Best Brisk Poems

The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
and too gentle zephyr of mortality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.

My mind reels with the thrill of whiteout blinds
buffeted by green field sentimentality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds.

Exciting the throng, leather football winds.
Gruff padded...

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It's another Sunday morning
Almost Thanksgiving and brisk
Dontcha just love optimists
Brisk 
The sun is shining 
The rhody's leaves are wide open
Clouds are everywhere
Trying their damndest to thwart the sun
The blue patches are spreading rapidly
Puddles from last nights storm
Reflect the coming brightness
A few still clinging maple leaves
Shiver...

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Afford the time:
Bring body-mind;
Reveal swift chimes,
Indulge feet finds;
Sense pulse that moves,
Keep fitness scheme.
Walk and fit grooves,
Arrive full steam;
Learn to let go,
Keep feet stretching.
Hurl and then flow,
Ends fit sweating;
Rich pulse filling,
Etch happenings.




Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore...

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He came into this world holding nothing more than his hand high
His voice sounded erupted upon the ceiling in a thunderous cry
While every muscle tensed from his  forehead to the bottom of his thigh
This boy, soon the man,would experience what this world would deny

All...

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Stepping out onto the not-so-bustling street,
I feel a cold nip in the air radiate a shiver down my spine.
There is an emptiness to the evening.
It is an emptiness one experiences on a brisk autumn evening.

The ambiance is muffled and static.
Hardly a whisper could be heard...

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The driving rain falls

                        like bristles of a old comb,

            ...

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The air is here, whistling
Gently brushes my eyes
And twirls about to sing.

The grass is spritely and soft
While bluebells sip froth's juice,
Till petals glide aloft.

I race on fields undone;
With rhythm on my toes
Sweeping a frolic run.

This morning sway so sweet
Like chorus of dawn's hymn
In time with...

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Two men tall, 
one from here
and one from there,

in raincoats
at a bus stop,
pace and stare.

One of them 
is soaked in tea,
brisk man from Jaipur

who semaphores 
an anthracitic glare.
To barter for a smile

an alien’s obeisance
he, no fawn, 
refuses. 

The other man,
white cane and dog,
doesn’t seem to...

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Brisk Man from Jaipur


Two men tall, 
one from here
and one from there,

in raincoats
at a bus stop,
pace and stare.

One of them 
is soaked in tea,
brisk man from Jaipur

who semaphores 
an anthracitic glare.
To barter for a smile

an alien’s obeisance
he, no fawn, 
refuses. 

The other man,
white cane and...

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When the sun emerges
in the terrace  brisk daisy
 content solfeges...

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A brisk walk in the morning 
Is good for human's thinking, 
Mental wellness it will bring....

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A brash bright sun of lily snow,     a ray
of rainbow charm! His shadow form would pass —
gray moon with soulful past, waist bows to pray.
No luck — this chump — lays dandy cloak for lass.

Both braids to climb, not charming work...

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Heart full filled with sweet 
belle of the ball
 dish in the sink
amongst the china
 peach of the bowl
embraceable
sweet nectar luster divine
simply tart
brisk REVELANT
for children young at
-heart-
 
 

12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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Dancing leaves
Swaying trees
Autumn time is here

Air is crisp
Wind is brisk
Gusts from far and near

Leaves fall steady
Like confetti
Faster than they grew

Gold and brown
All around
Moist from morning dew

Harvests high
Wheat and rye
Squash and pumpkins accrued

Blackbirds flee
Squirrels spree
Storing winter food

Scads of fun 
In gentle sun
Best time of the year

Dancing...

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I was listening to some songs of love
On my way home from work
It was dark
And cold
I just had my little phone flashlight
No coat
And about two miles of hills ahead of me

And it turns out
When you ride your bike
In the cold
With songs of love
And at night
They...

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