Short Bows Poems
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When the ages rock,
all divergence reverts to type
And time bows to the inner voice
—of eternity
(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)
Some wear Overalls.The rain bows
Some
Wears overalls
The rain bows
Weigh
Up high
Hand the streams that are streamed
rarely
do comet true
Why Kant
Aye
Vibgyor bows
splashes of rain dare
amidst thunder of dark clouds
seven colours shine ...
Written Sept 22nd, 2016
For contest "Traditional haiku" by Catie
prim and proper
showing Amish upbringing
she has chosen to live among the English
we see her plain ways
when she turns her white bows on her lacy socks show
enlightening many of us
Placid water,
smooth surface untouched
reflects the moonlight
in silver bows.
Breezy love songs
weave glazed ribbon.
Luna serenades.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 22, 2012
For Shanzi Poetry Contest (Joann Grisetti)
Angels' Bows
Shimmer
Rainbow colored
Flying here,everywhere
Spiritual souls do see them
Soulscapes
4/9/2021
~3~
The aging artist has a trait,
those short on sight can’t bear
All normal signs of waning,
a crown now his to wear
Wrinkles and sparse graying hair,
still negative to some
But when they light upon a Sage,
—the moon bows to the sun
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
girls
wearing
pink and purple
ribbons bows in
hair
4/03/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
from anthology "Spring Sonata"
some laypersons deceive only
useless poetry prose.
I own him as my son who knows
rhyme in life he goes
who loves sis and bro and parent.
and before Him bows
who is always caring for those
who live like a rose
Dr Zik
Jhelum Pakistan
July 01, 2024
I like this rhyme written in Zikelite poetic form
like the wetted bows
that do not break
bending deeply before the weight of white
give when giving is already impossible to bear
to allow in ones very cells....truest blind trust
the exquisiteness
of the ultimate letting
opening one's clinched hand
the butterfly does fly away...but takes you with it
I am in love with Colin Firth.
My friends snicker with such mirth.
Even watching the dear man stammer
Makes my heart start to hammer.
If an oscar he doesn't receive,
As he deserves, I believe,
I would be most happy to supply
A consolation prize for the guy.
Wrapping myself in a couple bows
And maybe a pair of stilettos.
Bare unto the world her beauty stood both of us knowing
As smiling within a twinkling and grace filling, her perfect eyes
Cream de cream; amid this yuletides lovely moment afore it's place
Whereupon the stockings be they love, were so gently lain ? She adorned....
Of Creation's vesture a glass her light; holding paradise: Wrapped, in ribbons and bows.
Form:
Forest alive now
Autumn colors brilliant glow
Poplar_ Maple grow
Colors seen_red, yellow, rust
Auroras of autumn flow
Elegantly dressed
For the last ball before snow
She smiles at artist
As he gathers paints blends shades
Painting her colorful gown
As sunlight dances
Against gown that glows with dew
Gracefully she bows
As bare limbs begin to show
Last of grace before first snow
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Bare unto the world her beauty stood; both of us knowing!?
As smiling within a twinkling of grace, filling her perfect eyes
Cream de cream; in this yuletides lovely moment afore its place ~
Whereupon the stockings of love were so gently lain and, she
Adorned in creations vesture with a glass of light; holding paradise....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....“Wrapped, Amid Ribbons & Bows” *
Form:
spring bows to summer
spring bows to summer
long nights give way to daylight ~
footprints on the sand
cold days nod to warmth
days comes early then leave late ~
shooting star pizzazz
frost curtseys to dew
empty fields burst with blossoms ~
bird songs fill the dawn
tree buds smile with leaves
barren limbs expand with life ~
forest greenness thrives
moonlight swaddles night
moon shadows dance in rondeaus ~
summer bows to spring
6-8-22
I am tied together with little pieces of string.
Thin frail ones, tied in little knots—
Not enough string left for a bow.
Shoulder
Elbows
Wrists
Kept together with knots.
String wither over time so another
I wrap and make into a bow
That bow--over time
Will become just another knot.
Hips
Knees
Ankles
Sometimes I think are broke
My whole body creeps and crawls--just tweaks out.
Like Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
706.
Veneration to Mary:
She Who Bows Down to God in Worship
Oh Mary, servant of Allah
She Who Bows Down to God in Worship – the Raki'ah
God had seen her humble submission
She also has God's recognition
Oh Mary – the Bowing One – the Raki'ah
Our honor & adoration to you, Ave Maria
Praise God for the worship of the Blessed Virgin Mary
We venerate Mama Mary, Worshipful is She.
Amen.
-10/06/2019
(Dumarao)
*Veneration to Mary as “She”