Short Styled Poems

Zen garden
peaceful styled
ruined by glass balls...

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Hilda Doolittle self-styled 'H D'
showed an ego centred on 'me'
Also an early feminist
happily with Imagism she did persist...

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scented colors pop

vibrant enthralling new life ~ 

nature styled party










... CayCay
March 29, 2019...

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He became cold,

advantageous amp-

...ready endearment. 

steady slow.

.storage hiatus. 

!styled simple storage study.

!=your inertia....

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I’d rather rhyme and meter my dreams,
But you like your verse jagged,
And ugly-built.
I’ll try it loose and anti-styled,
Formless as pooled tears
In maudlin drops.
Drink them!...

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I’d rather rhyme and meter my dreams,
But you like your verse jagged and plainly-built.
I’ll try it loose and anti-styled, formless as pooled tears
In maudlin drops...drink them!...

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Listen to poem:

A living forest,

Where chirping birds chorale and

Butterflies whispers,

Beyond my styled wood door, and 

Timbered home of nailed panels.


Date: 04/28/2019...

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A living forest,

Where chirping birds chorale and

Butterflies whispers,

Beyond my styled wood door, and 

Timbered home of nailed panels.


2019 September 18...

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When darkness styled me for a while
He deftly like a surgeon broke the spell
Begin we dropping dangled from a chute
From above we land one step from hell

Remember … You jumped and pulled the ripcord to start the journey...

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The legendary Johnny Cash
   Alcoholic, 'white trash'
His initials -- J.C. -- helped him
   Come all the way back

From drunken bouts
   Of Despair and Depression
This self-styled 'Man in Black'
   His Cadillac baritone so refreshin'...

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Sense current passes through
to the Brain's house
mind bulb lights on 
voice seeking out

What is said there
after realization
happy sorrow all are
styled with passion

Sweet sour tastes named
to let us know with words
Mind feels real feeling
with own vibration...

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Experiences re-lived
culled from images I've seen,
books recalled,places I've seen;
Re-fashioned,enhanced and changed
emphasised and re-arranged,
evoked,re-styled in shaded tones,
uniquely embossed my own;
Written out for you to see
this poem trapped,within me..
Now,you dear reader..set free....

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Their loving cup sits on a shelf
     stained by the dust gathered there
   Next to a grainy photo of the chair
     where he first styled her hair

   Tears trickle 'cross the windshield
     their first and last car
   Lips melting on a screeching curve
     intersecting the moon and the stars...

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Listen to poem:

Hawaii, Where The Meek Is Obsolete

When within a unicameral state,
Where there is no reasonable debate,
Whether you vote all yea,
Whether you vote all nay,
Why ask if a communist-styled dictate?

2020 February 16
"Ode To The Corrupt Unions"

Howmanysyllables;
10, 10, 6, 6, 10...

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A poet and songster short lived with
powerful visions brought out
In lyrics styled with music
that tells of wisdom surpassing
his time of life and death 
by drugs and alcohol his escape
short life but bright spirituality
engaged his talent with rage
delivering his mind to end
Jim Morrison and the Doors...

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Between what is and isn’t,
 lies a canvas of what could be

Colors in contrasting unison,
 tomorrow’s brush strokes—paint can free

Shores of promise, woods of joy,
  still-life in eternal relief

Framing as one, styled for all,
  its message forever—yet brief

(Train from Fredericksburg: April, 2017)...

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Styled like a T Bird.
She really purred in third.
By listening to the engine
you did shift.
Ahe was sleek and styling
if you get my drift.
Her body golden cream,
the roof black.
It's the one with the roof
that slants slightly back.
Pop shifting soon became
my speciality.
I just loved my 
1964 Super Sport Chevy....

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Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child,
what a precious smile she’s a pussycat;
Lecherous phrases on iron they were filed,
unbeknownst to them I am their wild child;
Calculated and curt is how I’m styled,
silk hat graffitied with the word ‘Hazmat’.
Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child,
what a precious smile she’s a pussycat....

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Tall trees sway with ease
In a warm gentle breeze
Bright blossoms are dancing
This sight’s so entrancing

The weather is quite mild
Though my hair, newly styled
Blows freely in the air
But I don’t really care

Mother Nature provides
The winds and the tides
When I’m walking outside
My sheer joy I can’t hide

...

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Hunger

Red-gulletted, it can eat up a man
A five year old could defy it at will
And reject a bite that comes once a day
Hunger, its wholesome milk ,and all the food
Hunger  dies  before it could kill or maim
City-fathers, priests, self-styled do-gooders
And  plenitude-promising  pot-bellies
There  is  only extinct  humanity
Amidst  your existent  privileges....

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Time was once a letter sent
A thinly packaged salutation
Revealing reads and rushes
A content discourse situation

Story lines entwined grapevines
Most privately complicit
A baton passed a relay cast
Too confidential to elicit

Artistic flair in swirling script
Stylish prose self styled emphatic
A photographic written pose
Of diatonic scale chromatic...

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destiny,  

                  fated, eventual 

           guiding, fulfilling, shaping 

  fortune, circumstances, plan, invention  

     formulating, conceiving, preparing  

                styled, conceptual  

                      design  




Date created: 12/30/2021...

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Slipping silently, serenely sober, 
Somnambulist seeking some solitude 
Shuffles, self-styled, still sleeping so soundless  
Solitary search--simply solipsist. 
Some sadder simpleton slipped severely, 
Searching so silently, supposedly, 
Slipped solemnly, sidestepped suddenly!

FIRST PLACE WINNER
March 23, 2021
Entered "Seeking Solitude Alliteration" Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul...

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What is your perfection?
Is any of it actually real?
Perhaps I don't have styled hair,
and my makeup isn't very heavy.
I know the scars aren't nice,
and my clothes are very unique.
So I am not perfect.
Does this make me less than you?
Are you, the perfect statue, better?
So cold and so utterly heartless,
yet is is you that men pursue.
How can I ever compare to you,
a perfectly planned out sculpture?...

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Happy birthday, dad. I'm proud of you.
Because you taught and followed through
I hurt inside. A bitter youth,
fighting fear and seeking truth.
You let me be a self-styled man.
Although you guided,I often ran.
Ran,not to your arms but far away,
not to return till end of day.
That day's no more.
I want to be a closer member of family.
The distance may not shrink in miles
But, closeness comes from love and smiles....

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