Short Browning Poems
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To Elizbeth Barrett Browning
invalidity from riding did bring
Putting aside this tragic hurt
she elope to marry her Robert
Bankers daughter Jean Ingelow
Tennyson &Browning she got to know
Her novels were very telling
but her poesy had archaic spelling
Robert pouseo of Elizabeth Barrett B
a poet until her death was to be
He introduced the conversational
in dramatique monologue truth to tell
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
only narrowly escaped drowning.
She had a penchant for swimming in torrents,
which occasionally occur in Florence.
apple blossoms
fall from spindly boughs
to browning grass
squirrel digging
for nuts
2-18-2022
A Brian Strand Tanka Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
elizabeth barret-browning
twin souls was her song
with Robert close,
heart to heart,all the day long
Listen to her love poem to her husband on the link in my blog today Aug 4
Pie in the oven!
The flaky crust is browning,
Sugar crystallized.
Apple filling, juicy sweet,
I’ll eat it all by myself.
Entered in Soup 2/21/20
'Let the Pens Flow - Tanka' Contest
A tale of grey grief
Told by a browning old leaf
Made green ears turn stiff:
What witnessed I have
You all would one day, be brave,
It all ends in grave.
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Haiku | 07.12.2018 |
So much lost…
so little gained
Prairies in judgment,
our destiny framed
So little gained
for what we lost
Spirits now orphaned
—tomorrow the cost
(Browning Montana: Blackfoot Reservation - May, 1995).
midst autumn flowers
dawning drying subsiding
bulbs are browning
~
so passes summer
cool breeze winds are so calling
falls autumn flowers
10/2/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2021
blossoms siloquent
skies orange bronze browning trees
floral fragrant flows
~
breeze commonly cools
cooling me ah! falls autumns
tween winter and spring
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
10/3/21
Detritus
A Floating Button
Made Of Bone
A Remnant Of Cloth
A Hair
A Frothy Chocolate
Ghastly River
Involved With An
Ever-Browning Sky!
Back To The Bone
Back to The Hair
A World Within
Spun
Down.
-Gray Squirrel
06-04-2025
A grilled cheese for lunch
Is enjoyable
The sandwich in pan
Then browning both sides
Notice the cheese melt
Then ready to eat
With chips on the side
Or a few pickles
Don't forget the beets
Together they blend
When eaten with cheese
Makes a perfect meal
He lays motionless
Amid the browning leaves
his tiger striped coat
More than a disguise
The bird feeder
Drew the combatants
A swaying dance floor
Scattering its bounty
He would wait
Stragglers would come
Eagerly anticipating
A last call
He would provide it
Autumn faerie touched her wand to a yellow mum.
The mum’s colors turned crispy and an October brown.
Whether she retains her yellow next year is up to fate.
Some mums do, others do not, I never know which I have.
Autum faerie is aware, fully in the know, she rules October.
It’s gradually falling
Summer is increasingly lolling
The leaves are gently browning
We can’t wait for October’s crowning
When the gold leaves of lustre
Charm the fold with their cluster,
Flamboyantly trooping the autumn colours
And socially grouping them with lullers.
Sky's blue !
Where are you?
Ground's,
browning...
Alone
Rotten bones.
You hear the sound?
Rumbles of rambling?
Can you just handle?
Those blue skies the brown ground!
Lucifer's sampling...
5/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
His ebony tongue mouth discord;
Abundant flourished uncured;
Purple Heart death came close;
Browning skies fled past the nose to throat;
Blues blue brews asking hosts;
Blackness is the body of the voice ;
9/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Billowing bellows
Blatantly belching
Blowing cold air
Blazing the fire.
Bloated to bursting
Building the heat,
Burning the charcoal
Browning the meat.
Burgers are ready
Bangers are hot,
Bread buns are toasted
Brown sauce in the pot.
12/7/2020
Eve roper
Alliteration contest
To Elizbeth Barrett Browning
invalidity from riding did bring
Putting aside this tragic hurt
she elope to marry her Robert
Her Petrachan sonnet we see
an abba abba then cdecde
A sestet follows the octave
a love poesy we all crave
twin souls was her song
heart to heart,all the day long
Autumn here slices
Icy cold windy,
Autumn here splices
Pieces of icy.
I linger inside
Starve away icy,
I linger outside
Icy bites greet me.
Falling leaves yellow
Browning death feisty,
Falling leaves hollow
Endings now meet me.
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
tis spring the brown lawns
the naked branches on the
trees brisk winds tickling
~
rays of sun dawning
moisture to do on the ground
horizonal viewed
~
hang on ground brown will
soon turn green the surroundings
this be winter's spring
3/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
The best books have a little
love in them. Whether it be
a taped spine or a
half-creased cover
a forgotten dog-ear or
a few margin-scribbles
a browning of the pages
or perhaps a signature
the more time a book spends
in the company of men
the better it learns how to tug
at their heartstrings.
Today I’m thankful for words of love
Love is a feeling many a poet has tried to express…
but, for today at least,
I like to think…
Elizabeth Barrett Browning said it best:
You know in your heart your love is true…
When you can say
“I love you not only for what you are
but for what I am when I’m with you.”
Now don’t get me wrong
I love that old song
I’ve been singing it most of my life
But it’s really quite loud
And the noise of the crowd
Is really annoying my wife
So please keep it down
Or take it to town
Before I have cause to regret
I’ve been drowning my fears
In too many beers
My Browning is loaded with tears
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