Short Bristling Poems
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bristling wee hedgehog
out on an evening of mirth
crunch,crunch everywhere
nose gently nuzzle
going slowly through spun gold
sun kiss autumn leaves
The Sky Is Bristling
The dog must be whistling
in the morning sky
How do I love thee, but maybe the censors are listening
Waiting to pounce, muzzle me, that's when I start bristling
My love is like a volcano
Waiting to erupt in a halo
Of kisses and slobbers and naughtiness wiggling
Night bristling
Eerie breezes whistling
Frothy fog swirls its bleary balloon
Enchanting moon over palling parade doth swoon
Each, twinkling star spews vice from bewitching spittoon
Animated shadows minds vexing
Stealthy sprights hearts hexing
Night texting
Sensual Duet Sung
kisses on her lips
open meadows rise in heat
butterflies set free to sing
tall grass' bristling soft
moon river tearing of joy
song of the wind deafen
connie pachecho
8/9/17
Inspired from reading the entries to
Form S - Poetry Contest
bottom of a bowel
of jagged rocks
slender bristling pines
ring a ragged sky
through which slips
slivers of warmth
hugging me like a child
on this crisp morning
life on the line
wiggling wriggling
jumping
splashing, flashing
slippery, cold, and firm
in my grasp
STIMULATED SENSATIONS
contrasting
vivid
&
realigned
with
exalted
sentiments
among
sublime
delightful
panoramic
wonders
to
thrill
with
aesthetic
response
offering
valuable
insights
linking
endless
bristling
....metaphorical
energy
Through the blackest hours;
I glimpsed a movement,
Bristling within flames
Found of opportunity...
With cupped fingers
I drank of its droplets~
Wrung from the clouds
Of security...
It was then I exhaled~
As the rays of hope encompassed me;
Knowing, I AM has made a way for me --
Assuredly...
I have an inkling
My writing is winking
At me behind my back
Or maybe its just blinking,
Mindlessly thinking
While wrinkling up
My tiny universe
By tinkering
And intermingling
The real and the false~
I hear a clinking,
A chilling kind of whistling;
What is that stinking prickling
I can feel bristling
Up and down my spine?
Gilded streams tapestry weave
Frothy dew doth pageant aggrieve
Brimming bough wrapped in embroidered sleeve
Withering grass to the denuded soil doth cleave
Translucent sickles glimmer on each availing eve
Bristling ice pelets bleary-eyed cisterns do heave
Mercurial splendor doth summer's monotony relieve
Chilled masses do body's warm circulation deceive
perched on a high tree
a blue jay lookout screeches ~
swift bristling of crests
[when blue jays feed in peace, their crests are lowered, but
become raised when danger is sensed.]
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Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Placed 3rd
© 16th March 2022
Two Red Pines outside my
Window stand ready every day
Bristling with long needles
And runkled cones, still young
My first sound upon awakening
…..The sweet seeee---sawww
Of the Red Winged Blackbird,
Migrating home
Soon, the swamp I navigate daily
On my walk will fill with
Feathered friends-
All of us excited by emerging
Cattails….
Comforted, together
03/04/12
My ex is like...
a troll:
a short one, ugly and hairy but muscular.
My ex is like...
an overstuffed gnome,
like a Santa’s elf with a bristling beard, but
never a smile.
My ex is like...
Jabba the Hut:
gross, ill-mannered, greedy, selfish,
gobbling up whatever suits him.
My ex is gone. And my relief is like sunshine and
an open window after a heavy rain.
a storm is brewing
dark hordes bristling to descend
dissenting thunder
coalescent scouts
in tentative teams essay
sun-parched earth awaits
sizzle of drizzle
pheremonal petrichor
harbingers of hope
cool breeze in the air
their work done, drops sponged, expunged
the deluge follows
Written 15 April 2016
First line changed from "storm clouds in council" to meet contest requirements.
I'm alone.
The sea calls to me,
diamond spears
striking stone terraces,
an ominous clash
like thundering war drums.
The air hums with electricity,
my hair bristling
inside the storm.
The ground beneath melts away,
rocks tumbling into the sea below.
Skidding, sliding,
I lock eyes with
the ocean spray,
its roar thick with contempt
and the hunger to devour all.
Why does the neighbour have to own a damn dog?
Seething skies like bloodshot eyes,
wailing gales assailing through canyon ~
weeping fits, ember storm cries
bristling tears with random abandon.
East to west, unwanted guests,
downsloping dire breeds with fire
fueling fest of fiery crests
aborning hells of unholy spire.
Santa Ana merciless winds breathing
capricious firebrands kindle tinder teething.
Susan Ashley
December 26, 2017
~ Tenth Place ~
10 Lines, 5 Words: Rhyme - Premiere Contest
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