Short Trespassed Poems
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How hard it is to forgive.
How hard to forgive
those who have trespassed
against us.
Harder yet
to forgive those
we ourselves
have trespassed against.
guilty as trespassed
so called loss of innocence
he did not get that
18.02.11
Kai Michael Neumann's
Loss of an Innocent Mind - Poetry Contest
I was nearer to Heaven then
As I trespassed cloud and sky--
And I will travel there again,
When next I chance to fly.
How grand the heady heights achieved,
To Heaven, near or far--
Of greatness I no more deceived,
For how very small we are!
I lie in the carpet of sand
Trespassed by many a man
Skin hazed film of white
Sun bleached daily natures' rite
I wish for the seas cleansing pass
A ritual of natures' purifying glass
And I feel the draw of the sea
What a wondrous feel to be free
One full moon night the moon hided in the clouds.
Its shine trespassed the cloudy sky.
Rising over the clouds, the majestic moon.
A dark cloud gave a mysterious touch to the night.
Causing a thrilling effect to whom saw it.
Hiding in the dawn of the morning.
knowingly i see
the absurd as if
it were the word
though i read
i need to know
how far we've
gone and think
how much i've
trespassed on
your land like i'm
landing on the
moon as if
the first time
but trying to
put my shoes
into the prints
left before
there was
me
Form:
Like a wounded dog,
who never forgets
This memory will
not fade
My warning stated,
“The Ice Is Thin”
Where my sun turns
into shade
If I told you once,
I told you twice
“There’s a line,
you’re not to cross”
But your love trespassed,
with payment deep
Where my bite breaks through
the frost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Like a wounded dog,
I can never forget
As the memories grow,
not fade
My warning stated,
“The Ice Is Thin”
Where my sun turns
into shade
If I told you once,
I told you twice
“There’s a line,
you’re not to cross”
But your love trespassed,
with payment deep
As my bite breaks through
the frost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Think of elsewhere
where the day
has grown old
perhaps with a remembrance
of what has trespassed
concerning what now goes
throughout these hours here.
Now what does it fit
to cry by uprooting trees
or cry by wrong paintings
or cry by a wrong directives
or even cry by whims
and caprices of abyssimal
or in fact even wrongly cry
oh! later you may
swallow it a going.
Borrowed the neighbors chainsaw
Oiled it, sharpened the blades
Never used one before
Except that time I tried to fillet a fish
Had to trim my tree
Each branch trespassed next door
Already ate their criticisms for lunch
Dang! How do you start this thing?
Better read the instructions again
Life erupts from inanimate arbor barber
Usually, this job would be a breeze
Except, I sliced through the limb and...
Severed my left shinbone
Then I thought:
Its eyes pierced me
Reading through my thoughts;
I tried hard, but
Its intentions I could not see.
I felt bare
My emotions left at its mercy;
I felt vulnerable; trespassed.
This was rare.
I turned my gaze
Pretending to walk away;
I cluttered my thoughts
It was still reading through the maze.
Now I know:
Thousands see it and say
They understand it;
Through their eyes, it reads
A thousand men, everyday;
Green dress on my lady
Shimmers in the bright sun
I buy all her new clothes -
I did not buy this one
She has always loved blue
This isn't blue I see
Double check confirms green
Something seems wrong to me
I admit green looks good
It gives her eyes a shine
Someone else has seen that
And trespassed upon mine
Or maybe she bought it -
Took it as her own task -
I admit I love green
But I'm afraid to ask
11-30-19
Contest: Green Dress
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Under the aegis of darkness,
they trespassed narrow-edged ways —
wayward musicians;
spectre-framed and so pronto the
afflatus of restless painters and
hungry poets.
Mute and stout,
they seemed agnostics,
reclining on image-powers; thoughts
and dumb instruments facing earth;
such clout among them,
and countenance —dim —
turning them into a cluster of
strumpet-begotten specimens.
Moments of silence.
In their string-fashioned phalanx,
Untaperable fraternity.