Short Burbling Poems
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Dedicated to the genius of Lewis Caroll & C S Lewis
Alice & Narnia live always in my mind
Shane
Claws
Burbling
Jaws that bite
Jabberwocky
Slain
Child gurgling,
Baby burbling.
Tightly clamped hands arounds my fist,
I scoop you up and give you a big kiss.
With every pained cry,
I feel like i might die.
You are the tiniest baby.
You shall grow up to be a right little lady.
river runs rampant
drunken burbling and babbling ~
dizzy dragonfly
rambling river rolls
successful spawning season ~
earthworm treads water
restful river ride
sudden stillness sits softly ~
water nymph pliés
No course in courtesy is complete,
unless it has a proper syllabus
replete
with correct conduct on a bus:
Though that slob's not one of us,
just a bumbling laughingstock,
and a burbling jabberwock,
one must offer him a seat.
Current
glides in wild slope
along the dense forest,
rattling and burbling over rocks.
As my paddling arms sway with wind’s tempo,
canoe pulses with the wild flow.
Waves roll to smack the edge…
Vines tickle strong
current.
burbling brooks in woods
resonate the canopy...
lullaby for birds
Haiku or Senyru Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 23/07/2020
Winner: 1st place
Burbling brooks
Small fish hooks
A rod goes thwip
With subtle whip
the float will drop
soft gentle plop
Tick, tock, tick
Patience the trick
A mighty thwap
The line goes snap
Wind with zeal
The whirring reel
Splish, splash, splosh
Oh my gosh
That's one big fish
Fit for a dish
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date wrote: 8th July 2022
a fine mist quiets the forest floor,
an acorn drops from above,
with a thud
a crisp oak leaf spirals,
gently to the ground
a burbling brook,
feeds it's trout
in a while, my heart joins in
.... and worries drift away
Yesterday’s Music
The music of a burbling rill
Close by a dry stone wall,
And on the air, so calm and still
A blackbird's fluting call
Green finches in the rowan tree
Join in the meadow’s song,
And big fat yellow bumble bees
Hum merrily along
The flutter of a butterfly
The flip of trout at play
The rustle of a mouse nearby
The sounds of yesterday...
Janette's sounds contest--18th April
A heron shoots a glassy eye
keeps fishing by doing nothing.
Oars slap water.
An early sun crashes through the mist
intent on warming eggs in lakeside nests.
Slap go the oars, a clunky-swoosh,
a white wake burbling.
If I row very slowly
it will be a few minutes before breakfast.
You will be dishing a trout onto a buttery plate.
Elsewhere, a silver fish
swims down a blue herons throat
slip slapping all the way.
It runs beside the house and through the green meadow,
Its glassiness home to ducks, and the sun's afterglow.
Its ceaseless burbling creates the symphony of my days,
Like symphonies of crimson roses, when sun first blazed!
Lined with golden blooms, my silver stream with no end,
Mirrored gay and lovely, but lost just beyond the bend.
Though love is so true, some places the heart cannot go,
As sunshine would bring pearly moon, nothing but sorrow!
Lost
Tumbling
Across the pebbles
Nature
Flows.
Burbling
And glistening
In the
Cloudy afternoon.
Alone she lies
By the
Creek
In a lonely wood.
Telling
The tale of
Her love,
On paper.
Sadness
Plays upon
Her
Silent face.
The white gown
Is stained
With her
Grief and sorrow.
The quiet leaves
Blow around
Her as
She is gone.
Her love
Has been
Made down
In true form.
It rests
In a wooden boat,
Gently and lost
Down the stream.
Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!
Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt sudden,
Joyful, twittering chit-chat, at back fence of my gladness,
Gossiping with fascinated grandma, on a summer canvas.
Trying hard to forget the past
At last the memories pop up,
Me in the pool swimming along
With make believe friends and mermaids,
Fishes with no heads or orca's.
Trying hard to forget the past
At last I'm diving into the pool
Where creatures of all shapes,
Sizes and colors come to play
While I'm in the middle of it.
Trying hard to forget the past
At last I'm living in a dream-scape
As friends of all kinds gather
Happily burbling and chatting
Having the time of our lives!