Short Sundered Poems

~To Ponder~

Thy is sweet
so sweet my thoughts
are sundered
by The sky so bright
& I wonder
To my Delight
Life to Ponder...

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Delicate heart of mine I served silver plattered,
As I watched it get sundered and shattered,
I thought it swayed your palate gladder,
But you said it could flavor a little better....

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My brain
                          Should drain
                          The pain
   

                    My sundered heart 



                            Disclaim    
                            But in vain     
                             Sustain...

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Small iambic form named
Sonnet- is quite succinct
Scripted in fourteen lines
Sundered into three parts:
Stage- outlined in Octave
Sestet- four-line feedback
Summation- last two lines.


January 22, 2022

Contest: Your Choice 2022
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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I
Wet sky, I
Must greet morning
Rewards my eye
Flying beings swarming


II
Birds, bats, locusts?
Suddenly swarms sundered -
Sundered by Comorants
Usual places wet
None for drying
Winged variety morning
Commuting to feed
As employees do
Routines go on
Beautiful -- wet, too...

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This black night, cast asleep
i've walked into midnights dream
Animal calls and talking trees
the sidewalk smiles with crooked teeth
A tired moon yawns while giants lay
A star littered sky is set ablaze
The soft wind wanders
like the astronomer
as it keeps me company
in a bright world sundered...

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I promise you,
you are not alone
in your feelings—

the hollow ache
where they should be,
I feel it too—severed—
sundered from the mold, 
a lotus flower wilting 
in the dark. 

Let grace root itself
in the negligible cracks—
let your light spill into the 
fractures—

creating something 
new and worthy. 
...

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Oh, we of tattered plumage through no fault but our own.

Fallen into hades as though sundered by a stone. 

The leaders that we followed behaved of lowest rank.

While the path we hoped for upward to the depths now we have sank. 

Tis not the grasp of ankles pulling with the weight of boulders.

Nay my friends tis feckless leaders standing on our shoulders...

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Fields black and sundered so,
Mists of tears, forgot in woe,
Showers of rain, standing still,
Skin as white as snow,

Passers by wander not a sight,
Pay no heed to such a blight,
Showers of rain, lost in ill,
Wandering each... stone cold night,

Forgot, abandoned, this lowly one,
Hope is lost, all yet none,
Showers of rain, brights forsaken,
Misbegotten hope, now that all is done....

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Break,break,break on the cold,gray septa
(the veil is ripped and so am I)
\Fern sundered amongst the 
Daffodils,dandelions and diadems tarnished 
With the oxidation of time and tide
That waits for no man.
\Well here I am
The littlest seraph of Sodom
(what did they do in Gomorrah?)
Blow horns and sack butts
Tan-ta-ra
The epitome of epiphanies awaits
And Gabriel - you go play in the other room....

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Braving storms, push and pull piercing my 
Parched soul, while glazed in flaxen mists
Framing lingering dew drops 
Consoling my warped core, 
As I drift amidst 
Sweeping mistrals 
Calling me 
To the 
Blue 
Glow 
Of our
Ocean home,
Swaying to tides
Eclipsed by sundered
Coral sighs glistening 
Upon glossed ripples bleeding  
Devout love encompassing my 
Frigid heart, seeking the warmth of you....

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Soul
Breaking 
Lies whispered,
Seeking escape,
Soaked in caged deceit;
Mimes mocking withering 
Posies, left parched and sundered—
Suspended beneath obscured dusks,
Dripping amidst blinding aftermaths,
Idly shadowed by lewd scars of talons 
Amidst alcoves of echoing nocturnes 
Unshackled by your sweet afterglow, 
Healing me with the elixir 
Of our dawning horizons, 
Strumming eurythmic tunes, 
Suppressing starless 
demons, betwixt
Soul-stirring 
Destined 
Love....

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Yet for a while, there side by side.
Her stature, stooped; he's standing tall.
Since time began, he and his bride
Upheld the realm, preserved it all.
His soul, his queen
Apart, ne'er seen.

Her end is near, eyes open wide.
He whispers dear; she hears the call.
They've shared the small; naught to confide.
Alone, bereft, awash in pall.
Scarlet, oaken
Sundered, broken

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For the Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Written 06/01/2022
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