Short Bustled Poems
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Merriment has bustled ever so brightly.
You are one who was taken so timely.
Lost inside the strains of skies.
Over above is where you are.
Vast and lonesome, so very far.
Eternally so, until we are one.
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Hidden safe in my cozy shell, there is nothing to fear.
The world calls with it’s voice of adventure in the music of waves on sand and laughing
voices
I peek out, but
I am so timid, vulnerable, fragile--
Too scared of being poked and prodded
burned and bustled—and so
Retreat into my barricade,
Held hostage by familiarity.
Your with me when the sun steals me from my sleep...
Your with me through every bustled morning with your grandchildren at my side...
Your with me through the tears, sometimes you bring them too...
Your with me through full belly laughs, most at stories of you...
You were with me in life, and still so in death....
Love you dad >
Dedicated Robert Thomas Madden....
Walking the riverside, the rain stopped, the sun reappeared.
Weaving thru the weeds came the dragonfly.
A trembling shimmer of gauzy wings.
Darting electric blues,greens and bronze
In a crazy zig-zag dance.
Droplets clung to rain-splashed leaves.
A mosaic of life-nature's multitude.
The dragonfly bustled with fingertip precision.
Gathering fragments of gold,
It sped away,
A life in a day!
Housemothers twain, swaddled in sorrel fur
And bustled skirts, walking ‘tween the parklands.
Brilliant cobalt sky, above cawing birds,
Who demand substance, with their harangue?
So the fostering queens proffer their alms.
The badelynge of ducks, on polished ice,
Lambently advance with feral affray.
As morsels of cardinal fare, entice.
The attending dames in their tender, urbane way,
Have rescued these birds from another wintry day.
An innocent game of release
made dirty by a devious trick
devised by Sean’s older brother, Brandon.
“Guys, we give up!”
he yelled.
The treeline bustled with life
as kids emerged from the woods;
Cubscouts crawled from the underbrush--
“Just kidding!”
he added as he tagged
the bewildered players
against their protests.