Short Windowed Poems

blank stonewall faces
  narrow-windowed cubicles
   ~ hearts tear in cramped spaces...

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Despite your transcendental airs,
     No windowed soul invites your gaze.
These eyes have steered a thousand stares,
   Through labyrinths of smoke and haze....

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Of windowed light, what's let in
Summer's, may you blind.
As to what eyes' truth, behind
Numbly, coldly stares.

Stay wary, through butterfly's
Flame-speedy deceit;
In the form of this conceit
Everyone, in joy, fares....

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Summer rain like windswept silk or
Kitten belly fur
Instilling feeling into leaves
Persuading cows to milk
Perhaps the drip from cabin eaves
Is edging to the flowered bed
Neath windowed view of Fall
Glowing in late Summer sun
A sparkling veil of dazzled drops
Lingering as they spill
O lowly summer raindrops they
Not driven only falling
Gleeful  feeling flowing to fill...

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Her Dream
Her dream grew
Too large 
Imagination spilling
Filling her room 
Needing out
Creeping upon its windowed reflection  
In pane

Shelved dolls listening  
Hearing the dream’s gasp 
Unable to split the seam of weighted eyelids
Lashed
Their response stuck in frozen smiles
Pearly teeth clenched
Anchored in place
No way to alert 
Escape




First Published: Dual Coast...

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Pulling myself from the brush
thorn ripping tictures in skin and cloth
a mumble from the darkening clouds
whisper traces of slipping rain
before me stood a battered domain
its windowed eyes
unwelcoming and barren
turning the path behind me swallowed
by decaying leaf fingertips
once again surveying the hovel before me
my eyes darting between shade and light
hoping for a trace of life...

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Golden water glittering through
delicate weeping willow leaves
Swans swimming on  the lake
Grand  house on top of the hill
neatly framed with many trees
Shingled roof  peaked gables
Large arched windowed eyes
Carpeted  flowers staircases
Marble floor,  chequered hall
Dining room living room den
Settee Louis XVI parlor chair
Deep  yellow blue pink letter
Clatter of  six sets  of  hoofs...

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Imagine

Yellow socks tambourines pretty girls and fax machines
Sunshine waves Heinz baked beans and black tinted windowed limousines 
Garbage anarchy wasps that sting and red currant jam potting magazines
Madness purity wedding rings and watching Mary Berry’s tips on the finest 
cuisines
Ice cubes tweed ping pong pings and the gold dust of a magic monkey blowing 
over your sleeping dreams...

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welcome to the many windowed cityscape
the wanton color of badly mixed paint
with a parade of personal lives
like black stockings full of runs
strafed by formations of overhead birds
whose small eyes think only to judge
passing, teasing wisps of cloudy twirl
confining we dwellers to a sunless cave
thousands and dozens stacked worshipful
stacked tightly knit in churches
longingly longing to be someplace else...

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Windowed eyes stare out
to the rainy road
as I walk in my London fog coat
down Anytown streets.
Passing table lamp gleam
brings a catch to my throat.
How is it with the lives
within these warm nests?

The comfort of the glow
shining on manicured lawns
beckons to my heart.
What plays are played
within that house ...
or that one there?
Is it really a Home or
only an empty shell
with my longing installed?...

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Windowed doubt shadows out peripheral.
Fear balances envisioned in centripetal.
Autumn’s amber hark back hearken.
Forgotten kits cry down, mother marten.
Good fellow robin indicates emending sprite.
Spring expands secret eyes only sight.
Droplets of hope dew days new dawn.
Open arms stretch a point wide yawn.
Hope turns a blind eye in despite way of head,
And blossom into purple and to red.

6-01-16...

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Horizons cast on harbor mist
     As silver fog on waters kissed
In morning light, it greets the eye
     Just as moon glow waves good bye

Translucent beams in twinkling hue
     Begin to warm the chilly dew
As sunlight peeks to say hello
    And hugs the cityscape below

The morning mist, now harbor blue
     So gently clears to gift the view
Reflections blaze, a windowed world
    Bejewels another day unfurled


2/12/18...

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Curtains of despair draw around
Light and joy seldom dawn 
Down here where the sullen lay 
Tired sighs for a dreading fate 

Fall ye! King of tyranny 
Bringer of pain, sired to me. 
Dwell with me where misfortunes meet 
Far from where my endeared could see. 

"Eyes hollowed windowed to soul " Said he 
"Blamed am I when beckoned to thee 
Float and flit I will if you cut your ties 
To endless gloom and a resigned life "...

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Reflections on my television, from my window late last night 
Had the moon and stars on it, and it made it look all white 
Reflections from some raindrops, from the window on my door 
They were painting drips like chocolate chips, on my polished floor 
Reflections all in colours, from my hanging crystal ball 
They were scrambling like a kaleidoscope, on my windowed wall 
Reflections of trees swaying, rapid when the wind blows 
Made it look like dancing leaves, were tangoing on my windows...

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