Best Brusquely Poems

What a magical lofty display
In the snowflakes gentle interplay
Now that winter has brusquely arrived.
Teasing tiny squirrels have contrived
Endearing secret places to hide
Rounded precious acorns to abide.
 
Windowpane's faintly show frozen lace
On their enchanted cold glassy face.
Nature smiles at busy birds in flight
During dawning's early morning...

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Super colourful brawl at the bowling green

You should have seen the BLUE today,
Down at the bowling GREEN?
It happened when Old Man MAUVE mistook
What the WHITE ball was meant to mean.

And Mr BROWN, who ran the place,
Seeing what happened, turned a rusty RED,
He stood, fuming with...

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The garrulous, Greek grape gatherers,
Joined joyously with jocund japes,
The olive pickers and Ostrich plucker’s,
Celebrating the seasons success in song.

The querulous quiver of musical quavers,
From a quorum of quality wine quaffer’s
Reverberated robustly round the room,
And resonated rhythmically from the roofs rafters.

An altercation arose amongst some aggressive...

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BIPOLAR
Buoyant joyful spirits
but a garb, tormented
binary mind, prey to
betraying, grave  mood swings.
Brazeness doth  give way
brusquely to despondence;
blues to sadly,  hold sway.
Date Aug 16 2016
Name of contest 
PleiadesB...

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She stared out the bleak window,
the countryside boredom engulfs her thoughts.
He stared out the bleak window,
the countryside boredom engulfs his thoughts.
Two similar souls, lives so different, in the game of love: they are caught.

She who has the innocence of youth,
he who has grown tired of...

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(Bruscamente - brusquely)
     Cupid!   Wingèd cherub warrior
     Pluck this arrow from my heart!
     Pierce one more compliant with your 
     Sweet love potion’s little dart!

(Pesante - sadly)
...

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I am America’s greatest 

living actor.  

 

I commit to every role

so thoroughly and honestly

that you’ve never seen

me break character, never for 

a moment have you lost

your suspension of disbelief.

 

which floor board creaks when

stepped upon on stage?  I

can tell you.  which...

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Like an oyster


Left now only
with a belt of pearls
I peel and palm each lustering orb
whilst whispering your names
reverently,
till the call of dawn  

and this….
after invading your , sometimes,
sacred spaces ,
oh !
so brusquely

but then again…..
you ,
naturally,
like an oyster,
haloed and held
my rough intrusion
deep inside your quivering...

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Fierce thoughts,back and red
Waits the dark quiet creature
Everywhere and out-of-sense
Stays and waits the sting of death.

In the desert sick with heat
Where burnt sand and dust does reek,
Lurks beneath and crawls thereon
The spider-like red scorpion.

Ages dried by hot suns burn,
Brusquely quick, sharply brittle
Forms this skeletonized lizard,
Fear...

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Before scant opportunity
to make amends totally tubular slips away,
I (one generic doubting thomas)
reach out across cyberspace without delay
jumpstarting and kickstarting reflections
linkedin with fifty plus shades of gray
snapchatting and twittering
do you know the way to San Jose?

A random destination
I imaginatively mosey
lackadaisical bridging divide to Oakland,
whereby poor...

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"5778  ????? ?????????" 

Russia Russia, ever
fluffier things 
about Russia Russia

including no excuse 
how Trump 
rushes after those

who oppose him
so brusquely 
on Rosh Hashanah....

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*Henry Ford developed plastic from soybeans for cars. It degrades! 



Art As Activism II

Imagine no longer the sounds of seagulls squawking                       
or splashing...

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Take a pot, heat it hot.
Scratch it dry.
Scrape up any brown, dry left-over bits.
Check the sides as well.
Sniff the seance of conjured smells.
Imbibe the well-up of wafting aromas.
OK, now, dry-run done, you've begun.

Note: To cook this soup, make your own stuff up, 
nothing packaged, tinned,...

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Did you hear me call?
I stood on the portico
Repeatedly called your name, 
You had turned away
Before I was calling you,
You turned fast, walked away.

I shall not call you -- 
You have brusquely turned away,
Now you must follow your heart
I no longer care,
You have killed my...

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I saw the swifts again today,
High on the wing and weaving the crags to the clouds.

I watched them last from my Fall lawn,
Flickering between fantasy and truth,
And whistling their secrets to the wind.  

They’d vanished brusquely with the cold,
Disappearing from the dusk goodbyes as...

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