Short Breasted Poems
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rose breasted grosbeak
a beautiful visitor
pleasant arrival
Heidi Sands
5/5/22
She stands before me bare-breasted
My zest, in her, is not vested
She's in my mirror
As though a horror
Stares as a witch, not well rested...?
In a bar room they boldly contested
Though both were quite fully breasted
On the wall who’d pee higher
The dame or her squire
He lost when "no hands" was requested
John G. Lawless
©3/22/2023
thunder storms cease
the sun peeks through gray clouds
brightening the day --
red-breasted robins gather
'round a rain filled puddle.
3/22/12
For Susan Burch's Any one new or 2 yr old Tanka contest
We worship the meatball-breasted
Slug-eyed One
Who is fragrant with tomato sauce
Who nourishes us well
Liberates us from hunger
For the sake of full bellies
Even while the cucumbers
Ferment in the refrigerator.
clear-eyed springs
unfold her wings
trumpet the joyful
sound of
cherry blossom trees
while
sharing her
branches
with
shiny black yellow
and
red breasted
lorries of the spring
oh lord
when
i
hear heaven sing
I love things in nature that flock and herd
yet as a birdwatcher my lens gets blurred.
I see double at the beach
with my telescopic reach
spyin’ the tanned large breasted booby bird!
Written: March 2014
Pastel droplets fall from
Pink sprinkled sunlight on
Ponds and meadows blooming
Pathways of color as
Pearly breasted bluebirds
Perch where past springtimes have
Painted my heart with hope
3/27/23
Writing Challenge P Words Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The boy, he drowns in it,
That double-breasted flesh blanket,
Striped and stylish upside down noose,
It's too hard to get loose.
Death delayed as he sees the tree,
The checkered lag finally waves,
He's the champion of this Grand Prix
against the non-competing slaves
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Yellow day lilies -- succulent tall stalks --
quiet, cultivated, cool and elegant,
nestle in green, long leaves among lawns.
Wind bruises blooms tethered to their stems,
and an occasional great, gray cat
(cunning yellow eyes glinting sunlight)
crouches among them,
stalking yellow-breasted birds.
Husband and Wife
Heated
Uncontrollable
Sensation
Bursting
Abrupt overly
Nudity highlighted
Distinctively breasted,
Accented atom's
Nature's beauty
Deliciously delighted In A
Whine (Dance)
Intensely, seductively to
For tae it's
Eternal light, of happiness, as
one...
Carma Reed
01-09-13
While lying under a weeping willow,
Had started crying upon my pillow;
While I had rested,
Saw robin red breasted
In nest where her babies would grow.
Jim Horn
My fingers were rather nimble,
While I was using my thimble,
Had been sewing,
And my age growing;
Causing my fingers to tremble.
Jim Horn
WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN,
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU...
Whats that you said?
Words drift
Glimpse a bird down the hill
closer to the river
orange breasted, must be an Oriole
Gone now
Other birds, some quite strange
fill the tree
Fresh water
Mist rises from the river
and trumpets, once wild daisies
Proclaim rebirth
This bird, right near me
I have never seen
I
smile
the man
standing in front
of a microphone
asked me a question
the question is
would you rather
be high,
or a gibbering idiot
for the rest of your days?
consider life.
i pondered this question
i pondered it well
i looked at the man
in his navy blue
double-breasted
i said
that is a simple question
with a simple answer
WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW,
SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN,
WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN,
RED BREASTED AND EAGER,
EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME
A GOLDEN SUN
SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS
ON A CANVAS OF BLUE,
WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY,
WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER,
...AND WE SEE YOU...
5th poem on the soup
written 11/9/09
Spring , red breasted robins
flowers sprouting a peek
sun bright an high above
days seem longer
with warm nights alight
high mountains melt
rivers fear overflow
gardens ready for planting
tomatoes soon ripe
golden corn delight
uncovered pools shine
green is the green
leaves fill the trees
bee are a buzzing
time for others
spring has passed
at last summer.
Yesterday, I saw my first tulip of Spring,
and a smile instantly bloomed deep in my heart.
Today, I heard a red-breasted robin sing,
imploring Winter's wretched winds to depart.
And April showers morph into Spring's plaything,
offering sprouts a cool drink and a fresh start.
As our wobbly world spins upon its axis,
it unlocks seasons and grants Nature access.
jive jubilation
free falling frustration
illegal illustration
victorious vivid verbalization
heavy speech
crushing
compressing civilizations
simple work
heart ache head hurt
sucker for butt hole jerks
being big breasted has it's perks
everyone has their quirks
baby got booty to twerk
throw me a smile
I'll catch it with a smirk
I'll always be a rebellious child of mother earth
A robin serenades Spring
extolling the life She’ll bring.
Flaunting breasts of crimson red,
a sign of what lies ahead.
Spring’s sweet songbirds now on track,
bring a splash of color back.
Red-breasted Robin’s show first;
ahead, warm rains quench earth's thirst.
(Jueju-Qijue)
Mar. 10, 2019
Jueju-Qijue With A Twist Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
A lone gull,
white breasted
pecked and pecked
at flecks of snow on the ground -
a curious delight this February day,
but what could be found
in nature's freshly poured flakes
to sate the bird's appetite?
She turned and soared away on wings of grey.
By Andrea Dietrich/ Motif is Nature
For "the Impress me with a small poem! (New / Old)" Poetry Contest
of Giorgio A. V.
Bare breasted and blond
Back drop of the moon
In stretched out vista
Silken skin bloom
Body so perfect
Trimmed and serene
Captures imagination
Wanting dream
Blond hair splayed
Caught by the breeze
Like tentacles of want
My heart aches to please
To be in her presence
Wrapped up in her mane
Close to her heart
Delightful remain
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Unseen; unknowable
What's held in reserve
Til with helpful urgency
Hoisted to preserve
By this self's myth: angel;
Sentry; squiring knight.
Which role-forging is of
A gold-breasted might.
Unimagined moreover
To deem compatible
Ourselves for! Low and cheap!
Pluckless; unpolishable!
Til before each distress
Each in turn has swelled!
By which sword-play, tear-wiped
Sympathy's, dazzled.
A big breasted Maine lassie named Mary
cooked lobsters for her fisherman Harry.
She leaned over the pot
to check out the whole lot
and two pincers grabbed Mary's ripe berries!
Then out rushed her fine fisherman Harry
in his arms a wood bat he did carry
he swung at the critters
and smashed them to fritters
thus saving our fair Mary's raspberries!
rhyme pattern a/a/b/b/a
category VISUAL/ Naughty
The chill in the wind exits with such grace,
Buds appear atop trees high and slender,
Euphoria rains down upon this place.
Foliage awakens with great splendor,
The touch of Mother Nature feels tender.
This season one cannot help but adore,
Upon treetops red-breasted robins soar,
The tulips and daisies at this time thrive,
Wind embraces all stemming from a tor,
Spring has opened the door, all feel alive.