Short Terminus Poems
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It's called the New South
Away from antebellum
Peaches and Peachtree
Terminus to Atlanta
Southern hospitality
Transit or destination
I take anything ahead of me
Delays don’t rile me
No terminus will be final
Over my shoulder are memories
Ahead of me are more dreams
Less sorrys
More stories
For good I leave the keys
One way ticket please
Life is a journey to another place.
We know from whence we start
But not the destination.
It lies somewhere,
That terminus,
Within the scope of time and space,
Yet still may be,
For some of us,
Beyond the reach of our imagination.
The more you traverse, the less it seems.
Though, at times the terminus looks nearer,
Never-ending it is…
It’s Life!
A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 23-02-2022
When doves cry
There are so many tissues
It's a blinding whiteness
Whipping about
With white wet feathers
Falling asunder
And laid to rest
On the night grass below
Since doves only sob
Under the stars
To mourn proper
The terminus
Of another day.
tempting tender teachers
toward the terminus
timing their tested tricks
terrifying tougher
termagants tormenting
together team-talking
tantalizing tandem
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written April 26, 2021
for "Pleiades "T" Contest"
sponsored by Kim Merryman
Some will find out who they are
then write of what they’ve found
And some will write to unmask
who they are as they expound
One spawns introspection
and a self-deliberate tone
The other births a magic ride
—whose terminus unknown
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Oh God grant me Your grace!
My Lord direct my feet
Pain and sorrow kills my pace
I am lost like in a pit
On the track of this life's race
With glory almost in sight
Near the terminus of the chase
No single strenght to fight
I am in need of Your grace
Oh God show me Your might!
dreams across sunMIND dunes
and we disguise so no
one knows
i, too, saw the sun (and
s creamed oh we gently (suc(cum)b)
So tongues are gone and
forest men walking sleeping
(and we, within our dreams
pray to keep) like there's
no one more!
:: 08-13-2016 ::
Rat a tat tat - train on slow track
Each day takes me - to work and back
My mind it tune - clickety clack
Its hypnotic - repeating sound
Resonating - within my mind
Rat a tat tat - it goes around
But it must go - hear squeal below
Tis terminus - no further go
Sadly now end - that rhythmic flow
Yields of green fields basked in HIS glory are being challenged
Twilight reveals long dreary paths, destination ambiguous
Only the righteous reap great bounty at the terminus.
©Nadiya (29 Jan '15)
*Won Honorable Mention in the contest 'Glorious Sijo Field's by Andrea Dietrich on 07 Feb 2015
Underappreciated overshadowed by leaf and tree the sad twig
Dew dots the folicles of the earth,
raised in static praise of what came and left,
what dreams did come.
Blades drank down to dirt and marrow,
parched and harrowed, juandiced in the light of Ra.
But he has gone the way of Tiamat.
Now may stray tears enter the cyclical fray;
the dividing line, terminus heralding the coming of the day.
A vintage season, come to stay and greave for the end of an age.
Day End
5/25/14
The crow caws and takes flight with the diminishing gray half light
Shadows elongate over a field of yellow green spring grass
This high day full of living nears its sweetened terminus
Through the upstairs open window of our bedroom
We retreat to a welcoming lair of dreams
As we hold each other in loving caress
Warm skin to cool skin rises
And black night descends
Deep sleep can wait
As love smiles
We drift
Again.
Impulsive to a thunderclap jumped to end of life,
Countermanded, God sent him to my rescue,
Groping to survive with cinder in my zest,
Encumbered grief to enrapture, His genial ways to
embrocate,
Trenchant, I could ideate various hues of His
cosmos,
My voyage had not reached terminus as I lionise,
Eternal he vacilitates,conceive you may or may
not,
Have felt Him aboard each time in trouble,
How true that God bursts everywhere!!
Like a large, black,
stag beetle, you give a sermon
on living. You don’t believe
in death.
Ready to jump from the
cliff, how did you reach there ?
Slipping through the
cracks of a marathon !
Amid fear and anxiety
hitting the raw line of finish
with tranced frenzy.
After glass and long kisses,
did you eat the prickly pears ?
On the way to salvation, you
were giving very?
uncharitable commentary
at the terminus.
Satish Verma
Long Walk
dark silhouettes of maple trees
etched against the evening sky
a whiteish haze in the distance
dulls the sharp outlines
of the Smoky Mountains
my time on the
Appalachian Trail has been
long and arduous
my soul aches
for home
my body wants a soft bed
but I have miles to go
to reach the southern terminus
at Springer Mountain, Georgia
I put one foot
in front of the other
as I trudge on
just another through
hiker finishing
a long walk
You must work for it to get it
You must pry if you must see
Those deep aspects of reality
Where it happens before we see
The physical is the grossest of realms
The others are subtle but more real
If it happens before we get to see it
Here is the terminus of a long process
In the quietness of the mind they all exist
The multiple worlds a being dwells at same time
Patience is a useful tool in this great adventure
To within, where higher realms are revealed