Short Suzette Prime Poems
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although
our love died
my hopes will linger
stubborn and destined to fail
until the sands of time blast her from my mind
beauties
unruffled
on a steamy day
float in boats rowed by their beaus
white silken hands folding their fans at sunset
success
will not rest
at wind up but start
pulled back in the bow awhile
seraphs linger in ride’s resist then fly high
I am
what I am
a woman of love
created by God himself
no amount of slander can change my nature
when paired
pilot whales
choose one mate for life
a monogamous linkage
survivors will beach themselves when their mate dies
farewell
stepping down
less one this ticket
empathy for our country
the torch is passed, age has revealed its sly self
there are
merciless
words that shatter joy
falling with tears of farewell
as sorrow’s wayward ghosts come fleetingly home
I drink
myself dumb
grief is a cold rock
ice melts in a glass like stones
neither my life nor your absinthe have been neat
city
finds busy
wheels rotate on roads.
deals stir like ripples in minds.
since centuries, life rolls on with progression.
July's
melting nights
stars dripping silver
puddles of clandestine heat
seeping into the scant cracks of summer shade
------
stencils
of dawn's grass
trace a hallowed climb--
as morn in display unfurls
I gaze at sprouts ascending in godly light
dew crafts
crown on grass
gold flakes fall with leaves
fire furrow paves garden path
gilded trees adorn autumn’s spectral splendor
listen
in silence
gentling hues, soft hope
singing from the stars, the night
gushing, glowing, song’s subtle showing, God’s light
sculptured
soulful words
are our endless streams
quenching mountains and plains’ thirst
as golden pens glut the barren lands with songs
all whites
democrats
Irish or Scottish
Not ALL, philosophers think.
All Japanese, all Chinese, all Indians…
Generalizing any group is ridiculous!
women
meet for lunch
laughing and talking
giddy to see each other
and believe it or not they do this monthly
will this continue when one of them dies?
dove's coo
sun rises
whip-poor-wills at night
during spring, summer, and fall
if only all life was that dependable
STILL IN OUR PRIME
first love
broke my heart
others did the same
number seven was the one
eleven years on we are still in our prime
childhood,
adulthood,
struggle to survive
success - failure seem fruitless
to face predetermined death leaving no trace.
sage thoughts
deep within
stirring up dendrites
many personalities
so why does my mind keep facets from myself?
how can there be parts of me I do not recognize?
morning
glories wrap
beautiful flowers
climbs, squeezes, chokes their stalk, limbs
so like some humans who climb, squeeze, choke until
sharp knives
harsh events
so broken and bent
no escape available
till the light of love blooms to lighten your gloom
and only then does bitterness become bearable
If I could see me
I wonder what me I’d be
But for me it is a mystery indeed
In some ways there is no me
Just what the others do see
It’s not what I think that is reality
"Not For Contest, Just For Fun"
I hear
nine is not
no, never, ever
prime cause nine's sweet root is three
but true prime numbers are perfectly divine
today
we don't think
therefore we are not
descartes is dead and gone
machines and computers work and think for us
our minds are shrinking, withering and decaying from lack of exercise