I heard a rustling in the night.
It gave me such a terrible fright.
"Is there a monster under my bed?"
Nope—just my silly cat, Fred!
Russell Brand, is in the hour.' God has changed this man.'
The Spirit Holy..' Much more than humans see.' Will hold
Him.' And guide him, just pray and try to understand.? Even
All against God." Give Glory to the Lord..As His time draws
Near.! Repent or His judgement, will be most severe!!
The rustle of bushes means what
a squirrel in search of a nut --
something more sinister
awaits the inquisitor
dreamless leaf’s twilight rustle...
last mile requiem
August : 13, 2020
Contest : 2-Line Poem-Ziket
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
lavish tapestry of forest
freed whispers to the wind
seedling bursts of inspiration
stir me to skip a breath
insight the gift I recognize
hushed voices to my ear
opulence derives from within
as rustle do the leaves
Tribute to Octavio Paz "There, within, inside my head, the tree speaks" – The Tree Within
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 23, 2019 for contest CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE sponsored by NETTE ONCLAUD - RANKED 5TH
Paper rustle of your lips
is not needed to her really,
You're a knight, but your heart weeps,
You were brave, why are you thrilling?
You would strip your zealous sword,
But there are no foes in moment,
It would sing and say a word
loudly-loudly without torment.
And your ballads have no sense,
You're not worthy for the beauty,
All your deeds don't give a chance,
Take it easy, slave of duty.
Because love does not take out
sword that's frozen in the scabbard,
Hear, how useless pure souls shout,
You are hero in worn tabard.
No one's happy to your flags,
Courage now must be forgotten,
Ballads die, they lie in wrecks,
Paper burns, the flame is gotten.
All will pass, they're angry, rude,
There's no point for her crying,
Drown out tubes, put on your hood,
She won't answer to your trying.
And no matter if heart weeps,
Here are many who're no thrilling,
Paper rustle of your lips
won't confess: I love you, really.
awake early morn
a rustle in my ivy
adventurous cat
Leaves now rustle beneath my feet
As autumn gusts and blows,
No vestige of summer's heat
How I wished it though.
As autumn gusts and blows
All is bare and stark.
Not a leaf upon a branch,
No flowers in the park.
All is bare and stark
As winter comes a' calling.
Soon to leave her signature,
When snowflakes start a' falling.
As winter comes a' calling,
No vestige of summer's heat.
Autumn's remnants fell to earth,
Leaves now rustle beneath my feet.
Entry for LATE OCTOBER PREMIERE CONTEST any theme
Any form,max of 25 lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
22/10/2017. Placed 2nd.
rattling,
soft and muffled,
rustling, warns of trouble
stealthily sneaking up on you.
Watch Out!
Singing with the radio,
I tap the steering wheel
in time with the music.
I smile in anticipation,
visualize myself dressed
in the new threads.
The light flares green,
no time to stop.
Wordless, her eyes beg.
Her toothless smile is sad,
her hands still, but for the cross
she traces on her narrow breast.
I feel her pain,
a knife-thrust deep.
The sign beside her
spells her fear.
Shame becomes my cloak;
my empty purse mocks
as packages rustle
on the back seat.
The wind rustles through the boughs and branches
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