Best Trio Poems

an old apple tree
where a house stands abandoned . . .
limbs with empty nests

hanging from the tree -
a child’s swing from long ago 
swaying in fall’s breeze

scattered on the ground
round the trunk of the old tree . . .
red, ripened apples...

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end of the deluge
a brush dipped in pastel hues
wipes away sky’s tears

God’s promise to man -
not a gift with bow on top. . . . 
just the bow itself

in rain’s aftermath
a second arc streaks the sky. . . . 
I stand all amazed

For Skat's Favorite...

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“Hope springs eternal”
a wise elder said to me
I never forgot
a strong cornerstone of faith
hope is found when needed most

I did not “find God”
faith was always part of me
in good times or bad
faith allows us to feel love
even for those who are foes

love is amply strewn
by...

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The Birds and the Bees

A “Closely-Knit” Trio

The macho
He-man
Entered the
Bar to
Inspect the local female population
Red-
Dressed,
Sultry “ladies” sat
And sipped wine
Not giving him one glance
Drawing closer
To a trio of
High-heeled
Enticing “women”
Big Joe tried to
Engage one in conversation
Evasively she lit a cigar and said,
“Sorry, but our threesome suits us just...

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The One

Lilies were lifting
white faces up to the sun.
I gazed up at him
as he leaned down to kiss me. . . 
He - a white knight - was the one.

White - A Love Story

White was the blanket on which we lay
under the clouds of that...

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I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.

Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their...

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HOPEFUL TRIO

the first hint of spring
cannot be put into words
no special color
it is the song of the wind
softly breezing warmth and hope

hint
of spring
gentle breeze
come from somewhere
stings but warms your cheek
the northern god is tired
labored very hard this year
there is no pity in his voice
sister sun...

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A Rhyme on a Free Verse Poet

Her poetry has brevity and also clarity.
I really like her free verse done that way.
Like miniature free verse too are her haiku.
Often so amazing are they!
From “Kisses” to “Wishes” to “One Serene Morning;”
From “New Year” to “Afternoon Fun,”
The poems...

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**Poetess and Pen*


     Thoughts need warm firelight.
     To get them red, hot glowing.
     Sizzling and star bright.

     Rub my stiff shoulders.
     So my pen and I smolder,
     Writing hot boulders.

     Past and present,prance.
     Bossa Nova style they dance.
 ...

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wind sets leaf dancing
waving up and down on twig
pulls and tugs it loose


whipping up water
into colourful bubbles
spraying them afar


scuttling  clouds racing
across the endless blue sky
leaving wisps behind...

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the heart of a prince
beats a rhythm of passion
his reign of purple

jellyfish frozen
In Technicolor beauty
the glassy ocean

in my crystal dream
sailing ripples of a sea
stained in blues and greens


Written 5/28/2016 for Skat's Glass Art Haiku Contest
Based on pictures #5, 7 and 8 (see above)

JOINED POETRY SOUP...

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Gum trees line the road
To long outback red paddock
To my father's house

Olive green Gum leaves
On wind-swept red-sandstone hills
Flick like Brumby tails

Eucalypt tree leaves 
Are food for our koala's
Round our Billabong





© Brenda V Northeast 23/Jan,/2012    for Linda- Marie’s haiku contest...

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A TRISTICH TRIO
an unexpected guest arrives,
the daily routine is upset-
cancer leaves its calling card
........
tears begin to fall.
emotion becomes a flood-
a cataract of regret flows
.......
a realisation dawns,
fleeting thoughts crystallize-
as 'as is' moment of hope is born

TRISTICH IS A PARALLEL VERSE(Inspired by Hebrew Biblical parallels) it comprises...

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Hear Me, O Muse, no moos or cluckings, muckings or horns of fog

Do sound the clamoring claxons of the bardics that be written by William McGonagal o’ the Bog,

That Laird of Lamentations Disastrous, that Scot Wha’ Hey Nonny Nonny,

Laureate of the quite awful woeful grueful...

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in the corners of my mind
dusty piles of letters
	   and words
I’m trying to sweep
into a manageable
             meaningful
	          mass

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raindrops
like inked letters
falling through mind
onto...

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