Short Barn Poems
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some people think us rowdy
we greet them with a howdy
and once in our barn
they get a tall yarn
and some apple pan dowdy.
The stray
kittens
Meeting
At the
Red barn
Rolling on
Balls of
Green and
Purple yarn
Pouncing on
The tapioca
Scent of
A catnip
Moon
swallows'
cobalt blue glistens
as they dart catching insects
at dawn against foggy creek rise
freedom to be alive
two brothers
one on a ladder
the other one holding it
can you see anything
maybe a cow or a dinosaur or a space creature
sounds good to me!
Mustn't slow down
headed crosstown
To a barn made of lodgepole pine.
There's a showdown
at the hoedown
Where we dance with cows and swine.
iridescent wings
along with orange bellies . . .
sky sweepers soaring
the sharp warning cry
when a nest of birds I spy . . .
barn swallows dive-bomb
she watches the stars
embraced by warm evening air
a barn owl screeches
For: Owl Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
October 14, 2021
The sign on the barn door
Says 'Not a Good Neigh-bor'
I speak, of course,
of a dam ~ hoarse
______________________
a 'dam' is a female parent
horse, (of course)
Barn Raising
Dr. James E. Martin
©November, 2013
The barn was quickly raised.
The crowd was simply amazed.
They later were confused,
No one was amused,
As the barn was speedily razed.
clucking, chortling life
pecking the dust, without strife…
chicken scratches dirt
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
March 14, 2022
Barn owl
silently swoops
spreading its wings, talons
wide with striking impact snatching
its prey.
2/2/2020
Modern Or Traditional Cinquain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Barn owl lands on the soft grass
With a giant whump
Scaring away mice and chipmunks
They scatter in many directions
A garter snake was not as lucky
He gets carried off in giant talons
Lunch for owlets
When in doubt write a poem about love
Can't go wrong, it creates an indescribable buzz
The appeal is world-wide
You're in it for the ride
Especially if it's behind the barn and your first crush
Looking around with my mind/
With remote viewing/
I see a lady/
She turn on/
Her computer screen/
She beams and smiles/
At the red barn/
On her computer screen/
I smile with her/
Because, I understand life/
My chicken has been flickin'
Her feathers in the hay
The cattle waged a battle
In their field the other day
A turkey feeling perky
Jumped up and ran away
Feeling daft, I laughed and laughed,
That's all I've got to say.
The old barn
condemned;
fresh wood
for creative juices;
carved and whittled into
the most refined
picture frames,
you’ve ever
ever imagined
to don
a fine portrait...
condemned
to a new life.
Her wild barn owl fantasy started in the middle of the night
But while she was dreaming, two boys came into sight
One was carrying a teddy bear, which was trailing behind.
Don’t lose your baby! I called out, for this dream was mine!
Yellow jackets biting, stinging
legs running from pain.
Spirit dance, chasing, screaming,
echoing from inside my body.
Was that me screaming?
Arms flailing, puppy snapping,
Run legs! leave the hay
Until another day.
Too much pain today.
Yarn In A Barn
While we were spinning a big ball of yarn,
What before my eyes did appear in a barn
Was weird;
Always feared;
Worn shirt with a tare did have to darn.
You could be like Trump telling stories
while spinning a yarn.
Jim Horn
Glorious and beautiful bikes of the past
With their many stories of achievement and
Fun
Waiting in my barn
Decaying
And
Collecting dust
Strewn in heaps
Of neglect
While
Remembering
And
Discussing their glory
Awaiting in stillness
The
End of time
In silent air on silent wing
the deadly flight to one will find
unwelcome communion in the gloom
that hails the never-ending night
The heart shaped face belies the truth
imparting spiritual grace
a beating heart then nothing more
a flash of white then empty space
October evening, gold and gray
Storm clouds gather up above
Winds will whisper, trees will sway
With barn owls and with mourning doves
October evening, gray and gold
Soon the lantern shall be lit
And hoards of specters, young and old
Like moths, will all be drawn to it.
"constructing
an area to convey
the thoughts of many
sight for those
who want a world to be impressed
by the landscape of doing
they shall come and see
the sights that will make them
stand in this place and humble themselves
to the worship of people
manifested by the godman
who constructed it!"
Once it was colored an autumnal red
now it is a russet prop for the sunset.
The land has stacked evening around it,
mellow dusks have laid down decades,
of plowed-up shadows.
Seen against an ebbing horizon,
the barn blooms beyond its timbers,
its fading form fills-in the blush
of a half-painted sky.
Old barn
The antique picture on my wall
While on left field
My memory twice to conceal
The Olive Branch
Just a braid of grass keeping the peace
While in my plain eyes view
This is what I do
Living my life within the picture frame this antique barn is surreal
11/30/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021