Short Folk Poems
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Fairly
Squarely
Rarely
Barely
Shot from the hip fairly, squarely true
Loaded clip but, rarely, barely drew
1-19-2018
you had your time
read the sign
don't be blind
thats unkind
its there time to shine
and play and have there say
its the
YOUNG FOLKS DAY
mabe theyer not in tune
those old goon
no how to bloon
they hump and bump
some jump
to the music romance
with that
OLD FOLK DANCE
come down to food
i just sit on a stood
if its good
it under stood
i can lick and pick
walk and talk
or bolk
DON'T NEED
NO FOLK
there's a rout
cause the south
no doudt
you were put out
some or stll around
in those small town back than it was fea
no corlor folk
eat here
Poseidon’s spear slashed out from the angry waves
A tumultuous monsoon began to gather up the sea
The faerie folk went into hiding
When they saw army of sea cupids
Vibrant colours dancing on canvas
Maud Lewis delivers the countryside in style
Vivid images with childlike charm
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A folk with no mouth
no stomach, no appetite
always has access to food
always does nothing with it
it grows thin and breaks
due to hunger and thirst
as it fulfills people’s work
These faces from deep within the roots,
Their lines pointed and drawn
etched with laughs and grins,
Folks for sure.
Homeness and neighborhood
Gelled musically to sights of friends.
Love can sway,
Our focus,
Love surrounds,
Like Our Lord,
Not fair weather folk,
His love is staunch,
Sees us all through,
The journey to faith,
We awaken, renewed
Hope to love,
Full of surprise!
Russian dance groups blow me out of the water
Their synchronized patterns are amazing for every watcher
None out of line
Bang on every time
What dya think, maybe I too could be a dancer
gorgeous Bohemian folk owl with your zentangle zone,
your multitude of colors enhance your designer way,
you are artistic with a unique flair all your own.
joyful loveliness of your designs makes this artist’s day
The wind takes an eardrum,
and fills it with hail.
The waves crash beyond me
on an unbeaten trail.
There are men here who think
they’ve found victory and wealth,
but the giant’s run-off,
and left for his health.
ragtime blues
boogie and
swing
NOTE
septimal-Three line poem in seven syllables(3:3:1)with an integral title on the theme of
art;music;literature;film in all their aspectsirony,paody and humour being an underlying
featur
Don't eat the bear
and the bear won't eat you
Don't stomp on flowers
Don't spit on the dew
If you are a bad person
your life will worsen
But if you are good
then there's no need for cursin'
Yoi yoi la la la la yoi yoi la.
Their mumbling again
Wee folk of the rain.
Each word and each syllable
A lisping, spat out.
Yond this dark window
Heard from my pillow.
Off leaf, jumping. Off roof tile
Sliding. One by one.
Of all that drops by for fun
A great turnout.
Hard-headed folk - themselves they've caged,
for even if a point is proved,
they cannot hear it, and enraged,
they'll turn away and can't be moved.
Sept. 29, 2019 for Caren Krutsinger's
Brevity Poetry Contest No More Than Six Lines Poetry Contest
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theyareachangin
stan sand
The ewes are gathering at salt licks
The ovens are hot for baking bricks
My mum is humming,
"Christmas is coming" *
My dad, it seems, is getting his kicks
*Winter is frigid in Norfolk, which may
account for 19th-century women
naming their sons, "Christmas"!
Attired in black and red tonight
The way you sang was out of sight
Head and shoulders above the rest
Hands down you'll always be the best
The reasons why are clear to me
And to anyone with ears to see
But if they're not here's one that suits
Just s-p-e-c-t-a-c-u-l-a-r in snakeskin boots
John Merrick names us animals
The elephant in the room
Only seems to grow
The third instalment
i give you a tagline
The world end war
Standing in the past on virgin shoreline
Pushing the evolving terrestriality back in
Why do we feel so alone
because we deserve to be
Long live the weeds
that choose where it can grow
Loyal companion carved from a sturdy oak.
This eternal gratitude will never be revoked.
You've been there for me more then
some human folk.
I think I may be in love with you and that is no joke.
Please stay by my side until the day I croak,
if perchance we come upon a very nasty bloke,
I will turn you upside down and give him a poke!
Fourteen frenzied folk dancers telling fairy tales
Finding fifteen frisky folk singers, some with tails.
Friendly folklore frightening fools, freckles and more.
Forbidden folktales foraged by frisky faeries galore.
Fitting a folksy framework of fulfillment in field number four.
I am inspired to folk dance my way out there, my interest doth soar.
Cowboy
Brawny, Tough
Riding, Roping, Drinking
Spurs, Horses, Companions, Jewelry
Racing, Riding, Flirting
Spunky, Tougher
Cowgirl
SAME MAN, SAME FOLK
The day I adorned value:
Damask king of attire
Gold made me new mint
And my finery nonpareil ;
Even kings called me son.
Then dearth dressed me up
In a calico from cockroach’s jaw
And hooves that tilted starboard
It was want’s magic moment:
The visible turned invisible.
So I wondered what had changed
Same man , same folk
Then a thought sprang up in me :
No one avoids a man because
He rode on a horse yesterday.