Short Busily Poems
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brilliantly, blindly, boldly, blissfully
brutally, bashfully
busily ba ba ba bo,
BOUNTRIES~
4/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Way off the coast of Maine he is fishing
while soldiers he sent to war are dying;
and out in the desert blood is flowing
as he is busily catching some marlin.
If I should come upon a beaver,
I would be inclined to leave her,
There, busily working on her dam.
Because I've seen her cut a tree,
And if I make her mad at me,
I might wind up much shorter than I am.
Form:
Perched
Songbirds,
happily,
sing their chorus.
Their rainbow feathers -
shimmer in the sunshine.
Busily feasting on seeds,
with wings rapidly fluttering.
Their chorus becomes a symphony;
a joyful morning serenade to all!
Winter’s
end thankfully,
the fresh air of spring soon
beholding with Thrush and Blackbird,
and the Bumble Bee busily humming
along avenues of lilac,
while dry stone walls blend with
the morning mist
at peace!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
The world rotates on its axis -- busily, dizzily spinning
We humans are busily, dizzily spinning on our axes
Our planet's motion is purposeful, a wonder of Creation
But what of our motion? Where are we -- we wonders -- headed?
best
benefit
beautifully
bountiful
beautiful bring brilliantly
bright borrow boldly
blue behave blissfully
brave bad blessings beat busily
best benefit beautifully blessings
7/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
Bare
Black
Beginnings,
Backgrounds
Being
Brightly
Beautifully
Brilliant
Beats
Busily
Becoming
Bravely
Behaved
Blissfully,
But blue
10/23/19
Tautogram Poems Poetry Contest
Alliteration poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
I loved all the beginnings
Though the ends collapsed in tears
I could not console them
Busily I hid my trembling and fears
And you could not talk to me
For you too were a new brutality
Along the road I took to love
I now know eagle's cannot be doves
grey
squirrel
busily
buries acorns
keenly observed by shrewd ravenous rook.
rook swoops in, pillaging hidden treasures,
jewels shattered
on roof tops;
oak tree
groans.
15.10.20
'Double Tetractys 4' Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Eve Roper
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Buzzing by so busily.
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Land upon a flowering tree.
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Nectar sweet is what he seeks.
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Flying home so happily.
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Honey sweet he makes for me.
The train
Trumpeting its way
On rails
Through tunnels
Busily sliding
Nosily whistling
Arriving stations
Leaving stations
Hearty hugs
Sad wavings
A journey with stops
With people embarking and disembarking
Just as life with ups and downs
With different expectations and dreams
As the sun is shining
I stand in amazement
That SPRING is here
The birds are chirping
And busily making their new home
Trees and bushes are budding out
Flowers are showing their heads
Soon array of color will be seen
The earth is awakening to a new life
AAH SPRING is here to stay
I make time to chase the wind
Listening to nature loving me
I sink into nature's womb
I drink in fresh droplets of rain
And digest the vast luxurious
Scapes of plush velvet
Greenery as I so busily
Thirst for her
I chase breathlessly
I chase the fever within
I chase the wind
What is this creepy thing
Infecting my body?
Busily digesting my flesh, melting,
The first stages of the blob.
End of my extremities
Swell ominously, wriggling,
Undulating like giant worms
Busily digesting my tissue
I’m becoming what I fear most,
Mistaken for castings
Shoveled up and thrown
On the compost heap.
Plants spring from the ground…
Spring is in full bloom all around !
Hibernating animals become awake.
In their activities they busily partake!
All over in nature, joyful bunnies, we see.
They come hopping to play with you and me!
Causing not the slightest fuss,
They bring out the child in all of us!
Pretty, peach face, lovebird, parrot
avian melody sings.
Hoping to call a mate over for carrots
and dance love on their wings.
Busily preparing a proper nest
for the fruition of the mating call.
Abraham Lincoln "I say try-if we never try, we shalll never succeed."
I have decided to make this my motto, I will keep trying till I get it right!
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Point of fear always here
Point of fight ever a good night
Point of FLIGHT steady on height
Struggle strong
Mightier the mightiest mighty
Sufferers busily ignite the night
Coffee sugar scream
Nightmare plightmare
Safety, face me DREAMS
Of money reams
To have not is hard
My goodness God
Adrenaline dreams
Heavy on the heart
Have PEACE OF MIND
Did you know
At the community hall
The janitor cleans
For no pay at all
Quietly cleaning
Day and night
Crumbs and wrappers
In his sight
He never complains
He just gets on
Busily cleaning
Til all is gone
Modestly staying
Out of view
He seeks no praise
From me or you
Even leaving behind
Gifts for us all
Droppings aplenty
From the rat at the hall
Two Bees or Not To Be
Bumble bees buzz busily
In Betty’s big back yard
Balmy breezes blow in from the bay
Beautiful the butterflies
That flutter here and there
Bluebells and begonias gently sway.
Beyond the far horizon
Below the setting sun
Bobbing boats upon the water blue
And far above the seagulls soar
Bemoaning with their cries
Two inconsequential mortals,
Me and you
Wringing Withering Words
Rhymes Remotely Rhetoric
Inherently Irritating Irony
Tying Tattered Trajectories
Enticing Ethereal Echoes
Relinquishing Ruined Rhymes
Stubbornly sitting stalwartly
Busily Busting Brain
Limiting, Losing. Lackluster
Ostensibly Ordering Oracles
Crumbling Cursive Curlicues
Klutzy Kerfuffle Kaleidoscope
The glazed sun is growing warmer,
As it sweeps across the still land.
March is budding tenderly greenly,
On the hills and in grassy valleys.
And in its final blossoming days,
A world awakes as from deep sleep!
Emerald creeps on the mountainside,
As purple butterflies are wafting in.
Bees hum busily in a riot of blooms,
And puffy clouds go by on breezes,
As waves of color wash dullness away,
In the green phase of birdsong and
Laughter.
Dear Cupcake,
Nine whole months you did bake,
Maturity you now forsake,
A college “safe-space” is your must.
Why not simply grow some crust?
Pursue, for sure, that art degree
But why’s tuition up to me?
And wow! Of Clinton, you did gloat,
Now your tantrum: a lost vote.
So go, retreat to Mommy’s walls,
Brood and whimper, but grow some balls—
Grow them quickly, we won’t wait:
We busily make this country great.
With Love,
Deplorable Dave
The automated voice announced that
“You are next in line.”
If only you believed her,
Everything would be just fine.
The minutes tick on by and still,
You’re waiting on the phone,
Ms. Automated each few minutes
Tossing you a bone.
“Our service representatives
Are busily at work
And helping other customers.”
(So you feel like a jerk.)
“But do not fret – you’re next in line
And then we’ll take your call.”
Ms. Automated – wish I’d never
Heard your voice at all!
May is Mother’s Month
May is green
spawning inchworms.
I nest too
cleaning closets,
busily morphing
contrary to my wont.
Even the slothful move,
to her blossom song.
In a whistling fragrance
I recall how mother
loved lilacs and wearing
shorts to show a model’s leg.
This was her time, the spring.
Oh yes, and summer, I guess.
Fall and winter, too.
Quick now, the cycle is mine to ponder;
lo, youthfully to long for me
who follows me and calls me mother.
©Kathryn McL. Collins