Short Vast Poems
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Winds bear salt, gull's cries
We gaze on the vast ocean
A near boundless space
Fifty wistful years apart
Vanishing in sparkling eyes
we would stand aghast
when power of God is vast
our sins soon went past
when in bed would lay
with me God shall always stay
prayers to Him did say
light year daze
objects burst in seams and blaze
starry blinks
farther still
burning in a fiery haze
planets turn
vast in sight
dark and bright in part and whole
earth reflects
5/4/13
That which is vast, immense and free
A never-ending infinity.
Indefinite, unlimited duration
An eternal, everlasting occasion.
Every moment that has ever been, is and ever will be,
Infinity.
Caste Into Past Which Was Vast
Onto a path were tossed and than caste,
Into an unbearable and perturbing past,
Problems created,
We had hated,
That had been huge and so very vast.
Jim Horn
lavender buds bloom
ascending in morn’ glory-
vast fields of july
Date written: May 21, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
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as I gaze out upon the
tranquil surface of a moonlit ocean
I am taken by the vast emptiness
that I see
and I wonder if this
perpetual body of water
is taken by the vast emptiness
that is me
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The Wasteland
Through Gobi
I walked
Alone
Dislike
Smelly camels
A pilgrimage
God and I
In this dramatic
Vastness
Journey no
Wasted
Came out of this
Enormous
Real estate
Knew a lot
About sand
In shoes.
How vast is the distance -
So I thought - between cradle
And what was the final ascent
To a plateau good and whole.
What fine opportunities
My wrinkles record as loss -
Hmm ... if only said itinerary
Were sooner traversed.
Looking At That Vast Mysterious Void
rotten log green moss
shadow glance eternity
awesome red sunset
Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2018
Haiku (When Time Stands Still)
Note- Nature shows us so many things , if we but open our eyes to see.
Vagrant diamond stars teem,
Various in color.
Veering hued planets whirl-
Velocity dancers!
Vernal and infinite,
Vibrant universe dark.
Vintage colors abound!
Written on May 4, 2021
For: Pleiades V Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
The Sahara is another vast sea
Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
For "sailors" upon caravans
And the Sun beams mercilessly
And seems cruel to patrons
Until the Wind scoffs haggardly
And reshapes its art of dunes.
Open yourself
to a sound
(the spinning of the planets)/
deafness and darkness
(the pair; duality!)//
multiplied by know'd resolution.
Step you onto surfaces
spinning in outerness
climb ladders of terrest;
the earth has its foot
on man's chest!
I have my back to the world
It seem to vast to look at
Seeing world for what it is
Gives me tears
The earth beneath my feat
Is what keeps me up
It seldom shakes
So embracing changes
Even when not looking
The world is vast
With emotions never ending
retrograde energy
wrapping up lose ends
realisation of gratitude
follow your intuitions
stay open you will
be guided
haunted valleys of fear
ocean springs into
a volcanic eruption
extinct creatures
serenading blue
merges to orange
we are dancing in
the vast galaxy
of love
Form:
Open yourself
widen your ears
to a sound not unlike the spinning of a planet
on the verge of ending;
planetary death:
planetary funeral:
planetary mourners:
planetary daisies on gravesoil
dug
down
DEEP
so deep it could fit a planet
and all the sound it made
hurdling like a jet in space.
My Heart as Vast as The Sea
You remind me of a Love that expands almost unendingly
My heart had longed for such peace for the longest of times
I'm taken to Heaven and back above the Ocean by your kindness
And a vicissitudeness is avoided by your constant warm embraces
Thank you very much my friend
And I whole heartedly mean that.
Chasing the golden sun across America,
Expressing wonderment at the vastness
Of the Great Plains, distant farmhouses
Dwarfed by gigantic silos awaiting harvest.
Four lines from "Across the Great Plains"
Written August 24, 2021
Abstracted August 30, 2021
Submitted to "Liberum Divisa 7" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden
Am I not gangsta enough?
I can tote a gun
And pass the smokey barrel to friends
Am I not ride or die?
But walking suits me just fine
Flags and community aren't my thing
I'd rather slit your throat metaphorically
To watch you leak shame
Recruitment is for pussies
But my incentatives on souls is the worlds
Oldest yet newest proffession
Just discovered...who might be
A killer with warm blood
Form:
My each rising
Need a view of her cute face
And the view of her cute smile
And a melodious voice
Who say get up
And her delicate touch
Which make me ready
And say good luck
My each day my each night
Waiting for her appear
And a way for shining dream
And real touch of truth unseen
And real wake up of new dream
So come under the rays of real sunshine
And say me to spread my wings
And make a fly in vast sky
Your soul have signalled you feel better
So you could call, or message me
I check my box if there’s your letter
To realize again that sea
That lies between us, is too deep
The earth is bordered and too vast
And now of course, you need more sleep
Sleep heals from troubles, cleans the past
Sometimes your memory reminds
About me, but then again
Distraction comes, with all that binds
Yourself with things that still remain.
A-long I walked to sun-sets vast,
Gazed I to skies torn by bleeding clouds.
Cities loomed, and still I pass't,
I knew the gruesome beauty of the land.
Blooming dew-bells trod to dust,
Leaves fell from heights so grand,
Though gruesome beauty knew I must
Retreat to wond'rous worship of the mind.
So long I though't, 'til I were blind,
Gazed mere to Self; to fret, to rue,
In Self-Thinking was I so entwin'd
Thought not could I of thoughts a-new.
Quote By Poet: "God's pretty colors paint a pretty day for us to enjoy."
Morning awakes with the sun peeking over the hill,
a bright yellow light says get up and be on your way.
The noon day,
shows blue skies with white fluffy clouds.
Ending the day with a beautiful sunset,
made up of many colors from pink to purple.
The vast day has been filled with God's pretty color palate,
only He can paint such a pretty day for us to enjoy.
Look up,
and give praise.
Limitless in length and breadth
Beyond measure in depth
Akash is the greatest field
Sheltering innumerable things docile and wild
Undisturbed, calm and peaceful
Truly resourceful
It never feels with anybody to compete
Permitting everything to pass through it.
Mountains, clouds, lightning and rains
Anything else like falling chieftains
Are temporary phenomena
Episodes in a drama
Vanishing waves in the river tide
Bubbles in the sea vast and wide.
My Mansion’s myriad of elongated spaces
full of small blue boxes everywhere
treasure in un-captured capacities
sealed with golden letters
turning tarnished over time
as simply forgotten to remember
key to the secret remained the same in eternity
cherished & choosing unfazed to connection
welcoming the eyes
in seeing the world you cannot know
and lets the heart believe in
the voice only you can hear
till it becomes the music of your love
to the life that resonates within