Short Suspending Poems
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Sweet-smelling Georgia pines,
A whispering wind a-blowin', suspending time.
Chickadees and sparrows frolicking atop,
This cold Coke I think I'll pop.
Let the night enfold our sacred bond
where shadows softly play for us,
suspending time in moments
of our blissful wishes
and the midnight dreams~
why must daylight
then arrive
and love
end?
Insults By Trump
Trump's insults seem to be unending
And on mind of a child are depending
Don't invite people and be a deterrent
Knowledge of issues is never current
His campaign should be suspending.
Jim Horn
Eye of newt, wing of bat,
A dab or a dollop of dragon fat,
Stirred in a pot o'er a witch's flame,
A potion for love, or riches, or fame,
Or delousing a kid, a dog, or a cat,
Or dispatching a spouse, or suspending a spat.
Night.......
scarlett lips blurring,
my phantom fades.
lucid eyelids
fluttering,
suffusing,
suspending,
breaking blueness
unfolds your shape,
drawing your soft image
upon
my
loving
mind.
RADIO AND TV ANNOUNCEMENT:
Today,You should forgive your enemies;
And we would like you to discover the
common theme of forgiveness.Due to
brotherly love we're suspending all
forms of enmity except forgiveness!
chipepo lwele
Endeavours often hovers in my thoughts
Only for detours to persistently intrude
My mind, suspending my unexpressed
Frame of mind on a itinerary’s facade.
At a crossroads which way to reverse it’s
Directions, to turn and make a u-turn
On this avenue of distractions.
All Broken, Cracked, Dead,
Everything Frail. Gory Hell I
Just Keep Landlocked Making
No Optimism. Preachers Quote
Relentlessly Suspending Time
Underground. Villains With
Xenophobe Yearning Zen.
Xenophobe- one who fears,
mistrusts, and dislikes
foreigners or what is strange or
foreign.
Hello
Goodbye
IRS you say
Goodbye
We are suspending your Social Security
Goodbye
I WON PUBLISHERS CLEARING HOUSE
I know this is a lie, Goodbye
Your calling me on a recorded line then record this
GOODBYE
This is Linda from your doctor’s office reminding you.............
Goodbye, Crap this one was real
A faux pas meant to be funny
a complicated compliment
undressing the address
Words intermingle
suspending the single
Ghosts masked in the past
hypocrisy lasts
living a lie
tears in the sky
Explaining the unexplainable
a throne unattainable
reprecussions released
a mindset at ease
Lay down your pen
surrender's at hand
Immortality upon coming of the phoenix reign,
Presence foretold, taking up the battle to send,
Turmoil and insurrection driving insane,
Mortals into a redirected sense to defend,
Liberty and justice suspending the vain,
Vigor of the peaceful people to lend,
Apocalyptic rumors driving the disdain,
Inside all the victims, that faith will tend.
SCAVENGERS
The night sun buries his face to earth,
Slowly suspending his daily harvest -
Piles of colour and heaps of brightness
In oast house and warm barn.
Rays of darkness
Speed across the twilight
Sky, steal into small corners of the loft,
Scavengers ransacking the day.
Greens devoured by omnivores;
Nothing left but black.
Swirling, treacherous turmoil
Expands and contracts below.
Metal clanks and cars screech.
Bare hillsides stretch the landscape.
Red strands twist and turn,
Weaving and stretching,
Border to border,
Suspending life
Heels balance,
Hard on concrete
Toes hang,
Reckless in the wind
3…
2…
1…
Golden-Red
Turquoise-Green
Black
A student battling with Asthma
And vaporous Miasma
Wouldn't he pack up Charisma?
Soon, confront the sure dilemma
Of suspending his Diploma
Or sniffing Hard Work's aroma...
Espy I do Anathema,
Its picture clearest cinema:
A man from a great deal barred
And a future that might be marred...
Worse than malfunctional plasma
Bad Asthma plus Bad Miasma!
I sense an approaching doom
A wallowing in loser’s gloom…..
In my dream, a filthy broom,
Offering to serve a filthy tomb
And now facing The Newest Womb
To suffer The Newest Bridegroom
And out of my horrified room
I zoom!
Eighteen hours now and the picture still loom
While simply wounds I lick and fume;
A sweet carnival suspending and an arranged plume.
Sinking into the soil of his egocentric ocean
Snarled and sniveled the cephalopod mollusk
Since to be worthy of his charming prey
Sensation beaming from his passion blasting
Suspending her from being aware of drowning
Stunning to sight her lapse into squandering
Sloshing in intense sadness and deceitfulness
Written: April: 03, 2022
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
you hang there judging wide and tall.
From a nail and wire thus restrain,
suspending my gross appearance to reveal my shame.
But beyond the folds, crows feet, and moles
there is a place you cannot behold.
From beneath the blood and beyond the bone
are concealed adventures and propositions unknown.
by,
Martin Braun
6/25/2020
The dark evening has a coolness
and a long stretch
past the silence, past the love, past the painful places
of a heart abandoned and tearful.
The darker evening has energy draining
and no one can help
trapped in secret voids
a mind of aching sadness.
The darkest evening
an empty place an empty space
a silence suspending the soul
so quiet, so still, so perfectly sad an ending
I’m certain that Alarm,
Does man a dose of harm,
Fruitful labor suspending in his supportive farm,
His hoes and shovels now a defensive arm.
Fear –multiplying Alarm,
Challenges us to remain calm,
But after Death rubbish is every balm,
In crisis, one’s fate pirouetting on one’s palm,
With the frightening that weighs not a little gram,
Goose pimples – causing Alarm,
Stays after reading David’s psalm.
Wings
Summer has come early this year
a Pieridae the shade of candle wax
suspending its journey, rests
against her open bathroom window.
Draughts from the west wind
replaces air from Northern chills,
a comfort in the heated water.
Squeezing her eyes half closed
body is veiled in a haze of steam;
sealed as though there’s no escape,
‘til curtains flutter as butterfly wings.
like her thoughts, ready for flight.
From the looks,
The stares,
And the uncomfortable glares;
A target for the diamond eyed flares.
The struggle,
The fight,
The red in the sleepless nights.
Reaching; so far away,
Falling into the next cold turn of the page.
Holding of small hands;
Tears drip, both wailing.
Hanging; suspending this far up,
But never had this fear of dangling.
The fear,
That fear,
This fear,
So much to lose;
A million and one eyes looking up at you.
So are wonderful her looks are conspicuous
And the flowers grow from the Earth beautiful
And the trees wave to heaven the leaves smile
So on the clouds floating mid-flight suspending light
Shy on the virgin winds the caress the terrain
Beautiful The view that God has painted vibrant
I conclude in this environmental visions birth
A beautiful picture painted created with God's hands and His heart
1/14/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
She sits
She and some
Enlightened in stillness
They face serenity's soft light
In cotton comfort of white
I've laid me down
Some sit
Solitary surrender
Graces each mellow moment
With tempered voice
Her words sinks in
Suspending super ego
Soul searching seeps in
Freedom floats like birds
Undisturbed, they fly and pass by
The sound of heart beat
Invokes retreat
Himalayan Singing Bowls sound
Preceded by gong
Taunya Laya's Studious and outdoor treat is profound.
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