Short Triggering Poems
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distant echoes rise-up
over mountanis
resounding poetic phrases-
its soul's brilliance so profound
triggering insanitiy.
my
eye was
attracted
to the Blue nude
by the intensity of colour-
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn by the simple abstract shape.
Matisse's Blue Nude IV
My
eye was
attracted
to the Blue nude
by the intensity of colour-
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn by the simple abstract shape.
my
eye was
attracted
to the Blue nude*
by the intensity of colour-
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn by the simple abstract shape.
*Matisse's Blue Nude IV
The triggering of an awakening
may not be so intense ;
Conceptually applied to a visual
may even appear exaggerated, yet
The minds eye searches the unknown,
Only to reintroduce itself, too Self....
my
eye was
attracted
to the Blue nude
by the intensity of colour-
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn by the simple abstract shape.
tetractys sequence on my print of Matisse's Blue Nude IV
my
eye was
attracted
to the Blue nude
by the intensity of colour-
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn by the simple abstract shape.
tetractys sequence on my print of Matisse's Blue Nude IV
In the old graveled alley, overgrown with weeds,
at footfall, locusts sprang and leaped,
triggering a riot.
But soon their swelling motion
subsided like fried popcorn on a skillet.
Her perfume scent lingers
triggering lives with shots of translucent recurring images and flickering pages,
permanently installed unto memories and times
that unfurl bringing
to us unaltered,
visions of her fragments
left behind…….
Form:
Touched
A soft breeze tickles my senses
Like cotton candy triggering sweetness
Am I touched by another world
Where love embraces my emptiness
Far away from worldly matters
Three dimensional or not
Questions arise and provoke the critics
Yet Science is proof of what?
Form:
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn by the simple abstract shape
NOTE:The challenge with Ray Stebbing's tetractys form is -that each line is required 'to stand on its own ' & the poem itself is to express a complete thought,within the narrow compass of 20 syllables.
For seeing the shy kid in the back row
For triggering my mind to misbehave
For rousing history's spark from shadow
The past is not mothball statistics, saved
It is people; bloody, broken and brave
For lessons taught, in all glory and flaw
I learned who I am - thank you, Mr. Law.
10/18/19
The best emotion in the world
Is your smile!
Even your lips makes greatest structure.
If your smile is a gem
Then, your heart is a treasury.
The greatest things are unseen.
That’s why I still imagining you.
Your lips is the most powerful weapon
Which is triggering me, the day I saw.
AJ
shadows protrude the physical realm
pilots of light at our vessels helm
directives plotted , mapped and charted
intuition , gateways guarded
competing forces triggering sparks
understanding to avoid the dark
skullcap , fortress , our mind dwells
heart of hearts , life and love
our holy grail.........
Seemingly out of nowhere,
I have experienced an incessant yearning for sweets.
When I see mouth-watering sweets gracing my table,
An intense temptation grow inside me,
My desire goes on elevating;
Making it hard to satiate my selective hunger.
It's always an overwhelming feeling,
triggering a happy spot in my brain.
We listen to you
Act the way you want
We stand in the queue
For the things which you can’t.
You don’t hear me
I had a blister in my knee
Taught to stay in the igloo
In the summer out of blue
They waste time differing
Hunting for our flaws
We can see through the gloss
Can’t stand it, that’s just triggering.
cut-out
a
simple
abstract shape
surfaces
as
the Blue nude
the
image
triggering
stark sensations
drawn patterns
pasted
pastiche
enssemblage
modelled
in
abstraction
curved
& sevelte
so blue
so blue
nude
naked
harmony
joy
&
calm
in stark
shaped
intensivity
It's said there's some irreplacable
and it's said they're iridescent
but from realities wakeup call
and the knives that peel at your delicacy-
gently puncturing the senses,
triggering the knots that erupt deep inside
when they are no longer butterflies-
but cobras,
infecting, misleading and wrong-
surfacing the venom of worry
*not finished*
An old lion limps,
bones crumbling with each step.
Hyenas must kill him.
The once strong cannot remain
to infirm the thriving.
Antelope reflexively run
from hair-triggering scents.
A young pride hunts;
death lives at ease with life.
Fawns and calves are born
into needy mouths.
Windblown dust scatters scraps
of sun-clawed pelts.
Donning a vintage coat, boots, hat and all,
the last organ grinder readies his smile,
outside the old age home, heeding love’s call,
to rekindle heart’s joy, for a short while,
triggering memory elders recall,
recounted to young ones, in life’s last mile.
His next stop is for the autistic child,
where he’ll sing songs by God’s angels compiled.
Walking languidly
along the long quiet corridor,
The chilly breeze brushed against my arms,
triggering a cold streak through my bones.
Embracing myself,
I sauntered past the abandoned rooms on both sides,
the rooms in which darkness dwells.
the enigma of this darkness ,
forces me to plunge in it,
In its unfathomed depths,
To diminish into nothingness.
The light fairy
Lucent light
At times the triggering dark
Followed by the glowing spark..
It'll vary
Sometimes we'll need to carry
The unknown strike ...
There's merrily no hurry
Sweet moments will stay in our memory diary
No matter what there will shine our love fairy
Happy Monthly versary
Rozalia P. XS
Takes time to tackle talented students,
Enriches knowledge and encourages
Achievers with artful abilities,
Creating curiosity with care,
Humble, helping mould holistic humans,
Enlivening energy never ends,
Reaching out with remarkable results.
Triggering Extra Affection, Cultivating Hearts, Etching Recognition
Kills ocean spicies
Ecosystem under stress
Air full of allergens
Poeple bankrupts
Ocean of treasures
Boyous of wonder
Takes years to rebourne
Technology flaws
Without recovery plans
Never plan to save living beings
Should stop all off shores drilling
Triggering capital depression
Spicies like our people
Need immediate care
Look upon unfortunately
In play as the one clean its act
A chevron of doves
against an abyss
of deep blue
the synchrony of flight
falters oft
triggering silver waves
passing across the flanks
shimmering
against an abyss
of deep blue
is it an illusion
harmony in individuality?
why must I think
so much
like a feeble human
when instead
with my so called
intellect
imagination
I can
experience
the feeling of flying
against an abyss
of deep blue.