Short Undertone Poems
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The beauty of isolation,
the magic in being alone
A singular attraction,
—sagacious undertone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
snide remarks
became the
indirect undertone
of all conversation
bringing with it
it's underlined
hidden insulting
insinuations of
lack of worth
within this present
incarnation
Please don't kiss Grandma
With your wrinkled worn out skin
Your breath like stinking ashtrays
With an undertone of gin.
I really love you Grandma,
But when it's time to leave
You always try to kiss me
And it really makes me heave
A winter's night is different
snow's mantle o'er the ground
Noises muffled, birds unheard
few folks out on the town
This quiet creeps inside my home
steals into my bones
Instills a soothing peace in me
grateful calm its undertone
To see how you motivate,
you represent all that I admire;
Drew a line through any doubt,
fuel to see the lighting of your fire;
Zone of self confidence,
lone wolf but willing to share,
Undertone so very patient,
showed me you’re beyond compare.
Mild murmurs,traced undertone,
Small voice within to each is shown;
Discreet,for us,listen,hear
Timely on cue,dispelling fear.
Delicate in shadowed signs
Hints,rustle in the mind;
Prompts,alerts spur to remind;
Super-natural,transcendental
In quiet whispers...gentle.
Mild murmurs,traced undertone,
Small voive within to each is shown;
Discreet,for us,listen,hear
Timely on cue,dispelling fear.
Delicate in shadowed signs
Hints,rustle in the mind;
Prompts,alerts spur to remind;
Super-natural,transcendental
In quiet whispers...gentle.
Mild murmurs,traced undertone,
Small voice within to each is shown;
Discreet,for us,listen,hear
Timely on cue,dispelling fear.
Delicate in shadowed signs
Hints,rustle in the mind;
Prompts,alerts spur to remind;
Super-natural,transcendental
In quiet whispers...gentle.
Bullet shots rang
Like a church bell in my ear
And the screams sang
With the undertone of fear
The bell tolled
And the sunshine went away
And the thunder rolled
On that summers day
And the people fell to the ground
With a sudden thud
Such a sound
And out poured the blood
instinct
over thought
lyrical expressions
emote
to pause
awhile
listen
the winds
of euphony revealed
an undertone
an esoteric
sensation
to tickle the ear
so
silence
can sound
Searches
appear for
some final answer
to the make-up of
the universe
to what makes me tick~
A wish for a
finality wiping out
all further queries~
Stories are squeezed
for their hidden
treasures~
There may be
whispers
of futility with an
undertone of
freedom~~
Searches
appear for
some final answer
to the make-up of
the universe
to what makes me tick~
A wish for a
finality wiping out
all further queries~
Squeezing the stories to
give up hidden
secrets~
A suggestion of
not knowing seems not
admissible with its
undertone of
freedom~~
aspen
trembling
heaven
upon wing
alights
to sing
lit
by sparkling
eyes
casts
shadows
one by one:
my poverty
sighed sotly
and could not
sleep
such
painful
breath
void of
start or stop
hope and fear
in
an
undertone
part 1FP inspired by Cristina Rossetti Old world Thicket
You tell me I feel like home,
but not that it's solely in name.
Your words are woven with lace--
delicate, flowery, light.
They coil and crease,
a nasty, distasteful undertone.
Rough edges scrape my knuckles,
bloody bruises bloom.
Malice nestled in every utterance.
I crack you open,
like the book you told me you were
but your words are written in invisible ink.
The dreams of anger
Wake me in frustration
Though it was not real
I feel it was revelation
Based on a true story
Situations that I’ve seen
A familiar undertone
That really bothers me
My eyelids flipped open
As I awoke from the dream
Ready to unleash my anger
I had to calm down and breathe
Breathe easy relax
It’s not real it didn’t happen
But it feels real to me
Because to me it happens
They say it's impossible to have a pleasant and foul thought simultaneously.
But it seems that the foul ones are much stickier
adhering to the soft underbelly of the mind
a toxic build-up of blue times
engulfing all light eventually.
Pleasant thoughts are hummingbird-like
flitting from synapse to synapse
disappearing into the seam of the unknown
coming back the next time
with a tinge of blue undertone.
There is the undertone of a haunting melodic presence
unheard by others because she wants my attention
I do not immediately recognize her lamenting song
however her voice is unique and cuts to my reptilian brain
My heart keens to her presence, there is a sorrowful joy
I have not heard her song for over twenty-eight years.
It is a day for listening and appreciating her ethereal efforts
Proof that spirit can return to this side of the veil.
In the midst of each starry night
I lay upon a bed of meadow grass
Moonbeams provide ample light
To watch the world silently pass
In the night I enjoy the gentle hush
It's a time when I pray in undertone
In darkness there is no need to rush
I welcome the solitude of being alone
I revel in wonder when night is still
A nightingale sings a beautiful song
I close weary eyes and drink my fill
In dreams the night is where I belong.
6/13/16
Beside the sea I stand alone
The water speaks in undertone
There’s in the air melancholy
I stand alone beside the sea.
The sky is veiled in shades of grey
My frame of mind in disarray
This train of thoughts has been derailed
In shades of grey the sky is veiled.
This time of year I think of you
Your presence missed, and then on cue
Emotions spill with every tear
I think of you this time of year.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
© 26th June 2020
Respiration flight,
Brought forth breezy delight,
Harmory shading,
Colorimetric dream scene,
Jealousy earth can never exhibition.
Dancing cheeks,
With smiling beneath,
Tears from the flurry,
Leaving color-print kisses.
Feeling the touch of every undertone brought my way.
Romantic settlement,
True indeed,
No!
Awake I must!
Opened eyes to see the world of now.
Beautiful thought moments,
Only left,
Reserved for days to come that beings darkness.
Form:
AURAL VERSE
An intimate moment,one mind to another as spoken verse aloud. Thus our distinctive dna drifts on the winds of euphony, unique and individually sealed, revealed in pause and undertone.
It continually strikes a contemporary chord of unconscious expression, an esoteric sensation from within ,uncontrolled words, the taste lingers long ‘til washed away on the tides of tomorrow by the pressures of today.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013
Undertone
Whispering breeze
From the smile of her
Divine blossom
Cleaved the solidity
Of my melancholy life
And allayed my ache
That captured my heart
By mesmerizing the devil of
My Achilles' heel
My unknown myself
And transformed me
As a hedonic to ramble
In the garden of joy;
Then, I kissed on her cheeks
And whispered into her eyes
To not to leave me, ever,
And to live with me forever;
R K Chowdary Jasti
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From the darkness of the eaves,
bathed in evening's undertone,
something's seen among the leaves -
something made of meat and bone
Bathed in evening's undertone,
something tries to slow it's breath
Something made of meat and bone,
sensing sudden, silent death
Something tries to slow it's breath
Something's seen among the leaves,
sensing sudden, silent death,
from the darkness of the eaves
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04/22/2020
Prompt #1
As a river flows into the sun, may a spirit flow
Its appalling morality, the divisions it has created
The mind knows without it sacred
We take life in your painting us
Even drawing out of oblivion fades
Assures incessant sorrow
Tied in a single garment of destiny
Disobedience to the messenger, an undertone form
Deepest place in our soul
If only I had wings like a dove
Lift up the stone, and you will find me anew
He utters a vote, the terrain moves