Short Wakened Poems
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L-ife
E-mbraces
A-wakened
S-incerity,
A-s
L-ove
G-uards
A-ll
D-estinies
O-penly.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Lea B. Salgado)
Alexander Graham Bell
Phoned the farmer in the dell.
The farmer, wakened from his slumber
Yelled at him and growled, "Wrong number".
won 6th place
J-ust
E-xpect
N-o
N-ight
I-n
F-inding
E-arly
R-ay
I-n
L-ife's
A-wakened
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Jennifer Ilao (June 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-oming
I-nto
E-arly
L-ight
I-s
T- o
O-pen
T-he
A-wakened
L-ife
O-f
S-lumber
I-n
G-leam
Topic: Birthday of Cielito V. Talosig (June 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Holy freakin' Palooza, a heatwave unseen
In my recollection, never been this extreme
In my eighty-two years
Never wakened my fears
Sure need lotsa that SPF 30 creme
Wakened, the winged and winsome wind
wandered westerly while whistling witchery.
It waltzed whimsically within woodlands -
whooshing, then whipping willows.
Worn, it waned. . . whispering wistfully.
How strange it would be ever if
You wakened in your bed
You dreamed you had an accident
And that you were not dead
You crashed into a mighty tree
And only scarred your knee
Ejected from the seat, you were
And bounded, one, two, three
H-ope
A-bates
N-ight
N-egativity
A-s
H-appy
D-ay
I-s
A-nother
N-ew
E-arliness
W-ith
I-lluminate
L-ovely
L-ight
I-n
A-wakened
M-orning
S-un
Topic: Poetess (Hannah Diane Williams)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Woe received from feelings passed
Of memories thought asleep at last
They haunt the ever wakened state
And for the dreams, they lie in wait
‘Tis but a word that can stir
The clearer image from a blur
To a full blown reality of a thought
That was once what love had brought.
TABLE SIN OF NOUVEAU RICHE
sweetest dawn he ever knew
Toast was perfect, sky was blue
from the window all he saw ---
Sparkling as the artists draw
BUT
that
NIGHT
didn't whine, didn't stutter
when he wakened in the gutter
Didn't know he'd tempted Fate
Nibbling garnish from his plate
To be wakened
by drumming rain
To gaze upon
falling cleansing
It pauses
and the air
stretches
to
Waltz with the wind
Refreshed and free
Things are sweetened
Sipped
with a twist
of time
This is at the moment of observation writing
in an attempt to convey taste and wetness
Chromed blade promptly
With adroit, raw incisions
Separates toxic, mounting mass
Unsterilized weeping fears
Tourniquet burnt
By caring eyes separated
Self-victimization
Flooding the dark room
With febrile infectious tears
Incessant wakened hours pass
The phantom poison
Remains flowing
You might think I'm sappy
But who really fricken cares
And if you think I'm crappy
Whats with all the fricken stares
I am so fricken happy
To be wakened by my birds
Yea they did it pretty snappy
The noisy little turds
Well they got me ready
Up for the dawning day
And I'm out already
No fricken more to say
a winter's field
in december's night,
covered in shadows
echoed in frost light,
bare forests loom darkly
gloom gathered near,
black shadows, wet snowflakes
creaking branch wakened fear,
through forest lonely and fell
pathway melting discerned,
ahead candle lit windows
warm fires well earned.
Wakened winged warrior wonders about
Whimsically whooshing through out the woodlands
Wistfully whispering wondrous tunes
Wakened winged warrior wonders about
Waltzing within the weeping willows
Never will be worn down never be waned
Wakened winged warrior wonders about
Whimsically whooshing through out the woodlands
Between sleep and awake I’m free
Navigation comes easy for me
Along fault lines of earthquakes I travel
With barely a ripple of gravel
Equations and troubles I conquer
My victories soar above squalor
If wakened I hasten my return
To slumber in peaceful nocturne
O.... the grandeur I reap
My magical place middle sleep
her snores echo around
our cozy bed chamber
I'm wakened by the sound
thinking we're in danger
just 'tis a spouse so pretty
I keep my husband's poise
how can one so itty bitty
make such humongous noise?
a little shake I'll have to use
to nudge away the sleepy problem
but it's really just an excuse
to put my hand on her cute bottom
Is it a dream?
if so, what yet dreams it?
does it dream with such fervor that it ignites the stars?
does it dream so skillfully that the dreamed think it the dreamer?
does it dream with a will of such power that the dream remains even after the dreamer has wakened?
such a mystery shall not be revealed by time
as time is a dream of the dreamed
Ah, the exotic blend of new spice
and desires on the tip of the tongue,
love's seductive dawning does entice
cinnamon cravings wakened among
thrills of ardent aster in Fall bloom,
whispers and lips in butterfly tease
stoking hearth’s heat in surrendered swoon
harvesting lust with vanilla ease
on eve of Autumn leaves and passion.
Susan Ashley
September 28, 2019
LOVE IN THE FRAGRANT DAWNING
Heard the birdsong of delicate blush dawning
Dreamed the soft breath yearning kisses of my darling
Wakened to the flashing agony of wicked truth;
Veiled my trembling heart in black.
Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
Thinking a sleeping owl perched on a rail in late afternoon would never notice
As I tried to pet its delicate feathers, to touch its chestnut brown grayish-ness
The Okefenokee Swamp owl bit me in 1973
Returning I thought as a symbol in 1986
Taking the place of wisdom
The owl returned with its question—
How do you like it that I have wakened you
up tonight and frightened you?
For wary minds that tend to creep,
the weary mind it so does keep.
A beacon like a lightning rod,
The unbeknownst it tends to sod.
For in its dreary wakened sleep,
another question so does creep.
Without restraint, this thought to bear,
defines me as plain unaware.
Where do I find the left behind,
when it was only state of mind?
The consequence which we define,
of disembarking unto time.
Form:
(this has happened a few times to me when
trying to sleep out on my deck in the sun!)
I longed to nap
and laid me down right here.
Then peacefully I closed my eyes
and drifted off round “sheep one-hundred-four.”
But what a sap!
When sleep came very near,
my body jolted; with surprise
I wakened from the sound of my own snore.
For paula Swanson's "The Light is On, But Nobody Is Home"
It comes from time to time upon a wind
that wafts aromas fragrant to a mind
now wakened from long sleep.
And yet, perplexed, he is resigned
to yet again concede his own defeat,
a yoked, unequal partner, when they meet
as man and muse combined.
Then unannounced, it parts and leaves him much chagrined.
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A 'Mistress Bradstreet' stanza - 10a:10b:6c:8b:10d:10d:6b:12a
One ethereal night Wolf Woman was wakened by Father Moon
I have a task he told her, turn your sculptured face to the stars.
She understood the importance of the vision, being a shaman’s daughter.
A spark of omnipotent understanding entered her imagination realm.
Her dream work was going to be super important. She howled her truth.
Heard an echoing verification howl from Brother Wolf, her power animal.