Short Englyn Poems
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As I open up my mind, please step inside
So much I hope to find
Help me see beyond the grind
So my mind no longer binds
spring light sifting, quiet, keen
lifting dust motes like old dreams
that rise, then drift away clean.
Daffodil of your eye, hiraeth cried
Coracle of streamlines
Pili palas on your head
Twelve dwts cwtch buwch goch gota
lose mind in the scuff that is underfoot
trust soot can be outrun
in dreams' cascade, burdens shun -
the art of wild abandon
Summer solstice in June means sun will play
all day its longest; soon
it is coming on its way -
and this year on a Friday.
With arched and columned mitre, it’s ample.
Some people love patter:
finger plucking, then stutter—
harmony to the letter.
Are we two lines in a frame?
Let lapse of our sin and shame.
Strikes on the clay are to blame.
Cold engulfed her flesh when she lastly reached
this old house forsaken;
lilac scent has awakened
at yesterday's ghost's haven
We fill our busy days,with this and that,
playthings of each new craze
never stopping,just to laze-
or into our hearts,to gaze.
You have built a wall no one can tear down
because of your heart's woe.
You refuse to let it go.
Being free? You'll never know.
we hide our quiet deceit`
wrap lies in silk to make them sweet;
then gasp when truth, with sharpened feet,
dances on our pride.
They knelt behind a photo booth humming
hymnals to a tooth-
decayed brand of gen X truth—
old gods' wants reclaim the youth.
Like a dog digging bone, I hunt stories
Write orgies from words known
With syntax like old men's drone
And metaphors overblown
Alas, all this pile, has not got much sense,
Ha’pence for all the lot;
Had but a clue I been taught,
I’d not compose utter rot.
Time's memento unfolds a thousand lore;
Soul's ode is forged, behold!
As tides approach, a tale's told
Adrift every spirit's mold.
The fiery orb now grows in warmth slowly,
Liquid gold, limpid glows,
Gilds lank skies in godlike pose,
Dispels grief and human woes.
The parade is long and patriotic,
with glottic marching band~
with pipe, with drum, we demand
more young blood from our heartland.
A good wife is the best treasure to own~
Gemstone none can detest,
A light—darkness can't arrest,
Peace she brings none can contest.
A tale of a town at night where birds fly,
They die in the daylight,
If they don’t assume a height,
This position is their plight.
A day in third month, year to lock in heart:
Twenty-seventh, a start...
To share, live, never depart
Love is such an awesome art.
Disappeared? Moon on the wane - by...a shroud?
just a cloud... and some rain.
I know I'll see her again
on this sylvan, country lane.
Scores of white lilies bloom - slicing night air
with a deadly perfume.
Nostrils flicker and consume
scented ghosts haunting the room.
Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.
Love set by candlelight, adorns us both
Our hands held, gripping tight
As we stand right here this night
Morning, we’ll welcome sunlight
Gnarled hands stained by carbon seams
Harsh life etched into burning eyes
Yet tenderness turned wood
In delicate designs declaring devotion.