Short Bevy Poems

A bevy of gulls in a sea-fowl cloud
In fellowship,squabble,whispering loud.

An American doublet...

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A long lost uncle has suddenly died
Leaving me a treasure that staggers the eyes
A mansion imposing
But therein disclosing
A bevy of horny fillies, I began to cry...

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Jim was suave, sophisticated, two notches above debonair
his appreciative entourage band followed his lead;
bevy of giggling ladies followed him from town to town
trying to grab his saxophone...

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~~bevy of bouquets~~


branches bearing buds

    beautiful boughs blossoming

           ... bevy of bouquets




for Chris Aechtner's "Alliterative Haiku" contest
written march 1st , 2011...

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Such a commotion; a cackling cacophony of hens.

My neighbors chickens, trained to obey on command; colorful bevy of beauties.

Yard bird narrow-faces; never the least bit boring....

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A bevy of censures,
to hit and strike back

Each written reprisal
to ward off attack

A mother-son warning,
once truant come true

Her words now my weapons
—to kill and renew

(Beaupre: February, 2021)...

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Like a bevy of swallows released from a fountain
    the pageantry of a balloon race set in the mountains

  A throng of graduates hurling blue caps in the air 
    ~ so, too, passion's first kiss in a fairy-tale affair...

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You clipped my wings
You cured my flirt
You blinded my sight
From bevy of beauties.

I'm a toy in your palm
Administered unto your wish
And, like powerful Samson
I'm doomed!

Love,
Sweet bait
Covering a naked hook
The cemetary of my life....

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boisterous beekeeper was bathed, bound and belted.
besieged by bevy of beauties whose beeswax was melted.
fickle, frantic, frolicking friendly freedom, freshly felted.
persnickety, lickety-splickety personified, pointed and pelted.
On a sweaty, snarly summers eve swiggled, swayed and swelted....

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I fled the kiln
of the house
where ceramic floors
bake like focaccia bread.
My haven is a bench
in the shade of an oak,
praying for a breeze.
A bevy of bees hover
over blushing jasmine 
and scarlet lilies,
dousing me with honey
in July's sticky air
as my finger
culls a drowned earwig
from my glass of iced tea....

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Listen to poem:

*Image of Fishing, Skating on Ice by YuTu.

Naturing Winter

A rising star warms the cooling mist,
The shrill of a hawk apexes a crown,
A bevy of cooing plumages a winter,
A sun entertains a tarry of sparkling,
Icicles and a preserved lake shining,
Ice skating, ice fishing, acts of esse.

2023 January 10...

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What a graceful venusian divine belle..!
Resembling Lotus Goddess in tale

Floral festival and her fabulous fervour
Dancing with zeal and vigour

Shows her being vibrant full
Radiant countenance just cheerful

When stands amidst the bevy
She steals my attention heavy

All this rhyming fool needs much
Her benedictions in tons such..!!...

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Witness the folly of the yammering crowd

Those that speak smugly and those that speak loud

Spitting out syllables the live long day

With nothing to show and nothing to say

A chorus line of mechanical mouths

A bevy of bores from the north to the south 

Wherever you go they're standing beside us

Let's pray that they all catch laryngitis...

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And who am I
A man without identity.
As it matters not.
I've become a non-entity.

Each tries for the top.
Life can be heavy.
So, roll hopscotch.
Fly with a bevy.

Yet, who am I
Minus identity. 
Trying to keep time.
While seeking levity.
God save the unwise 
for they are many.
I'm a guy that -writes.
And I've paid the Levy.






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Daffodils in bloom
We all did assume
But if they did die
We all know why
The sun is murder
Pushed ever further
By the uncaring
And religion is a red herring
For profit is their king
And his praises they sing
A path to green paved with bones
And a bevy of sins no one could atone
And if we all did die
We all know why
For we all did assume
Daffodils in bloom
...

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In the bevy of beauty 
She strode with carriage and courage
Gazers overwhelmed
Critics clamoured
Now,
Mourners mourning
As they gather round her past
This noon she stood there vertical
Tonight she lay horizontal
Her pride and beauty encase 
In the meaninglessness of life
Head dropping
Tears tiring
Hope hopping
'Dirt to dirt 'hallowed the priest
'Emptiness of human in the human cosmos ' echoed the mourners....

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The only thing more achy
Is Death; it makes blurry
Our visions when in bevy
Of one’s funeral – body
Transformed sugar briny.
It makes a Hindu use billy;
Christians use box browny;
Uses soil a Pathan brawny;
Whoever may see be balky;
And wish to see any alley
To escape You O, Bonnie.
Then give apple or berry,
Or grapes or mango bossy.
Nothing tastes sweater, Honey
When Death tastes on you bonnie....

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I wish I knew I wish I knew
that I have kept my kiss for you
for your beloved wanted lips

Day's boring, but the night's for grips
There is no sleeping in the longing
I want to kill the fate, and morning

will turn my hell in Paradise
while bevy of your gray birds cries
It takes me in the realm of gladness,

but tears are near as flag of sadness
as Ancient Foe who tries to tempt
and even angel cannot help!...

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A pond quivers in demure gusts,
cygnets of morning light undulate 
with lithe ripples.  Winter thaws,
the sun arcs over feathered rainbows 
as ice sculptures bevy like water lilies
on April's frigid cobalt.

In abrupt squall webbed feet prance 
on a mirror, capturing saffron exhalations 
of rapt poppies, a wild umbrella splayed 
like tumultuous cumulus, ending a reflection 
of snow angels promenading 
in boundless cerulean....

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She will let you have it
The truth that is
She will do it with humor
When necessary
But do not get it twisted
Truth is her game
She does not mince words
She’ll say what needs to be said
So before you run for cover,
Listen to what she has to say
She will hit you over the head
Until you figure it out
She has no need to shout
She will let loose with a bevy of truth
You have no choice but listen
She will do it with zeal
For she has that Camille Appeal...

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A poison cascades
As moonlight serenades
A heart left rendered
A love left tendered

Sail the lonely trails
Of pale faces and ails
Listen to my voice
Let it not be white noise

A gift delivered
A romance slivered
Just take me home
To oblivion I might roam

I greet the solitude
With gracious gratitude
I may walk alone
For a bevy of sins I must atone

Take me home...

To oblivion I roam...

Take me home...

To oblivion I roam...
...

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Little Burrito
  You're quite a lass
Please don't stumble
  You might break your -- last
  set of ankles you'll ever have

Oh, Little Burrito
  You're full of class
Much better to have that
  than a great big ole -- tank of gas

Little Burrito 
  Please stay on the grass
I wouldn't want to have to whack you
  right there in your -- spyglass

Well, little burrito
  We've managed to amass
a whole bevy of gawkers, just-a
  hopin' to read the word -- BASS...

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I met Regret today,
he sat down beside me--
whilst across the creek,
Opportunity circled about

Regret introduced himself,
between my bevy of sighs,
I stated, “I wish I'd never met you, sir”
to which he plainly replied,
“But then you'd never meet him...”
as he glanced beyond the footbridge

So I walked across the cobblestone,
--and we never spoke again


July 22, 2016

Current contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada 2
Former contest: At the Footbridge (judged July 26)...

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