Telescoped Poems | Examples

Maud

Torn skirt billowing behind you
like a parachute,
you fell,
           fell,
for the telescoped eternity
of two seconds.

The pond turned its blind eye
to the sky,
and the shuddering gate
swung shut.

No one was talking.

Next day, the sun stirred
the larkspur into bloom again.

A rambler saw the flattened weeds,
suspected a fox,
and poked around for feathers.

They found your body later:
drowned in the darkness of the wood.
And raped,
or so the papers said.

‘A rendezvous with death’
was how one writer put it.

The police are looking for a man in black.


First published in Landfall, New Zealand

Honne

I live in this half-world
doubting the veracity of
words
words of supposed comfort
scraps of care
of whitewashed expression

do you seek to protect me
or to beguile,
draw me into your place
of uncertainty
of quantum thoughts,
shut me in your Schrödinger’s box
until I cannot tell
what you feel
what you say

I want conviction
Newtonian conversation
of truth and certitude,
not to peer through
telescoped eyes
searching for Polaris
in your inumbrated sky

Give me the truth
clear as a winter night,
sure as gravity,
scrubbed of peeling paint
bury your deceptive solutions
and solve honest equations

Judgement

Our actions weighed,
Our thoughts scaled,
Our steps mirrored,
Our excesses are censored.

The hidden is uncovered,
The past is discovered,
There’s no flight,
We're encircled by light.

We're read like a book,
Caught like a fish by a hook,
Our pathway is beamed,
We’re telescoped as deemed.

The Judge sits,
Unparalleled days are His wits,
He reveals the deepest parts,
His words hit like darts.

There’s an inner voice that speaks to us,
Mirror us before ourselves, 
Often we don’t give a fuss,
Even though our deeds are archived on shelves



March 7, 2023.
Writing Challenge - "J" Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.

Existential Sweets

Existence before essence as Sartre said

Xylographed from fountain and ink pen

In wood words intentions and meaning

Sculptures of thought bound in reality

Telescoped into prisms of here and now

Entropy thrown in for good measure

Nothing is impossible do what you wish

Take what is yours and not what they say

It is not freedom from but freedom to do

A chocolate needn’t know why it tastes goods

Leave the wrapper for the end enjoy while it lasts


Surrender to incredible living for real action

Water mouth-watering pleasures and leave

Essence as an afterthought as ex post factual

Enter phenomenal existence and be authentic

To choose responsibility over dogmatic faith

Saunter and take in the fleeting moments to live


07th February 2021

'Existence comes before essence' is the main tenet of 

Jean Paul Sartre's existential philosophy

The Word Just Makes Things Worse

Long before the culture wars
  Life was calmer on these shores
Instead of magnifying 'racism'
  We telescoped 'outer-spacism'

Back then we knew the world wasn't perfect
   So many pock-marks of abject neglect
Troubling tendencies oft left unchecked
   Defects that we had to correct

Yet it sure seems toxic to label folks 'racist'
   Just makes things worse; not to our benefice
So why don't we think like incrementalists
   ~ Call our affliction 'racial prejudice'

Aspirations

simplicity
       in miniature
         unbroken  solitary
curiosity interminable conceptions
      mingled together
      &overflowing
in
   immense volumes

expressions
           in transit
                then telescoped
as quietness
        prevails

recollections
              unburdened uninvited
                                                 distant
wept aloud

harmonies
       slow moving  primitive 
       kept in time
           streamed
                  as a whisper
                              on the wind
easy on the eye

               reposing

Prognostication

Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine
Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall; 
Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites'
Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall. 

I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may
From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day; 
Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high, 
Can answer when first they graced the idle sky. 

While I'd rate their near-syzygies tolerably rare, 
I know ethereal balls as bereft of all oral strain.
All sheen but full non-awareness of birth-date, 
Ought to render these speechless vapors vain.

What telescoped forms of dumb orbitings mute
Might imbue with insight in placid images cute
Any salient squinter into thick lens herebelow, 
Where tiptop harps and strung wonders bore? 

Astrologers and their crafty stars will sweat to tell, 
Where and when their augury-warped instincts fell.

Moon Defaced

'The Man in the Moon
Came down too soon,
defaced by space race
and telescoped stares.

The Moon face and myths unmasked
to reveal mere pockmarks and dark blotches.

What is more, Man on the Moon
has scarred the Moon's face forever 
with humanoid stares, enlightenment, 
footprints, flags, graffiti and junk.

For Heaven's sake, let it be.

Joined Worlds

Telescope your love to me
My planet seeks you out
In this and every other world
Viewed in a blur of stars
Swirled on a blanket void in black
Night glancing back through light
Enchanted twinklings flirt with time
Out for a dance, out of focus, turned inside out
A last glance at history once in the making
As is eternity's way to hold the moment fast
Devices set in motion never stop
Long back and forth looks through lenses
It is only you I see when time begins to bend
Feel you through the universe of truth now spent
Never ending clarity telescoped to me from you
I wait for sounds that are not there
How can it be the present under such conditions
Since I can not see into the past to find a future
Where your system ended long ago before my birth
Before your light could reach the Earth

Trees

dusty country road
cocooned by umbrella trees...
home place telescoped

The Illusive Poem

I've walked up and down these city streets
Left my prints along the beach
Searching for that which I need
But seldom is it within reach

Every nook and cranny in my home
Climbed high the mountain top alone
Never sure of where it's gone
The illusive poem

Day and night I will not rest
This poem to find I've made my quest
I've laid it out at my behest
There's nothing needed more than this

I've called up everyone I know
Rang the Vatican in Rome
I will not stop my on the go
Until I find this poem

I've trudged the jungles of the South
More places than I dare to count
And still have yet to figure out
How all this came about

I'll keep on with my keeping on
Never bowing to the loss of hope
Because deep inside one day I know
I will find this poem

I've looked up among the blinking stars
Telescoped Venus and Mars
Held up signs to passing cars
But failed to look deep in the heart

You'd have thought I would have known
The one place I failed to go
That's where it was all along
The illusive poem

Star Bright

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
your light, that I can barely see,
has carved a path from somewhere far,
to travel through the galaxy.

In cobalt seas, your eagerness
has sent your light to touch my face.
Caressing with a tenderness,
until my heart can feel embraced.

Sun passed you by, so brief a glance,
refracted light against the sky.
And soon I have a second chance,
to search for every firefly

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
along with other stars that clone,
your ray of starlight comes so far,
the message clear, precisely honed. 

It hurls through space, with news to share.
With constellations telescoped.
They rise up from a heaven's core,
and bring to earth a glimpse of hope

I'll gather up your brilliant hues.
A starlight garden for my view,
and thank you for the promised news.
I'll wait here, 'til the morning dew



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For Kelly's Contest: Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star
4/23/15

Suncatcher

In gentle breeze, a prism swings,
until each side has felt the sway
It hangs there by a thread of string
while waiting for the sun to play.

Sun passes by, so brief a glance
refracting light from morning skies
And soon my eyes must do a dance, 
entranced by all the butterflies !

Thrown against the wall as dice
Into a million moths that clone
from splintered sunlight, color- spliced,
as clear as ice, precisely honed. 

And as it twirls, more colors soar
With constellations telescoped
They rise up deep from prism's core
as if to make kaleidoscopes.

Walls gather up the rainbow's hue
Stain-glassed winglets for my view
Although I try to catch a few
They fly away, ...while sun does too.


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For Contest Sponsored By Julia Ward
"A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies"

A Gift

A GIFT

You've given me a piece of your soul
Inside a sunken brown envelope written handle with care
As if I was born heavy-handed.

You've telescoped my soul once more
In its caravan on a mountain slope
Stooped by a bulky backpack.

It's good you've frozen that portion of my long journey
I could have missed the sun just because I stooped too low
That I could only see my heavy footsteps.

I've always known when I unwrapped your love
With my crystal-pure letter opener, I’ve trapped a powerful force
That allows me to forge ahead with its timely smiles!

What I just received is a static showcase of dynamic love!

Dalila Agtani
Entered in a contest sponsored by Brian Strand

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