Short Eschews Poems

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Moon rises surprised,
eschews its pocked face,
caught in early glare
of sun in bleaches
awaiting its call.
A starlet usurped!...

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I'm longing for warm eel pie,
tis' a squirming delight to the eye,

     me wife she eschews,
     eel pie and eel stews,
 
and eats only fried eel on rye!...

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a metaphor is
a simile
you don't like

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it is not in my 
nature to write
senryus

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baby tries on boots
without crying,
eschews fits
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Seductive 
to many
Accepted 
by few

Its magnet
attracts
What closeness
eschews

A force
drawing nearer
What time
disarrays 

Whose moment
lives on
As years
— slip away  

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
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Amazing! A joyful life
          Bestowing special blessings,
                  Eschews strife,
                         Keeps xylophones 
               Very quietly dinging
   In my ears.

FIRST PLACE WINNER
Strand Poetry Contest
January 26, 2022
written November 2, 2021...

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[bard1]
To wit, sans pearl, mere grit and sand,
an irritant, sebaceous cyst,
expressive as a mongrel’s gland,
self-seeking randy churlish tryst!

[bard2]
Eccentric heel’s ethos raised grand,
eschews finesse, rough skewers gist,
a numpty dumpty, brillig panned,
thou frontal lob, now dully bris’d!...

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Iron bars bent open begins the show
A black and white striped bonanza
A ballet of bravado under midnight skies

The bashful dancer eschews an eager audience
A plethora of prances covers an endless stage
His legs lilt inside a labyrinth of forgotten leisure

And no matter the truth of his turbulent persona
Tireless desires to dance and devour deliverance
Is what drives him from the spotlights in the dark
   

March 18, 2016...

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Erstwhile was my eye blind
To your most pristine shine,
Which best scans eschews
With a graceful guiling sign. 

Yet now may my pupil sight
Your wondrous doings espy,
Which men's erudition mock
With wisest strategem high.

Most sterling sense I salute
In your ageless infinite trails,
Which world's charlatan wits
Shame as brazen lying tales.

Invincible light at last I find 
Cached in your lasered writ,
Which does all sciences' ink
Render mere deluding crypt....

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“The fog may come on little cat feet”*
But Autumn eschews silence
The thick crunch of crisp fallen foliage
Hastens the homebound honking of gaggled geese
Soft whispers of falling rose petals
Fade into the haze of hoarfrost
Cold winds whistle wildly through naked Maples
Flags snap loudly to attention
A brutish barn cat recoils from the touch of snow
Squawking ducks slowly slide across an icy crust
Chattering children board a school bus
Winter awaits its curtain call



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