Short Unphased Poems
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spider web tightly
strung between old brick columns..
unphased by fall's winds
human hair now filled
with sticky yuck spider web...
hard head wins battle
Teeth stained, odour untamed
Ruth is her name
She smiles everyday
My friend Ruth
She likes city views
Just like me and you
Night-time falls
Unphased by the cold
My friend Ruth explores
Pipes, bridges
Benches, boxes
She calls this place home
Crime free and tax free
My friend Ruth is happy
Why wouldn't she be?
Lo' and behold,
There it sits
Red Fortitude,
Under an ocean of blue,
Amidst pale yellow plaster,
Towering above,
And a foliage of green
That crowds for a view.
The sun whispers phrases
Enchantments that only shadows construe
And yet unphased by its neighbours
Lost in thoughts of its own
There it sits
Red Fortitude
Under an ocean of blue.
Will
my verse
reach your ear
can
your eye
stay the course
Does
unconvention
confound
the rhythm
of your eyes
Take
a deep breath
exhale and read
between my lines
unphased
by phrase and
habitude
or human voice
The choice
is always
yours if
my poem will
be or is
not to be
a tune upon
your ear
inpired by contest theme
Will
my verse
reach your ear
can
your eye
stay the course
Does
unconvention
confound
the rhythm
of your eyes
Take
a deep breath
exhale and read
between my lines
unphased
by phrase and
habitude
or human voice
The choice
is always
yours if
my poem will
be or is
not to be
a tune upon
your ear
Captain Quark to Mr. Sprock;
Ground control to Major Tom,
Your phaser is unphased,
Now if that doesn't phase you,
I'd be quite amazed.
You can't stun with a dead gun,
You couldn't even phase,
a jar of Mayonaisse
Klingons you can't haze,
With a still-born phase,
The instruction manual says,
You'll likely be dead in 2 days.
And the Romulans, for sure,
Will be knocking on your door
So beam me up, Scotty toilet paper,
And get me a working rapier.
Insipid be the bounty, lain before the masses.
Languishing are those the ravenous harasses.
Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated.
Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated.
The crazed stare unphased, their beckoning insidious.
They whom lay slayed, just meat for the carnivorous.
Of men or of babe be plated and devoured.
To this they're enslaved by ritual empowered.
Disposed as they go the corpses they eviscerate.
Now over, the glow danced by as they incinerate.