Flanking Poems

Snippets of Spring vol 3

Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…strewn..rocks hewn embossing...marbling and moss flossing

Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush

Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field

Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells 

Stacked cumulus collage..shield montage cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage

Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring cannily hung faces.. shapes...far flung places

Strife is rife..resurrection introspection survival..brings carnival of retrieval

New things...nothing can rival..primal primeval revival..Spring sings life!

The River

One of life’s sunshine days 
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen 
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance 
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down  
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades 
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light 
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven

DECLARATIVE UNIT newman zip

The
metaphysical
of
human scale
   counts

spectral closeness
  centirely
of colour
 flanking form
in
extreme
   asymmetry
lateral
    inflections

continuity
 presence
of verticals
with
unshakable
&unfastened
by
zips
 of
speed &energy
in
areas
&planes
subtly inflected
   monochromatic
 partitions
textured
& with
irregular effect
in
visual tension

 of
  contrasting colors

View From The Cup

I drank my coffee
Then jumped in the cup
To see the cool views
From inside, looking up

I imagined rowed teeth
Flanking a tongue
Pink and juicy like
Gooey bubblegum

And fronted by lips
Both lined and puckered
Smacking themselves
Like plump bloodsuckers

But fortunately
That was all made up
Except for the part
Where I jumped in the cup

The cup didn’t grow
Instead I turned teeny
The size of a tack
Like a lamped genie

I did see bright sky
Without a rainbow
That was suddenly
Dimmed by a shadow

But there was real fear
When I was picked up
For someone was going
To fill up the cup

I wanted to scream
But hadn’t a voice
So small in that cup
Of black Taster’s Choice

How could I survive
In a caffeine sea
I was to drown from
Curiosity

But then remembered
Though remained unseen
We had no more coffee
In cans nor as beans

I rejoiced with glee
But then in a blink
Was poured down a drain
And looked up from the sink

Which may seem hopeless
But it was part two
Of the next task that
I was going to do

A Sportscar day in Florida

I'm often asked by friends afar
What was that bright and shining star
That led me to this place of joy
To truly savor this, my rather special toy.

Was it the palm trees swaying in the breeze,
The cheeky Pelicans skimming waves with ease,
Florida's sun beaming brightly morn to dusk,
No need of taking weather Gods to task.

Miles of sand flanking the beach side road,
Reflections of my sportscar sleek and broad,
Cutting the air with startling grace
A glorious rumble heralding its pace.

Heads turning then blinded by the sheen,
A glimpse of Its lustrous body powerful and lean,
What better way to pass a perfect day
So far from all that usual fray.

Harmony and peace can come in many forms,
No need to heed convention, stated norms,
This passion shared by us the few,
Underneath that sky of blinding blue.

Cold Winter Is Not Forever

Within the oak tree, I have settled here
Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves.
My chirping song is heard roosting from top;
Can you see me; beguiling is the day.
Inherent nature's rhyme, a placid scene.
Winter has passed its chilling visit.
Spring with twelve hours daylight, nights my shortest.
I am three years old with reddish-orange breast,
Unbound and quintessential of them all.
Tugging squirmy earthworms out of the ground.

Cherubic is the flanking mockingbird
Has alone flown away now is silent.
I rule the passing hours of night and day.

Good-bye, good-bye the fiddle months last flit.
Summer nearly done, Autumn outburst late
With fruit bayberry, cherry, pyracanth;
Around the lattice to set pudgy grapes
Budding flowers for fructifying bees.

Lingering on a branch plume with winter
First snow my wings are spread quickly, fly off.
A glow of warmth I bring on winter's day!

1/27/2023

Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley

Denizens of the Low Country

Where the sandhill cranes gather,
I stand and watch the swans preen
In the morning sun near the bridge
Alone, except for a circling vulture
All denizens of the lowland culture,
Passing high over the flanking ridge
A red-tail hawk hereabout rarely seen
Above the warm, crystal blue water.

written February 19, 2022
(Using the reverse rhyme scheme
which I have discovered in so many
of my poems:  abcddcba)

I Was Wrong

These three seldom spoken words, "I was wrong,"
can numb the sting of emotional pain.
But our egos balk at playing along
and accepting blame; we are far too vain.

We've convinced ourselves that we're always right,
and it angers us to suggest we're not.
Such arrogance often leads to a fight;
stubborn hearts bear the scars of battles fought.

We won't admit that we spoke out of place,
for it's inconceivable; we're at fault.
And we will defend our lies, face to face,
flanking the truth with a verbal assault.

"I was wrong" gets replaced with "I love you,"
blurring the distinction between the two.

Robin

Within the oak tree, I have settled here
Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves.
My chirping song is heard roosting from top;
Can you see me; beguiling is the day.
Inherent nature's rhyme, a placid scene.
Spring with twelve hours daylight, nights my shortest.
I am six years old with reddish-orange breast,
Unbound and quintessential of them all.
Tugging squirmy earthworms out of the ground.

Cherubic is the flanking mockingbird
Has alone flown away now is silent.
I rule the passing hours of night and day.

Good-bye, good-bye the fiddle months last flit.
Summer nearly done, Autumn outburst late
With fruit bayberry, cherry, pyracanth;
Around the lattice to set pudgy grapes
Budding flowers for fructifying bees.

Lingering on a branch plume with winter
First snow my wings are spread quickly, fly off.
A glow of warmth I bring on winter's day!


7/25/2020

I am a Robin 
 142 words

Inside--Out

Can there be a top
  without a bottom

A beginning
  without an end

A middle
  without two flanking sides

Reality
  without pretend

Can you stop
  what’s never started

Can you die
  before you live

Can you see the truth
  without the lie

Can you change
  —what’s never been

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The River

The River 
 
One of life’s sunshine days 
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen 
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance 
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down  
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades 
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light 
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven

Sumac Bursting

sumac bursting
with fiery glow
flanking highways



posted on October 30, 2018

Love of Nature

Tall trees flanking a leaf laden path
Rustling under my feet as I walk
Sun and shadow leading my way ahead
As waking bird’s chatter and squawk
The smell of the moss on dew laden ground
In a blanketed forest long overgrown
There silence and contentment can be found
And peace be felt as I walk alone
When from the forest a meadow is found
Fields of flowers wave in the breeze
And rise to the sun as morning breaks
Over the tops of surrounding trees
A concert of nature plays out each day
As ever so quietly I walk on my way!

Winter's Frosty Breath

When morning dew morphs into fog,
a milky murkiness shades day.
And grey clouds adopt muted hues,
as squirrels stash acorns away.

As Autumn stretches past its prime,
twilight inks dusk in shades of night.
And the rays of a scarlet sun
paint frosted panes with colored light.

It's time to bid Autumn adieu
and welcome Winter's frosty breath.
For to transform the land anew,
She'll beautify the dregs of death.

As Winter's winds begin to stir,
songbirds are lost to migration.
And crystalline flakes flanking Her;
flutter in anticipation.

The River

One of life’s sunshine days 
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen 
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance 
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down  
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades 
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light 
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven

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