learn how to fly
 
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within my mind like stringless mimes
reside the voices of discontent
discussing in their troubled tones
the conundrum of implied intent

“I’ll say this”, and “he’ll say that”
“she’ll do thus”, and “I’ll do so”
no invites to cerebral tea
 for conversations of “me with me”

for all the puppets in my head
dance to tunes I choose to play
none have the voice to boldly say
“move on, you dwell in yesterday”


©6/18/2018


for Ventriloquist Poetry Contest/Anthony Slausen...

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