Short Briers Poems

a rusty mailbox 
covered with briers and brambles –
broken house

12/29/2016...

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He peers into his mind
for the once planted, 
the once loved,
the still flowering, 
the motley,
the wilderness blooms.

Without this retrospection
his mind would be a ramshackle plot,
so he tends to it, 
even the briers and thorns.

Memory nourishes
flourishes from the seeding,
it also dead-heads and uproots.

There are many ways to garden....

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What species was the tree
He grew to be
The roughhewed, splintered 
Old rugged cross 

What pain He went through
For me
Because His love was true
For you and the whole world too

He grew the plant
That they did implant
Upon His lovely brow
For my sins of rejection and desires 
So imperfect 
His brow now scared 
From those pointed briers
Which pierced so deep and hard ...

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The first ever teachers 
now idle 
at the entrance,
with feet benumbed.

Drunk with feelings  
and wisdom being ebbed,
they fly lies,
he said – not me. 

Crowned with thorns, 
wearing briers 
and clenching our rags
HOME we left.  

Shelters mocked at us
and insults rained on us;
here, we stand again
but at the entrance. 

Shall we rush into the class 
as a troop  
and sprinkle emotions 
on the withering plants. 

02/08/2020...

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Heated only by stars—
Another night without you.  
It bites out my very veins,
This shudder from some animal
That made its house-home in my soul
Now since you’re gone.

I won’t play too hard with my dark side,
Though they say now I must.
I’m remembering you instead—our dreams in stardust,
In the light or night of day.

Are you getting the briers I left in your skin?
Stuck to you, I know I hurt you;
But I hope they fit around you like the beginning of wings—
From me....

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