Short Eastward Poems
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hazy skies above
drifting eastward on the heat
smoke from western fires
written July 20, 2021
Eyes eastward
horizon still
pale light
quivering
above dawn's rim...
Blink twice --
a majestic band
wondrous-red
mounts
o'er dewy rooftops
~ dawning
of a day's creation
Shadows lengthen eastward
Undulating and shimmering
Now leaning toward
Dusk fast approaching
Offering no extended hours
Where shadows may linger
Now from nightfall until dawn
written September 6, 2021
We three cats of Halloween are
Bearing kibble, we travel so far
Yield and mountain, meow and fountain
Following a witch’s star
Oh…. Moon of wonder, circle so bright
Moon with royal Jack-o-lantern light
Eastward leading, still conceding
Guide us to thy perfect sight
the wind howls and whirls
eastward of the pier's fence
anchor chains jangling
May has come around
the thick, surrounding drizzle
continues to rain
under blazing sun
yesterday's raindrops dried up
the cracks look larger
Written: May 13, 2023
Labyrinthine mind jams along mazes
Searching restlessly for inner fortitude;
Till amaranth weeds point eastward--
Reams clearing passage through sunrise
To unveil enlightenment—an epiphany!
For Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Minimalist Form--- dated Oct 16, 2O17
Stillness, quiet, cool
Morn where roosters rule
Not a cricket's cheer
Only a Purple Finch near
A clear yellow sun
Up high so very soon
The Mockingbird sings
Joy his lover brings
Gratitude for porch
Early morn not scorch
Eastward facing wait
For day's coming fate_
Lissome cloud floats
In the celestial sky
With luxuriant pinion
Now rests
In total repose on the birch hill
A brief sojourn against the firmament
Then moves eastward
To besmirch the soil
In throes of parting
Eight word challenge-6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
01st June, 2018
Eastward toward the creek; sunrise
aglow, casting magenta clouds.
Tonight's sunset will be our prize
Eastward toward the creek sunrise
A new day away from the crowds
Where the birds sing and there's no ais
Eastward toward the creek; sunrise
aglow, casting magenta clouds.
Seven City Storm
wind blows hot breath on concrete
a downpour on the westside
traffic lights dance on their heads
rivers flow into sewers
storm soon passes on eastward
bus stop umbrella crowds cease
steam lifts slowly from the street
5/16/20
FINISH LINE IN SEVEN' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Racing the sun across the Great Plain,
Driving headlong into the eastward wind
Splitting wide fields of ripe golden grain,
Racing the sun across the Great Plain
A mile a minute our destination to gain,
Arrow-straight asphalt without a bend
Racing the sun across the Great Plain,
Driving headlong into the eastward wind.
written August 18, 2021
Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...
Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know
Drizzle drip the rain slips
Down from the eaves
To water a seed
Pitter patter
Meandering shower
Sullen clouds
Jacob's ladder
Seasons change
Sustaining towers
Tendrils reach
Birthing a flower
[]
a tiny tendril
Fragile and pure
Unraveling beauty
In a stunning allure
Leaning eastward
The sun crawls to show
Vibrant velvet colors
In a spellbound glow
The okra in the garden is green,
The dew awaits the first sunray.
Spring blesses the world with bliss,
And everthing is lively and gay.
A constant fear of autumn's arrival that
Would make leaves and flowers decay.
A myriad of rivers rush eastward to the sea,
And flow back not in the west-bound way.
If we don't work hard in youth, regrets
Would sure climb up our grey hair one day.
( Tran.)
From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.
Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.
Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;
And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.
Cherish the glimmer.
Obey and live for the luster
The shimmering glimmering.
Happily EYES were of STARS.
Gleeful legally GLAD of the shine
No flaws, nothing but bold superiority.
On the CUSP OF unwavering equal to
PRESCIOUS green emeralds.
Essentially, sensationally, GAYFULLY, GLISTENING,
GLORIOUSLY, GLIDING, dancing on the face of
The moon with a SMILE ELOQUENTALLY,
Elated edging ENDLESSLY EASTWARD
On my usual perch
at my computer
I sit alone today
gazing out the window
on a winter world
of numbing brown and gray.
Touches of green
provide slim respite
from the cloddish chill of day.
Arched wild onion tops
cede to the west wind
in fluttery eastward sway.
Feathered friends flock
to a red metal seed tray
warm in their covering
of myriad bright array
to lend glossy pigment
in a full winged ballet.
A trio of warblers jargon
a madrigal in harmony.
Their polyphony awakens
a slumbering dawn from darkness
while white dewy daffodils, like
saintly daughters of charity,
bow before the paragon sun.
A gentle zephyr diffuses
its collection of fragrances
from the myriad wildflowers
it encountered on its journey
eastward; sojourning, perfuming,
impregnating the morning air
with its sweet, volatile essence.
On the way to the New Jersey Shore,
make a stop there if you never have before.
Travel eastward along U. S. Route 30,
you will find this place that will be easy to see.
It's located in the town of Hammonton, New Jersey.
In the morning, you will never have fluffier pancakes.
In the evening, they have tender and juicy steaks.
There are very few places that are finer.
Stop and check out the Silver Coin Diner.
A holy, amaranthine light,
Surely guides the world aright,
Lo! To distant nations yon,
The golden flame of faith,
Carries eastward on!
Promethean, the fire shines
And has shone, since olden times:-
Evangelists in days bygone,
Stole the sterling flame,
From Hyperion!
The flame the lamp-like Pharos bore,
Lit the ancient Grecian shore,
But, behold the valiant sight:-
The golden flame of faith,
Immortal, stays alight
Damnation the wind screamed as it tore through
the trees
Alone along the shoreline the frigid water to
my knees
The rain driving hard, angry and cursive, as
I am soaked to the bone
My mind aching, broken, in search of silence,
a pillar, a stone
I cast my sore eyes westward, eastward
then back
A bright flash of lightening, thunder signaling
the attack
I take my last breath as I fall into the
abyss
So simple it seems to let go of this
April plays a nasty April Fool’s trick
In sunny, unpredictable weather
[but not fast enough to really stick]
Several scattering snow flurries fell.
Fertile, brittle ground is warming up well
And blue skies are more probable than not
A bluish-gray cloud inching eastward fought
With slow-rising river mists laying hard
Before they can come together, I thought,
April entered with a sharp two-edged sword.
Written April 1, 2022
My Ship is Coming
Written by Brett Somers
On 3-18-16
From ocean’s bottom
My ship rises
Unknown to me
I wonder what majesty
It will be
What truth will come about
When stern and bow come out
It crests ocean’s top
And here I stop
I weep on my knees
Why did I not know
40 years of my life to appease
But now it’s clear
Where my ship will steer
A new horizon
An eastward gale
I’m ready now
To finally set sail
Orchard of marvels
midst verdant-floral haven~~~
Eden's garden* scent...
Perfect paradise
granted by God for mankind~~~
yet now endangered...
Reaping consequence
we strive to protect nature~~~
as stewards at work
awaiting implementing rules and regulations
still being deliberated upon.
*Genesis 2:8 And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden…
December 15, 2020
Edited on December 15, 2022 (a blend of haiku and senryu)