Short Fir Poems
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On the tall table
Resides a small Christmas tree
With a Santa hat
When his eyes open to show
The vacant stare of plastic
Our Scots botanist
Coniferous evergreen
The Douglas fir tree
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
A bit of yellow tzuica
Hors d`oeuvres:trendy
Known by Dracula:brandy
Kept in big bellied
Fir wooden barrels
For weddings.
Strong!
fir tree
pine cone cluster
squirrels gather
ripe apples
decay on ground
wasp paradise
spring
change of color
rabbits fur
the
cold spell
morning sleeps
I dream of spring
north winds sweep the yard
fir branches dance and sway
with eyes closed I dream of spring
two birds nestled close
on the branch of a fir tree,
in the thick forest:
within shady depths, sacred
friendship thrives through all seasons
Early morning rainfall,
followed by the mid-day sun
dew filled pine and fir limbs
light up like a christmas tree......
there was a woodsman called jacks
who swung the worlds sharpest axe
one or two chops thats all
giant fir trees would fall
that's the fun fallen fir facts
“DaVinety, went and sleept ontha flur U see cuz daint na ruum in the bed fir me”
For Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
warm sun
peeking through clouds
happy faces
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green fields
wheat swaying
motion sickness
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fir tree
pine cone cluster
squirrels gather
10/07/17
Horn Kitty Limerick Two
What is a kind kitty for
Us always love and adore
On occasion rub his fir
Like listening to him purr
Trump's bad behavior ignore.
Jim Horn
Nearly straight is straight enough, t'would seem!
They, every year 'til this one, disagreed.
Now a thin wire tendrils down,
Grabs the fir tree by the crown.
Dad won this time; he's hung it from a beam!
mother naked oak
oversees pine forest
squirrel grabs plump acorn
twisting shimmering leaves
cottonwood feels magical
silver faerie titters
pine cone plop
fir tree scratches sky
snow lands gently
I sauntered freely as a child
around the mountain ridge.
On Falcon's wings I flew the mile
across the placid lake to wooden bridge,
where fir laden path skirted water;
and powdered snow the ground did alter.
Winter calls
on cold nights
as snow falls.
Seasons please
with bright lights
on fir trees.
Sleigh bells ring
as grand sights
the joys bring.
December 22, 2019
scent of fir on breeze..
quiet rustle in bushes
rabbit blends with snow
snap of broken branch
snow drifts down to forest floor...
sleeping bear stretches
For Charles' haiku contest
A tipsy fir tree,
swaying in the tempestuous Spring winds;
blew its top; snapping the tips quarter;
mini-fur, right off of it.
Wood glue will not be strong enough
to repair this tree!
Jagte Jagte Yaad tumko kiye..
Need ke intjar me yaad tumko kiye..
Need aayi na tum hi aaye..
fir bhi bekarar hum yaad tumko kiye..
Subah Subah Takiye ko padad ke..
ad soye ad jage hue se..
ek yaad ko liye.. yaad tumko kiye..
snow waltz's from the sky
balsam firs are dressed in white~
swan glides on a pond
*Balsam Fir- Is a type of Christmas Tree
12/16/19
Contest:December - Winter Haiku or Senryu
Sponsor:Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
The whistle of the gentle breeze
Through bowers of graceful trees
Etch oak and birch and fir
Where lively creatures stir
Birds and will soon take flight
Enveloped in silent night
While quietude descends
And now my own sorrow ends.
Wind
on a
warm summer
day. Fir limbs sway
like a flapper from
the roaring twenties. The
breeze carries a resinous
scent of pitch and earth, unleashing
a flood of memories thought lost to
time. The campfire smoke and embers still glow.
Even if it rains
And it's dark.
The sun will come out
And give a rainbow.
So no matter
How dark your day gets,
The sun will rise again.
And give you a rainbow.
There's always hope
Fir a better day.
You just have to
Believe in it.
Jokhoni mone pore tomar kotha
nijeke mone hoy boro eka
Fir e ki pawa jaina shey khonta
Mohurto gulu abege gatha
Pagol hoy monta
Jeno shara prithibir asha
Shudhui amar mone e aaka
Kaache jete hoy bhoy
Ekti polok dekha
Abar mone e hobe
aami boro eka
luck
a good thing
luck
a bad thing
what is it?
have thy any clue
are they lucky?
are you?
is it fate?
is it destiny?
I'll find out
you'll see
I'll find out for thee
luck
a good thing?
luck a bad thing?
fir luck is not a thing but a feeling
A drop of water cuddled up
To a sprig of a mountain fir.
A magic, see-through ball turned up –
A useful tool for every dreamer.
But the drop hung dangerously,
And sway on the evergreen tree.
What a poor dream – such clumsy.
For a while I was a fairy…