Short Crisply Poems
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Delving down deep into the inkwell of our cavernous hearts
A cascade of colors crisply careen out creating a crescendo
To fill the blank canvas awaiting us all on the easel of life
snowy mountain tops
glisten in the moonlit skies...
crisply shines the night
glowing'cross the trees
frosty breaths on window panes...
cloud graced majesty
sparkling through the woods
icy dawn magnificence...
silent tracks of deer
an axiomatic actuary always axiomatically anyplace again
could credulously careless cubist complain crisply to cezanne
I,in impious indelicate indwelling ionized internment
me,meaningfully merry, mistaking my myriad mono
telefax this turmoil & toil thereabouts through to their tryst
in your memories
ebbing, white-capped
look upon me in enduring favor
one moment plucked
from the rest
still crisply descriptive
when most is lost
these abandoned cells
bide in hope
of being revisited
begged to tell their fable
one last time
in your mirror
an unfamiliar girl
let me remind you
Form:
Catastrophe, no I'm not bitter
The wind caresses my margins
Children tickle my cold veins
I float to the terrain
For Oak Kin to thrive
I say crisply
I'm charcoal
Goodbye
Time
I want to die
in the winter,
—when it’s cold
With the reality
of being alive, stronger,
—than all fantasy of being
Where branches
break crisply,
—like a soul in decision
And the wind carrying away
on its distance,
—all strength and pain
I want to die
in the winter,
—when its cold
(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)
I want to die
in the winter,
—when it’s cold
With the reality
of being alive, stronger,
—than all fantasy of being
Where branches
break crisply,
—like a soul in decision
And the wind carrying away
on its distance,
—all strength and pain
I want to die
in the winter,
—when its cold
(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)
A Gentleman's Trappings
Crisply pressed suits hang in a dark closet
Starched white shirts lie untouched in dresser drawers
Bland ties hang limply awaiting his touch
Highly shined black shoes and socks neatly arranged
These trappings of a gentleman gone to the grave
All waiting to be claimed by the Good Will thrift store
Copyright ©2008 Don Tyson
gold leaf impressions
spiral crisply through cooled wind~
leaving stormy piles
misty crimson dawn striking
embraces foggy notion
THE tongue makes
words so hungry
but
i love you
and
i hate you
//a charter crisply straying
jig-saw shape across the secret-corner
promises a love for you
when with you i do not wish to be
but the bedroom's secretly
moist eyes are kissingly
playing with me _____
and hope is a thief while top-turved
insides need the pleasant
surprise to be; thy lips a sweet
thing death, wait here\\
always abatable from
anyplace but tuscaloosa
cockamamy downstream bunny
descriptive complain brewing
mistaking birthright crisis
meaningfully turmoil tryst
unvalued unpasteurized ureteritis
stewing vaticinate dejection
deflective firm folklore
through gynecologist communications
episodic honeydew gnaw
a crisply blunted
cheeseboard doorstopper looping
merry as can
be for evermore
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
Xanadu may exude such percussive bliss
Youthful romps and a coy stolen kiss
Lightly tapping in jaunty melifulous splendor
Orpheus muse prances playfully tender
Pounding with swift light jazzy flourishes
Heart and soul the xylophone nourishes
Oblivious to troubles I cannot stop my feet
Notions of love brightly swing to the beat
Each crisply chimed note a gift beyond sweet
As Autumn scents return to me once more
sending me to a sweet October brush
infringing on each leaf the earthen floor
of reds and golds collect me in their rush;
While breezes raise the feathers off a thrush
I harbor long and sweet by rivers end
just basking in the moment of Godsend;
Firing up my senses with cooling love,
she's crisply cleans my soul with her portend
then makes my hands infit inside my glove.