Short Callow Poems

Youth
fledgling, callow
generation rising, aging, accepting
cars, jobs, regrets, pains
secluding, denying, resenting
tolerating, unaccepting
adulthood...

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FORGOTTEN:
callow youth
literacy learnt
a remote childhood
dark nights at play:
meadow flowers
hooters and the
school bell
bonfires
snowball fights
rusty bikes......

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As the bark of fear ascends
callow pages crease 
illustrating a youthful doxy
abreast a sheet of smoke
waltzing betwixt velveteen lips
as if tomorrow’s mistakes 
mattered yesterday...

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There was a craze not long ago
A kind of country pursuit
A sport known as cow tipping
Perpetrated by callow youth

Now due to the recession
There is a new craze to report
A rural epidemic, fly tipping
It’s popular but not much of a sport...

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your melting mouth, quite coyly callow

          softer and sweet, as pink marshmallow

               oh love, a rapture tends your scheming

     upon those lips, so drips my dreaming.







Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 17, 2022...

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Storm

Dethroned beggar of a borrowed callow mystery
 Heaves a lightning staff into the waves -
Thunderous and raw clandestine secrecy
 On luminous swirling ariels sheering the celestial

12-2-20
Liberum Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Taken from The Tempest...

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As a child when you told me the wild
Tales of the hatred in the world,
The lust in the male body,
And the lack of concern for each other,
My callow soul did not flicker
To realize that not every candle
Was wrapped with the same type
Of wax—as we age the wick moisturizes,
Burns less brightly, and the wax
Perpetually too hot to hold....

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I love you, my son 
Simple, wayward, spinning complacency 
Father loving deeply, inside his mind 

He guides me to a boil, scared, scarred 
This messy pot of scalding loving scorn 
Bubbling for recognition, a job well done 

The innocence inoculates him 
I dreamt I was you, I was 
A callow young man, as you become me

As I became you...

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Sunlight shrouded in stormy clouds
Innocence all too fleeting
Callow trust hardens bitter but wise
Sunlight shrouded in stormy clouds
Fools blinded by love don't see the lies
As we embrace life, naivete' dies
Sunlight shrouded in stormy clouds
Innocence all too fleeting

Written 1/17/22

First Place Winner
A BRIAN STRAND (1075) CONTEST
2/16/22...

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Why do you still chat 
With that Common Rats?
As blind as A Bat;
A Gathering Fat?


Yes, I’m dead upset
And for Bad Fight set.
Would for A Gossip
Who lets his lips slip
Where had Poor Chloe stashed
The money she cashed
That could widen eyes
And trigger Wish Cries…

I know A Callow:
At theft who’s shallow;
The idea A Brow
Would never allow....

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Casually callow
superficial and shallow
this young media fellow.

Lordly and light
trivial and trite,he sat
filling the moment with tat.

Sketchily slight
meekly absorbing
every sound bite.

Clips so neat
in endless repeat    the spin
with an endless grin.

In-depth review so lacking
as instant opinions abound
impartiality missing  unfound....

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A shimmer of snow and earth begins to blow 
dear old winter is here again with glitter glint and light  
Beneath a frozen sky of wander Earth begins to glow. 
Two painted wings of white, 
Angels here, to liquidize the night     
As we gather at their breast
we untrained and callow, 
learn that seasons will be seasons, best enjoy the Sleigh Ride!...

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Dust from the past, layered in youths callow
Desperate to be forgiven, for sins committed
Wrongs done in ignorance should be omitted

Dust from the past, covers the shallow
Fear of failure, insecure self worth
Heat needs to rise from this emotional hearth

Dust from the past, it casts a shadow
Anxious to wash it away, make it clean
Start over, be clearly seen

To late......

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You can see Shane its a callow, 
Not for the Business of Tallow;
Some Brain to be lying fallow,
Nothing in Tallow yields Halo...

Better Shane challenged A Solo,
A lot of fans to him follow,
Preferably in 's polo,
Never in poverty wallow... 

Yes, Sandy - haired Shane Wayne for Rap
And I suggest Distance from Cap
For more of on - the - shoulder tap
And bridge of Admirer's Gap....

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Jagged fragments of a puerile chorus compose my fledgling thoughts.
Each shrill shard impales my soul with piercing slivers of childish inflections.
     Looped refrains of callow mantras whorl my mind in endless rounds. 
          
                                   tantrumed harmonies,
                              sung upon a splintered stage…
                                      my inner children...

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old words tremble on callow lips

pinched off like poison from a rose

and dripped upon the breeze ... 

your breath mixed with morning's

stirred with my own, like honeyed chai

yet spiced with argument ... rehashed






Written and submitted on May 27, 2020
For the "Hexastitch It" Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor.

( Syllables = 8, 8, 6, 6, 8, 8, counted at HowManySyllables.com )...

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With vision diffuse and fragile frame, 
  These, the twilight years commence, 
Yet arms to hold each other close 
  Seem no less fierce, less intense. 

What smacked of callow rapidity, 
  The rush of youth and virgin bud, 
Is mellowed, matured throughout the span 
  Of decades steeping in the blood. 

The two of us in sunset swathe, 
  As now, these twilight years enfold, 
Together we endure and sense 
  The perfect love in growing old....

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Somehow a scene from girlhood days
Will flit across my hazy mind;
To lead me down enchanting ways
I thought I had once left behind
Of Grandma's touch… so sweet and kind.

Her garden floats on dappled stream
Where trees callow  burst into leaf,
Our hands gather the blooms, agleam
Which paint a view though spring turns brief--
Yet in my heart… I find relief.


English Quintain Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Re-submitted   7/19/2017...

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Sanmati, my guide, though is callow
Abnormal not in knowledge, not a bozo.
Negotiates well joy broad or narrow;
Merry as a lamb, sharp as an arrow – 
Agile as a gymnast, as sweet as a cello.
Time and again found, never let her gizmo,
Ignoring angry love or any strict credo
Jib her down to cry and sit quietly in shadow.
Almighty will design her future like dido
Illuminating the world with skills and less ego.
Never be dull or extra-ordinary – no one follow....

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Bellow, snarl and luster
listen to the mighty roar
of crimson green and mellow beam
and crook and flame and muster. We cluster
drawn to creaky oak and misty morn and poplar,
birch and cedar, smell of mead and mighty kings of Tudor.
With tender hook and sneaky nook on boards
of stoutly temper, old embroidered drift 
of thread, ethereal chill of ender.
Lord and Sir and minister stir
in air of artful whisper, mure 
of heart in boastful court
callow, bard and jester....

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The serenade
of dancing chimes,
echoes in the breeze
of July.
From a distance, 
linger the carols:
of kookaburras 
and gentledrones.

In the meadows paved
of callow blossoms,
bunnies canter 
like summer snowballs.
Flutterbies woo
each crimson leaf,
sneaking pollens in pockets
like naughty imps.

“Ah, this is the life.”
I manage to say,
as my lips experience
earl grey.
With that, I perch
on the wicker chair,
and savor the wedding
of cinnamon and pears....

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In memories that i hold dear,
As callow youth unfazed by fear.
Those carefree days so long ago,
My leap of faith, rash bravado
Emboldened by the atmosphere.

A photograph, my souvenir 
A silhouette from yesteryear.
Recalling twilights sunset glow.
In memories.

As i look back, pastimes seem clear.
In thoughts once more i do appear,
Free falling to the waves below.
Exhilarating feelings flow
As voices from the cliff top cheer.
In memories.

Picture number 3.

8/ 15/ 2018....

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What is this meeting of the minds?
Our callow Sarah’s been seduced.
Love must triumph
an heir in fact is introduced.

What is this meeting of the minds
while Sarah sits in shame?
It is not love!
I will not risk this life with him.

What is this meeting of the minds?
So wait I must.
And wait I will,
in time, perhaps, love will become.

Love Will Triumph
a  painting by Charles Haigh Wood
http://www.artnet.com/artists/charles-haigh-wood/love-will-triumph-V1MNNn9G40lY6aWV4wb5Ig2...

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