Best Grazing Poems
~ with the glasses of love - always on the hunt - my first kiss ~
03/09/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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My Most Unforgettable Moment in HighSchool
Sponsored by: JCB Burl
14 syllables
1st place in the contest
clouds shadows on the
ground where animals lay about
grazing on the grass
Clouds rest on Oak trees
Lumpy feather beds billow
Horses graze in snow
Dark-colored prince in his
prime
Strolls amidst summer
heralds
As he masticates
Thrill takes me away
His streamline hairs curve
downward
As they drench in
nature's touch
Sharp dark eyes dart in
degrees
Amidst green grasses
For Carol Brown's
contest: ‘A horse story’
Spring came back today
With sunshine and sliver clouds
Over the forest's frindge
Red deer celebrate the day
Grazing on shiny fresh green
The Earth is groveled by her own soul.
With her skull welting on the sky, as all.
Affixes the omissions in her memory.
Together with people and greenery.
The grass lies behind shuck's pole.
In a casket placed of ivory, there is a soul.
Below the moon, earn merely terms of clay
Midmost of the arid desert, it holds sway.
That which dozes like a dead man.
Barrows covered by boulders pan
Throne room games with the guard.
In the moonlight, drunk and scared.
The last to fall bide the written word.
It's when the power starts to rise as a sword.
Down the thick integument of the subsoil.
The sky is about to become a little turmoil.
And the moan of the shrub eyelash.
The saddle on Grasshopper flash.
The comb of a bird of the wilderness.
Its rainbow side is drowsy and restless.
Then achromatic milk up to his shoulders.
As Adam leaves Eden and the field he enters
Relieving the bird as well as the stone.
The power to speak aloud and shone.
He redid himself as they tethered in bed.
Terms that lead your heart to skip dread.
And now he is in a state of madness.
Loving, like a soul, into the grass.
7TH PLACE WINNER
Written: April 20, 2022
Anything You Want - New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
THE MORNING WINDOW FRAMED,
A VIEW, FOR GAZING, GRAZING
A GENTLE PASTURE SLOPING,
AND CLAD IN GRASSES WAVING TO THE SKY
YELLOW AND PURPLE FLOWERS
ENDOWED WITH TRANQUILLITY
WILD ORCHIDS THE BEST
ALL
ALLEVIATE THE NEEDS OF BEES
AND CREEPING CRAWLING CREATURES
Who FEED THE FLITTING CHAFFINCHES
AS SWIRLING SWALLOWS IMPRESS
THE RHUBARB PATCH SNUGGLES
BEFORE THE BUSH LINE,
THAT SEPARATES THE BAY AND LOCH
FROM, WHICH A MIGHTY ROCK
STRADDLES, BEFORE THE EYE,
WANDERS TO A BLUE
AND CLOUD PILLOWED SKY
THIS STATIC ROCK OF PEAT, TREES
STONE WALLED FIELDS
OF DIFFERENT GREENS
THAT APPEARS
STILL
BUT CHANGES ALL THE TIME
WHITE DOTS OF COTTAGES
ON LAKE AND LEA
YOU SIT AND WAIT
FOR THINGS ALIVE
YOU LOOK AWAY
FOR TEA AND A SMILE
OR CRAIC irish chat
ALL ABUNDANT HERE
RETURN TO GAZE, AND AMAZE
THE MIST HAS DROPPED
AND An ISLAND HAS APPEARED
GRAVITY PROPELLED IN WELLIES
THROUGH FIELD AND BUSH
BY SHALLOW BAY ARRESTED
A ROTTED RED AND HEIDE BLUE,
BOAT ATTESTS
TO THE LAPSTREAKE BEAUTY
CODDLED OVER THERE
BLUE AND FLUFFY WHITE
REFLECTED IN SANDY
TRANSPARENT HUES
FRAMED BY ROCKS
STACKED IN ROWS
CAPPED BY POSTS WIRE HELD
FISH RINGS ENDOWED
CLOUDS IN BAY PROPELLED
AND ALL, IN PASSING FRATERNITY.
Wind blows through the air
Grazing the grass as it goes
Flowing through the breeze
Bird fly to the sky
Through the garden structure: Thud!
Conservatory
I traverse by a grassy field
where the cattle forage on its yield
2020 January 05
grazing forever
on crass commercialism
even in the grass
Oh, Santa where did you go?
I am so lost and do not know which way to flow.
Reindeers, can you hear me?
Are you grazing under a Christmas tree?
It's me, your singing Elf,
I am walking the snowy streets all by myself.
I am cold, I am lost, I just want to go home,
North Pole I would call you but I have no phone.
As I hum and sing my Christmas song,
It is very hard to be strong.
Oh, Santa where did you go?
This singing Elf wants to go home.
Oh, Santa where did you go?
This singing Elf wants to go home.
Date 12/24/2019
GRAZING MOUNTAIN SIDES-
favorable mount
a coarse, strong grasses reaching
into the timbers
8/22/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Wandering around the orchard
On Billy Bulson’s Farm
Grazing on the windfall
And doing no harm
Apples, pears damson plums
All waiting to be found
Under the trees
Lying on the ground
When we’ve had enough
The next little treat
Into the kitchen garden
For something sweet
Raspberries, strawberries
Currants both black and red
Or for a little change
A sweet gooseberry instead
Me and Jilly Bulson
Savouring the joy
Of long summer holidays
Just a little girl and boy
Wandering around the orchard
On Billy Bulson’s Farm
Grazing on the windfall
And doing no harm
For this you see I'm falling asleep;
On these the golden fields;
Beneath the sun above the clouds;
Silent rises beset noise;
Congregational life praise hands loud;
Dawning glories burdens poise;
Shouts of jubilee roars;
Like a lion on his prowl;
Nursing timid giraffes soars;
Leap forth over gall they scowl;
==Jungle path nature grazing
Sun bright shine in lions hazing--