Short Cloistered Poems

sweetest melody
sends chimney swifts cavorting~
novices confess...

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Scholars squander sunny days
Coffined in their cloistered nooks,
Where a wise man never stays
Buried, bored, by books....

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In Russia do not drink is infraction
if not vodka it causes rejection
whoever is abstemious is screwed
 must live cloistered and booed...

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The morning is born
on the edge of today;
a wanton quickly consumed
within the burning of the candle.

The fanciful things you do
brighten my cloistered room;
a glimmer teasing
the depth of an arbor....

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Cultures dissected …
structured refusal
Cloistered eruptions
dearth to accept 
   
Rising triumphant
 they steal from each other
 Defining their existence
—by what they reject


(Septa R5: September, 2023)...

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in retirement
i'll become an
Emily Dickens not
meaning transexually
but cloistered
in a room
almost an attic
addicted
to spilling my brains
on paper in
scattered scribbles
with some 
parmesan reggiano
under the
bell jar...

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Harkening back to the grandeur of Greece and Rome
The dark fog of repression would slowly lift
Long cloistered souls found a brighter home
Minds free to create, no greater gift

10/29/22
This Or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh...

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There’s crustaceans in my rations,
And the krill are in my pills.
There’s a prawn on my lawn,
And all this gives me chills.
There’s an oyster who is cloistered
With a crawfish in a dish,
But the shrimp is on the barbie,
And that’s what gives me thrills....

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Dozing
on a cream-colored comforter
I care not
for a cacophony
of color
cloistered
near my ear
but vague vestiges
of vanilla whispers
melting
in an ivory bowl


1st Place
Mid Summer Standard Contest
Sponsor:  Brian Strand
7/19/17...

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Elegance splashing joyfully aneath
Their soothing secrets waterfalls
Promiscuously sharing one anothers love
Beautiful girls and where is the world
Lost to be drowned amid the depths 
Of ecstasy; her neverendings utopia
Oblivious upon this, its cloistered edge....

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There was this teal duck and Canada goose,

   That 'neath a cloistered Colorado spruce,

      Enjoyed a lusty-ful tryst,

         Ending up in a quaint twist!

            Their offspring sported feathers of chartreuse!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved...

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 shuttered light
striates melded skin,
they lie amazed;
an ocean passed
through them
tossed them beyond dark depths,

bore them on frothy waves,
landed them
on a distant shore….

now cloistered,
their bodies gravitate
seek each other,

fold together,
fold apart....

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Here I am standing by my window. 
I gaze at the rest of the world just below. 
Cloistered in my bedroom up the stairs, 
I am filled with numerous concerns and cares. 
Do I dare to venture into the world around? 
Not today; in seclusion is where I will be found.
 
inspired by another member's poem
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Blooming beauties of verdant shades 
That held in hearts of glassy glades 
Where space and time won't halt their glow 
Even the wind won't cast its blow 

They're like golds kept in cloistered space 
So storm won't halt their glorious grace 
For, their mere view is a potent cure 
Like a potion that's chaste and pure...

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No, such a simplistic word
Two letters, one syllable and one meaning
Yet you find great struggles in iterating said word.
You say its opposite constantly without reticent 
Without discrepancies or cloistered callousness.
For this, they expect yes and nothing more
For this, they take advantage of 'it'; of you. 

Say No....

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Poetry turns from the common man,
Turns on its arrogant heel,
Stalking away toward the cloistered academe.

Nothing is duller or deader than
Poets unable to feel
Love—or compassion, or dream the lofty dream.

Thus poetry turns from you, from me,
And talks to itself, indulgently,
And nobody hears. Quite understandably....

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I watched the setting sun put away my day
in cloistered clouds that turned to apricot.
I sensed the sun was taking part of me away--
the sweet and bitter and love oft sought.

And then I thought as day welcomed night
that in a coming sunset all of me will end.
My mortal day will sink in glory out of sight
and that which burdens me now will mend....

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Abbots of darkness
bishops of pain
Cloistered in dogma 
praying for rain

Thunderous chanting
 tempest above  
Damning false prophets
 blessing a dove 

Grace comes a hailstorm
Coventry’s shame 
Lost in its downpour 
thirst to remain 

Warning blasphemers
in skies that portend
Ordained and self-serving
 the drought never ends

(The New Room: September, 2023)...

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Sequestered
in this small niche of a loner life,
I am a sheltering lamp
held on high in a cloistered place.

No monk am I
nor hermit,
I walk with the multitudes,
dance the dance of the glad
and the sorrowing.

My small space
is tucked into a greater light,
where I reveal myself as alone
not just under any ordinary sun,
but as the Sun of all suns.

It is Good to be that Alone....

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The thunder sounds from far away,
wild wind runs before it carrying whispers 
of the coming storm.

Clouds are dark and gray
like cloistered nuns escaping hell,
and bursting out with rain.

Lightning flashes her skirts
and her consort thunder gives chase,
disregarding those beneath their feet.

Wind and rain keep the beat 
of the storm's tempestuous dance,
becoming cyclone's destructive stance.
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Elegance splashing joyfully aneath, their soothing secrets waterfalls...

Promiscuously sharing one anothers love; beautiful girls and where is the world

Lost to be drowned amid the depths of ecstasy; oblivious upon this, its cloistered edge ~

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..."Rivers of Pleasures" *...

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Moisture laden morning air
wraps pale shawls round sleepy trees;
wee birds sing in cool garden
lifting praise on pleasing breeze.
Bees busy dusting flowers,
packing perfumed honey bags,
buzz low to kiss choice blossoms
drooped beneath dewdrops downward drag.
I worship, cloistered dawning,
held still in God's supreme hand;
linger, soft laughing moments, 
giving grace for day's demands.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 6-21-14...

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To think I’m now a hermit,
Cloistered in my home,
Haven’t been outside except on my deck,
And even then alone.

I phone in now my groceries,
Amazon is more than busy.
I just found on the porch 24 little gel cups,
And see a house dress is on its way.

I don’t understand myself.
Maxie and I are content.
Seems like I don’t want anyone,
Where has everyone gone and “went?”

I’ll saunter into watch NBC,
Cause I’m scared to death just to be....

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Stiff pleated fronds in concert rise
to wax under the April sun 
and trill their canticles begun
in verses jade that they comprise.

Chartreuse of thorny branches splay
a tumult to belie the grace
that on display they interlace
like rose stems on a breezeless day.

Atop the thatched denuded bole
gush fountains cast in cardamom,
an opalescent diadem
that glistens on the mossy knoll.

In thus exuberant array 
do cloistered peacocks mime ballet.

1/20/18...

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We learned about lonely people
At a tender impressionable age

Our neighbour was sixty or so
A widower leading a quiet life

Grand-father figure to us kids
We’d drop by visit the odd afternoon

It was dark and lacked life or joy
His little house felt smoky and cloistered

He taught us how to play cribbage
First sips of beer, cigarettes, silver coins

He seemed so painfully lonely
In his little house smoky and cloistered



Posted on December 26, 2017...

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