Best Sward Poems

My poem is patterned after John Crowe Ransom's "Blue Girls." I suppose you could call it a parody. His poem appears below mine.


Styling in your...

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Flanders: Summer 1920
 
The summer zephyr softly grooms
The golden ripening barley field
Makes gentle waves of feathered plumes
And earth by nature’s hand is healed

Mere two years...

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Locked in my cabin I can bare to think
   turn to the rocks and let it smash and sink,
    ...

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Our religious institutions 
Are now filled with spiritual prostitution
Worshiping dollar bills
Instead of the one whose blood spilled.
Preachers administer biblical laxatives
Making many thin
Where is the Holy...

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His day was shattered when Harrison Ford,

   Crashed his plane on the golf course sward!

      Thankfully, he escaped...

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Now
I dream
Aimlessly
Always searching
Looking, seeking yet
Never finding
My lost love
Gone long
Ago
Eyes
So deep
So tranquil
Soft and gentle
Yet full of such mirth
And happiness
Joy was found
In her
Eyes
Black
Silken
Flowing hair
Framing a face
Delicate and...

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Paul Celan (1920 in Cernauti, Romania  - 1970 in Paris) was a poet and translator. Paul
Antschel was born into a Jewish family in Romania,...

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Pen is a silent friend

Pen is a silent friend,
Its power is greater than......

The storm and the thunder, the waves of the sea
The weapons of destruction,...

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Tranquil day, Spring on the flood, 

birds busy with their careworn caution  

just see how their skills unite to feed 

and stay the course...

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Black gold, velvet beauty rose bud
			
Lost in thy dreams you carry   
 		
Found dying in mourning flood	
	
Glancing upon your last stanza’s guard 	
	
Silent...

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The sun it shone on sky deep blue
today the birds on wing,did sing,
sculptured trees tried on their clothes of green
sprinkles of Spring peeked  through...

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A mist is coming off the dishwasher sea,
Noon daylight is wearing thin,
A dormouse rustles last year’s leaves
The village sward shines verdant green
So much is done,...

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DREAM  OF  HARMONY  WITH   NATURE


I was four  and green, wet behind the ear,
And legs  damp below  the...

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It is awe, but another day of doing of non pleasure.
For the pleasurable is not of reach.
Yet, it is the unforbidden fruit of my work...

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Spring is coming soon  - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long....

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