Short Vaulting Poems
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The line between sweet and sour reactions is there
to encourage you to be nice, not to test your vaulting skills.
Date: December 1, 2019
Contest Title: Hit Me with an Epi-Pen
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
gentle winds vaulting
nature's animals charging
climate control cell
void earths bombardment
catastrophe plights denied
raging storms collides
nuclear fires
host brilliant amber's tokens
earth ends in fire
2/13/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Volcanos split the earth
Venting the heat within,
Vaulting upwards at rim.
Vermillion-burnt magma
Vrooms the molten lava-
Vailing, melting all paths;
Verily, countless deaths.
May 6, 2021
~2nd Place~
Contest: Pleiades V
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Judged: 05/07/2021
It went through me
the hot day;
vaulting back.
at night.
To hustle the poetry things.
Weary of the luminous
dials. I want to
think in dark.
*
The bookcase was empty.
Croaking words
had departed for
greener pastures.
Hold on.
I am coming to
defuse the grenades.
Satish Verma
.
Where does your early morning
breath
rise
or have descent
or vaporize
Who can vaunt
vaulting
this vast vat
which even
in
rainbows
i did see
The bowels of madness
Trekked with dark watchful eye
Through terror and agony-
The fever of society unconscious
Vault these cliffs
With steel backed bone
Alone, dangling
Then, as the dawn shown
The most riveting surprise
Rejuvenation through soil
Rushing, penetrate the surface
Of mass hypnosis
You will soar as phoenix-
reborn in the beastly beauty
Sainthood to walk with man
Lately, in my dreams
I'm doing backflips
On trampolines
Vaulting higher than high
Bouncing off
The springy sky
Free from gravity
Of worry
As the ground
Falls off my feet
I careen
To the beat
Of tambourines
Tail lashing
Lavender flashing
Pom-pom sized
Orange eyes
I'm as free
As I want to be
Lately, in my dreams.
5/08/19
Entered in 'Dial It Back' contest
Judged 6/5/19
Today, I was missed by a bullet
fired by a sniper in Syria,
a runaway train 10,000 miles from it,
and every swing of the
Grim Reaper’s scythe in between.
A repeat of so many days
of good coincidences.
Life is but an accident of time and geography,
we the beneficiaries of a random amnesty.
Tomorrow, I shall rise
and raise song unto the vaulting blue
for my privilege of sun.
Listen to poem:
fall down, up again —
smooth stone skips across the pond
each strike rings louder
on its own trajectory
vaulting bouncing once again
bamboo bends in wind
its defiance scars its skin
but it sways unbowed
dancing with rhythm resilient
on seesaw swinging wide ride
taste ash on my tongue
before the fire sets ablaze
to embrace failure
in bread of my own making
kneading loaves for noble rise
Olympic stuff ain’t easy
I’ve false started many times
At the traffic lights
At meal times
Conversations in the office lounge area
And other events I’d rather not mention
Alright go on then
Let me fill you in
At McDonald’s
At the flipping birds
At peristerophobia
At the park
Pole vaulting is not a dangerous sport
But the internet has told me
Even though a pole requires
A hefty investment
It is necessary
Deep inside
there was a simian jealousy.
The opaque words will raise
a burnt-out storm –
returning the whole family
of white flowers to the moon.
The falling
inside the bowl
before the snake could strike
interrupting the dead soldiers
of unknown war-
weapon-free.
A stunning invasion
of the spoons in summer months,
when sweat was expensive than
truth and a sentence
was lost between the punctuations.
Yet I was going to recite a poem.
Satish Verma
I want to save you
Since I can’t save me
There’s lots of dust to sift through
But we’ll get there you’ll see
Mistaken paths
Hooded identities
Dissecting parts of halves
Vision starts with remedies
No more counterfeit strategies
We’ll drive the straight line
Try and see if we can finally be free
Speeding the midline drinking moonshine
Just dig down underneath
Find the adventure in anonymity
Vaulting secrets just to breath
Forge the future to clutch gentility
Open aired and pastel pillared, vaulting the ceiling;
This bye to Paradise; & illuminating vision:)
Stand in-violate, in golden tones, in orange hues
in glowing aqua, do you colour my view,
The mark of Heavens promise, on earth:)
Expanding in an instant; you beam of Gods mirth.
A schism In prism; here ever to bloom,
Fresh from the Masters hand on the loom.!
copyright Joe Mavrick.co.uk
For P D's Rainbows contest:)
You can click to know more about this piece, thank you Joe..)
Craft clever craft
Draft dazzles draft
Writes welcome writes
Cite charming cite
Wit wordy wit
Fit funny fit
Poise plunders poise
Voice vibrant voice
Sketch simple sketch
Match mindful match
Play profound play
Way watching way
Dance dazzles dance
Chance cuddles chance
Crude calling crude
Rude ripples rude
Verse vaulting verse
Purse healing purse
Laugh living laugh
Stuff sampling stuff
Leon Enriquez
29 October 2018
Singapore