Short Trances Poems
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Throbbing trances hankering
for raindrops of devotion,
I stood frigid in cold logic,
Melted with warmth of his
leather jacket on my shoulders.
now is your chance
do it with dance
come out your trances
stop being blind
get on the vote line
help us gain
stop this racist pain
YOU CAN MAKE
CHANGE
those
city
lights flashing,
neon trances,
coloring the night
people bowing down in vain,
to the drugs that won't keep them sane
they become zombies on the stroll,
in the neon haze, searching for their soul
4-11-2022
On frost chilled night twinkling stars wink through misty shrouds
as miniature monsters in drunken sugar trances carouse the twilight.
Good pious folk stay hidden with candy alms against the fright,
while the swollen Halloween moon whimsically grins down at such a sight.
10/08/15
Fascination
Alluring
Fascination
Extends
Her glittering
Charismatic charm
In perfumed
Trances ~
Enchanting
Fragile
Images
Catches dreams ~
Spiraling
Whirlpools peek behind
The glamour painted face,
Sees,
Maybe – obsession.
5-28-20
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Contest:Pick-A-Title Vol 18 Yalto 2
More precious than crystalline trances
are singular experiences flicking
on my mind, a spill of alabaster, chrome
and pumice-like moments with you flow back-
In rampage and elation I wander lonely
through our stardust of intricacies blown off.
Stardust Contest/ Sponsor-Nette Onclaud
14 June 2020
Wax and polish shinning;
Offering up a hand
On beggars banquet dinning;
They danced through magic land
And on the isle of magic trances;
With songs heard in the breeze
You can spot the ghostly glances;
Of-wishers on their knees
Failed hearts and pinning;
Those self-inflected brands;
There’s seldom silver lining’s
In the glass that spills the sand
For hands to ink
Hearts don't really need to think
Minds just need to relate
Well with emotional hits
Without which head would barely have hints
Until then, pens may not actuate
The awesome lines so thin
Though, weigh links existing- a natural kin
So, what surrounds you is your kit
Free trances sold out; inks some words knit
Encapsulated in a tin
Like a host feeding nit
your agile hands
when they caress me,
lead me to delirious ecstasy...
I pray that they never stop
to massage my body and soul...
May it and you never stop
to write this eternal love poem
that we poetize in the two
in energizing trances of love...
May your touch and you be
for ever my source of
of indescribable nirvana,
so we will live this beautiful story
of transcendental love!
Nightfall Daybreak Lune
Nightfall
Chimeras creep ‘cross
Falling dusk
In stumbling trances
Daybreak
Ragged eventide shrouds
Burst open in golden light
Night angst flees
“Joy comes in the morning.” Ps. 30:5
Lune
Nightfall -Haiku One 5-3-5 Syllables
Daybreak -Haiku Two 3-5-3 Words
Syllables checked in howmanysyllables
10-18-21
Contest: Lune
Sponsor: William Kekaula
after a war
There was a war here
And many soldiers died
for little purpose
Abandoned battlefield
They look the same
empty trances, the enemy
has taken the dead
with them
A few items of clothing here and there
We know people suffered
for weeks and months
Leafless trees shot a thousand times
The air is overcast
colors left long ago
If one asks what it was about
people struggle to remember
lost
in trances
and gossamer threads
of reality
clinging
to tranquility
in the silence
_____________________________
September 30, 2020
Poetry/Septolet/in the silence
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1290-549-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Choice 19
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Hypnotic trances veiled with incomprehensible metaphors,
epiphanies flooding like colossal waves swallowing the shores,
drowning in visions of pestilence with bodies devoured by soars,
decaying remains of humanity covering the floors,
The DreamCatcher reflecting images of apocalyptic wars,
projecting the inevitability that everybody just ignores,
let me show you what it's truly like to open up spiritual doors.
Time for recompense has come and gone,
lightly kissing your pale cheek.
Fingers twist in agony like strength,
pacing back and forth.
A shadow crosses the doorway atop the steps;
images are lost upon a weary soul.
Silhouettes lead to dream-like trances
where your thought-stream reaches out to me.
Unwind those fingers, twist them with mine.
Hold me accountable for all the ways you love me,
and I will bind you to me as well.
Traffic craze
Another day of robotic days
Cars passing like
Racing machines in a hurry
to make up time
One stop-light moment
I capture mere gazes of
eyes looking straight into
narrow busy streets
In deep thinking trances, perhaps
of love
of bills
of the stupid boss
of someone they lost...
a solitude moment here at the red light
of regrets, of deep reflection...
And here we'll meet again
A common place where we can breathe
And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where the grey eyes glances
and where the footstep gleams In the ethereal dances
But what eternal streams
Edgar Allen Poe
To One in Paradise
Re-write
As I danced in a sleep like trance
A dreamly night
I had in my sight
Where all the glances was upon me
My footsteps floated around the floor like a cloud
I looked around and I was proud
Not only with external beams but inward dreams
Jazz
birds of heaven in dance
soul and jazz
dance of soul
In Jazz
notes of deep in tones
burned
In old with youth
A blue
In cry
Is jazz
out-
caged man
the roots of man
Is jazz
the woman's desire
She holds in heart
Is jazz
The vision
dreamer trances
is a jazz
When Roses are born
In buds
Of hope
A jazz
The mystery
In eyes
Of lover is jazz
In euphoria of life
where music
Is twisted in life
Improvisation in jazz
Is a life
Form:
Fear is an appealing danger
With all logic to withhold your full capability
It lives in heart's manger
The heart attached itself to duality
Where one see its own detriment
And his grace cum chances
But live in fun-filled trances
Than going for a hard moment
Moments define our shortcomings
Responsibility is key to get stronger
Fear derails our bearings comings
Yet everyone isn't getting younger
#Itsfearfulsometimes
But be ye bold!
I dance on illusion,
getting caught up in the spin,
the sad waltz, the happy waltz,
the dance with foes,
that "I" have made.
Money makes me happy,
or money makes me sin,
it’s a tune that never ends,
following the painted footsteps on the floor,
when I was young.
Now I must spin faster,
keeping very still and quiet as I go.
No more footsteps,
no more dance halls,
no more enharmonic trances played for me,
steady now in deep devotion,
resting in the One Reality.