Short Work In Progress Poems
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That shed you made,
It was cold, and bitter.
You used our oak,
My oak,
For your,
Own reasoning.
[Work in progress]
Needing to impress but honest to profess I confess a work in progress often with regress.
Contest: One Liner About You
5 Oct 2016
I am a work in progress.
Much like the highway department,
working on road construction,
it's going to take much longer than expected
and go way over budget,
Dreamer extraordinaire Walt Disney.
A work in progress his dreams will always be.
With a mouse called Mickey, he began fussing,
To this day his Disneylands are still plussing.
between the feral
and the ethereal
lust and love
playoff
soul watches
with bated breath
but the fact there's a game on
signals it's yet work in progress
11-December-2022
Speeding through highway
My eyes caught the traffic sign~
'Slow down, there's work in progress'
With a sudden brake,
a screeching sound, tiers stilled.
Moved slow with extreme caution.
I've noticed a pattern
Drawn to abusive planets
Need a cyclone of change
I thrown my past to bandits
Change, change
From sunrise to sunset
Everything feels strange
My heart is turning dark red
---Work in progress---
Tri-Ku / Senryu
Frayed pants
aging tassels in the wind
work in progress
Patched dreams
soft comfort of renewal
love’s chevrons
Old boots
moldings of the soul
carry on
John G. Lawless
7/29/2017
like and ancient relic from a distant past
the faded carbon copy of who he never was
a meaningless error in the history of humankind
and yet there is hope of finding out truths
about life suffering miracles and mostly himself
Love is
my new drug
it
seeped inside
my blood
and
permeated
my lungs
now
I'm all
thumbs
and
can't feel
my tounge
Should
I be
catching doves
or
running through
the slums
alit
and all abuzz?
(Work in progress)
as life happens we react
then sense consciousness contract
which is good because we learn
to overcome ego’s burn
though life seems like a circus
we are here for a purpose
and when love’s flame is steady
to meet God we are ready
Shockwave of affectively laden numbness
Functioning trait through the plumes of dysfunction
Tempestuous fever in hibernation
Enclosed coffin emotions decomposing
Discoloration life's defibrillation
(Work in progress)
(Work in progress)
Form:
minuscule tempest
a flicker of rage
or disdain
the gust
is soon quelled
by love’s healing balm
what aspect within us
as yet offers a pivot
to feral instinct
oh weary hermit
it’s work in progress
our awareness stuporous
26-April-2023
if you can sing then you can dream the dream
if you can fly you can learn to soar across the sky
if you can grow then you reach the stars
even if you didn't know
because its impossible just we can do
because it's endless all the things we never knew
... work in progress
Form:
we were asleep
now we are partly awake
with living light of Self known
yet final assimilation awaits
for awakening full blown
the coordinates are recognised
accepting work in progress
presence calm like a lake
in time stretched silence waits
for God’s benign touch to awake
Blue Bird
Builds nest
Gathers
Straw, hair
Carefully place items for comfort
Guards, protects, warms eggs, feeds baby birds
Still work in progress....
I just changed from Tyburn to Free Verse
I will just rewrite a Tyburn..
When I looked again, I have written a Tyburn before
It is not easy..
spectrums
of art
bring
wonder
and ecstasy
a
fleeting
inwardness...
a heightened
sense
of the infinite..
so distinct
a visual
chord
yet
out
of key,
an
idiosyncratic
act
of freedom
and chance
evolving..
into
a complete daub
upon
the canvas
of experience
Contemplative, taciturn
Willing to commit
An immutable zeal to learn
Endowed with acerbic wit
Endless potential
But having few outlets, to express it
Seemingly aloof or deferential
Unintentionally causing pain
Coming off inconsequential
An indelible stain
Easily misunderstood
Without composure refrained
Missing the person even when together
missing them and every detail
Wishing you could hold them
Wishing to die for them
Always stuck in a tragedy
Were love is taken for granted
The world we live in is very awkward
And the ones we love tend not to care
Unless they love you back
Dont count on them loving you
Oh Saturn. The great harvester.
How strange you seem
With your remarkable rings.
Remants perhaps of a destroyed moon.
Or left over from the strange nebular material
From which thou were created.
But even stranger still is the new Phoebe ring,
Many many times larger than even Saturn itself.
*Work in progress*
(this poem is a work in progress)
You've been there for me every step of the way
you've saved my day
more than once
when it hurt so bad
and I was so sad
I was always glad
to see your face
and know
that I'd survive
with you by my side
when I was going through hell
you helped me prevail
I owe you everything
our love enablement
it is work in progress
meanwhile the ripples
cascading within form
delights our innocence
poised in wonderment
why hasten dawn's onset
when night too is vivified
by divine magnetism alive
let us pause here awhile
for our sisters and brothers
to awake from their trance
21-December-2022
Life feels like a dream
Waking makes it come true
Who could walk on and take all responsibility
Earth revolves but here we stand
Unshaken and work in progress
The purpose of seeing the light alike
Some ache at it's downward pace
Others excited at it's upwards stream
All the course we take
Every heads goal is unique
Oh Uranus, father of the gods.
The first of the ice giants.
Cold and cloudy.
You are tilted almost on your side.
Many narrow rings surround you,
Not as great as Saturns,
But impressive still.
Your moons named after characters of-
Shakespeare and Pope.
Miranda, Ariel, Umbriel, Titania and Oberon.
*Work in progress*
To them we’re the classless aliens,
we destroy everything they envy;
Toxic leaving scars on the planet;
Rare jewel this ocean filled planet,
it cannot be mined by aliens;
Natural riches leave such envy;
One in a million sparks envy
in eyes not on this regal planet;
A work in progress to aliens;
All aliens envy our planet.