Short Tapering Poems

The majestic scene atop the eastern mountains
Sunrise piercing a slender crimson golden path
Tapering downward into the calm turquoise sound
As I glide through the cool wind of the early morn...

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Tapering to a point
time pierces the veil
Unharvested moments
a gardener’s tale  
Dug from the furrows
a voice has been freed
Whose final word spoken  
—eternity’s seed

(Septa R5: June, 2023)...

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Orange peel bondage 
tapering across a Sunset view 

Luminous swirls hit glass 
and behind a window, we sit blue 

Frisky neighbors forgotten 
in our eyes, another Sunday gone blind 

Should have gone to church 
At the back, with wine, unwind....

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Culinary resonations my senses please
Blowtorch trimming the tapering of cheese 
Cremated lactations dance on the fan’s breeze
Crab forks impaling young peas 
Lightly dusting salt of the seas
Grindings of exotic teas
Marinades my taste buds tease...

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within the walls of the void
that fills itself
bouncing back and forth
dark stark emptiness
hollow desolate

        deep within

a swirl of utter isolation
resonant still
echoes tapering off 
beyond nothingness
muffled muted

        deep within...

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Tapering off in a redundant gesture of defeat
An erroneous life silently suffocating on fumes
Indoctrinated since birth
and reprogrammed by independent perception
Disenchanted as the layers peel back
revealing the perverted roots of a seemingly fruitful surface...

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Mind Stories

Awareness coats
gives rests in
warmth
and gentle
lapping waves
combs pleasurably
strokes soothingly 
brought forth in
a moments fancy
and lower place eye
in memories
tapering lane's
and appearance 
arrival
in instance welcome
mind stories....

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Autumn bequeaths 
chestnut dappled 
ethereal forests 
graciously hued in
jeweled kaleidoscope leaves
migrating north on 
primeval quiet 
river snow
tapering under 
violet winter's
xeroxed yielding zenith.

11/13/21

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Sponsor: Constance La France...

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Trump's Toppings Topple

trump tries to think tank
that today's tomorrow thrives
thankfully to thee

tending the tree tops
trump trumpets thee's theory
thy timbers topple

to the thereafter
thy tapering tears thunder
trump's think tank twaddle's

connie pachecho

8/30/17...

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dangling daggers of frozen spears
crystal cylinders tapering toward fears
the sun will loosen their icy grip
plunging to earth as frozen fingers slip
shattering upon the cold earth below
embedded into the melting snow
wondrous spirals once hanging high
careful below you could lose an eye...

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Shoreward she wafts
  faint smile flutters next her lips
wave-enveloped, lurid flesh revealed
  enigmatic, wind-whipped ballet...

Ghostly arms, tapering to a scepter-finger
  limbs commence, melt into silent surf
cruel lips, melt into silent surf
  whisper, "Love me, Disembody, Love me"...

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Blue bird,
you perch on trees,
by the forest's far rim.
Dressed in silk robes of sapphire hues,
with tapering tail and a bill so sleek,
singing in melodious strains,
your sweet notes ringing loud.
How I love you,
Blue bird.


July. 18. 2022
 
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Near Catavina
surreal
God's movie set
escape to a scape from another world
huge boulders, goofy cacti
comical scrub trees with tapering
barrel trunks
thousands of tiny thorny arms

And little furry creatures
scampering across the roadway
dodging the pizza man
as the sun set
the full moon rose
and the art director
above it all
painted everything
in pinks and purples
and fiery reds...

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Like Ken, ever on his last sail -
a soul slipper asway on gales …
Some loves shall lead these ending days
Tapering the winding display ~

High mountain air before lungs crush
Umpteen stars to drink ‘fore eyes hush
Rivers cold to shiver the numb
Rivers bold will quiver to dumb
Away, away, this last hurray
Hie now to float the scented way ~ 

(8/29/20: '96 Sea Ray Express Cruiser 400; DMS)...

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LADDER TO THE SOUL

Tapering tall trees of pine
Cathedral high to the sky
Soft shades of green soothe the eye
Captures the heart, melts the mind


Slender ladder to the soul
Do not think it’s just a tree
It’s a strong and mighty force
Bares the source to set you free

















                                                                                        8-23-16...

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Susan's neck was like a swan's -
the first you noticed...
white and tapering,
with a white necklace.

Sometimes you found yourself
looking at her neck
instead of eyes or mouth.
It was strangely done!

You soon lost the drift
of what she said,
for her neck had a life of its own,
shifting, not trusting you or anyone.



5/21/2015


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Featured poem of the week 
11/13/22...

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Carrying humor in the eyes,
there goes summer....
of it goes with its bright morning....
with its sweaty noons.....
with the tapering evenings....

Cool evening breeze,
giving pleasure to the eyes....
giving pleasure to the body....
still with humor in its eyes...
the flooding evening....

Raining hard for hours,
washing the day's pain away....
changing the signs....
with darkness in the sky's bosom...
there goes the summer......

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Sightless staring from the window
into the gaping jaws of darkness,
slowly snapping shut
in cataclysmic silence.
Nightfall drops a veil
on daylight’s tapering play;
crushed diamond velvet
closes shark-like in stealth.
Sandman’s stun-gun fires a kiss
at eyelids swept with tears;
winding down this body clock,
shutters drawn on pain.
If dreams are all the life there is,
then let them collapse the sky
to still the mouths and yellowed teeth
of sleeping dogs left to lie....

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the punch of the first note 
the sound of your name 
the sight of the number 
invokes an ocean of emotion

the tickle of a memory 
the hint of a smile tugging lips 
the ache of a heart 
what remains is just reminiscing

the last word 
the last laugh 
the last time 

marks passing bisection of our worlds
the hourglass grains sliding away
the slipping grasp on affection 
the tapering conversation
history repeats itself 

but the consecutive will never be the same...

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the tapering horizon 
is patched with pink and gray
and their threads are sewn 
into the blue and white ceiling of the day

a twisted grandfather tree 
has branches gnarled in every way 
and the symphony of spring grass
places ripples on the meadow as it plays

the three daisies before me
move about with the wind and do ballet
while I only have these words 
of black and white to try and convey
these ever-changing colors that 
are bundled by nature’s blossoming bouquet...

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Like a late afternoon afterthought,
a sudden, heavy downpour drenches
and floods the parched marshland.

Here and there, across what once was 
a mirror lake, wet grasses cast swaying, 
tapering shadows in the dying light.


As the skyline fades into the twilight,
exultations throaty and raucous echo
from new puddles, fresh waterholes.

Shrill jubilations of insects and night birds
fill the air, rejoicing over a sense of rebirth
in the aftermath of a rainy afterglow!


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