Short Bayles Poems
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icicles on gutters
glisten in light
of early morning
reflections of sun
when sitting alone
my dreams of spring
morning stillness
I sit at my table
and look out the window
after rain
the sun pokes through clouds
waking dreams
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bed sheets
thrown off
early light
restless cat
wanders room
morning call
lines scribed
on blank page
first breath
a heavy fall of snow
restless I stay inside
and look out the window
my future waits
for the melt
another time and place
the
cold spell
morning sleeps
I dream of spring
north winds sweep the yard
fir branches dance and sway
with eyes closed I dream of spring
an unpacked suitcase is sitting in my room
the quiet side street in front of the house broken
the sky outside my window a highway to the stars
words i put on page
shared with librarian
at information desk
find new meanings
when read between lines
friendship defined
Bite Size Poem
May 20, 2023
Elements
hills
surround me
as I drive
quiet conversations
forest
endless spread
of fauna and trees
breathes
lakes
morning’s
reflection [of]
sun
after night
morning write
early sun
day begun
new breath taken
I awaken
words dance on page
I awaken
new breath taken
day begun
early sun
morning write
after night
*footle palindrome form
trinkets stored
remembered
when
the box opens
a swath of cloth
a button
the thread
tying memories
together
tying memories
the thread
a button
a swath of cloth
the box opens
when
remembered
trinkets stored
clouds cast shadows
rain here, snow elsewhere
winds from the north
today
I sleep in, then write
verse to share
my love
I wish she was here
my love
verse to share
I sleep, in then write
today
winds from the north
rain here, snow elsewhere
clouds cast shadows
soft reflections
after rain
cardinals dance
the refrigerator hums
time whispers
not quite spring
I write a poem
my friend
she waits for me
my friend
I write a poem
not quite spring
time whispers
the refrigerator hums
cardinals dance
after rain
soft reflections
a flourish of birdsongs
the new sun glows
through haze in the sky
i stand behind the house
a day of my becoming
something more
or less of myself
a moment of reflection
a poem of mine
longs to be written
line and verse
this day
when everything
is ending
everything begins
She lives just down the street from everyone.
Older couples like to talk about her over coffee.
She is the salt of the earth, golden shafts of wheat
waving in wind. She walks her dog, and it sits.
Lines from Everyone's Sister by Mike Bayles
Liberum Divisa Poetry Contest
September 5, 2021
Early in the summer
my classmates and I gathered outside
for a rededication ceremony.
A priest blessed a new bench
and we promised we would
find and replace a memorial stone
while
a younger class
who embraced their youth
shouted and laughed
running in and out
of the high school—
theirs for the weekend.
I discover its doors are locked
this white two-story old home
a lady I once knew occupied.
Now I find out she’s moved.
She told me she moved back here
as if she could reclaim her life
but to old friends a stranger.
Words unsaid linger in still air.
Some Kind of Mystery Contest
Sponsor: Netta Onclaud
January 13, 2026
the lake where they hid
a memory
their song
sublimated
a cattail beaten
remnants taken by wind
a semi roars past
someone calls progress
someone says
ninety percent chance of rain
someone says
dance barefoot through puddles
a murder of crows shadows skies
someone looks to the sun
the sun reflects
faceless waters
let the poem whisper
give dreams voice
bring forth words in your head
let them dance
on page
give dreams voice
lingering in your heart
let them dance
as you awaken
in morning light
lingering in your heart
whispers of love
as you awaken
let them sing and shout
behold your creation
*off-sonnet/pantoum form
restless perceptions lie
in shadows they stir
in moments of silence words stir
as they wait to take form
the house is still
but it breathes
outside the window
a yard light shines a star
in the back of the house
a quiet side street
notes jotted down in haste
wait for the morning light
a love poem to be written
waits to be shared
Sharp voices fade
when I close my eyes
so many dreams lie inside
he can’t see.
He can’t see
lingering lines
as they long for paper
and they long to be.
They long to be
poems and stories
and I hear music
and raise my arms.
And raising my arms
I want to swirl around the room
like a summer storm
so free to move
over open prairie land.
I answer the morning’s call
under the endless sky
a touch of the sun’s gold
on the mirrored face of a pond
by the highway as the land rises
from shadows a promise
of day as I drive
through the countryside
driving from Madison
to my assignment
my life unfolds in silence
and I’m bearing my age
but I embrace the moment
as if my life’s just begun
december clouds
While driving to a meeting
I took in the scenes
as bare fields rolled
past the window of my car.
through pale skies
I took in stories
of guests on Public Radio
as if they were mine
and let my thoughts drift.
landscape of dreams
Strung along the highway
plots of land resting
passed onto children
spoke of a father’s love.
her presence at first sight
an illumination
something I didn’t understand
she stirred imagination
a current ran through my body
and whatever stirred
was beyond comprehension
an angel, perhaps
I watched
as she checked into my life
and disappeared without a word
but she lingered in my mind
a constant stirring
until the next time
when I said hello
Forget the night’s storm
when you get out of bed.
Forget lightning and thunder
the way the house trembled
Forget your deepest fears
that the world would end,
Open your eyes.
Embrace the kiss
of fresh air.
Revel in the sight
of the early sun.
Welcome the reflections
of drops on succulent grass—
o how a touch of rain
brings new life.
(Folding mirror form)