Short Gazelles Poems
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Tomorrow
Heals
Autumns
Nights,
Knitted by
Snow
Garments,
In
Violet
Iridescence.
Noon
Gazelles
Drink
After
You.
mother hares nurture
gazelles feed with protection
safe preservation
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: April 20, 2016~
Gazelles grazing gaily on golden green grass
Glaciers glittering gold like gleaming glass
Gardens glowing with Gulmohur and Gold stars
Golden gifts of God.
succulent slender grass
sprouting from moist soil
morning Sun slowly rises
as gazelles run
across the Sahara plains
(This piece was published in Tanka Journal)
From the word go, here's my life in a nutshell
A common phrase used to depict the ups and the hells
Am I happy or sad
With the life I've had
Basically happy but who really is except gazelles
at the water hole
a sleeping lion awakes ~
gazelles raise their heads
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Found in the radiant sunlight
Waterfalls cascade in tribute
To the beautiful valleys
Where gazelles graze
And squirrels gather nuts
Beneath serene clouds
Everywhere the light touches
Is a sanctuary untouched by man
There is no war here
There is only peace
Dropped By A Peacock
I can no more justify these poems
than can the pyromaniac
his conflagrations. We both
stand back, the pyromaniac
in his alley, I on my hill,
each of us loving
the leap of our flames.
His are gazelles but mine
are just feathers
dropped by a peacock.
Donal Mahoney
gallant gangsters glorified Germanic gargoyles
graceful gentlemen garnishing gossiping gazelles
glimpsing garbled, gaudy, garish glistening gracefulness
goblin’s Gothic genealogy generating gauzy galactic giants
Giggling galloping godmother germinating gingerbread gags
Gaunt, gooey galoots guiding gabby geese to Graceland’s gates
ROARING HUNGRY LION
sometimes I go on
as a roaring lion roars
chasing wild pig-bores
what is for dinner
gazelles and jackals do run
away from lion
the king of beast roars
chasing those animals he
hungers killing those
animals chases
giant paws/claws embrace
just to kill then eat
chasing wild pig-bores
for he is the king of beast
and he must survive
twinkle toes
twinkle toes
how you
curtsey to the
bright stars
twist-a-bend
with the
sparkling fairies
spin with the
princess ballet
and leap with
the magical gazelles
to chords of David's
symphony that
heaven sends
your way
give me just
a sprinkle of
your dust of
constant joy
just a pinch
of your
eternal energy
only to carry me
through my day
green grasshoppers- vivacious
gazelles
gaily observing nurtured
exhibits
gossamer winged butterflies
gracefully
signifying natures colourful
kites
gently touching floral
parades
perfumed yesterday, today
tomorrow
garnet geraniums
whimsical gypsophila
dainty daisies
ravishing roses
timid pansies
different poses
a gardens grasshopper showcase
© September 2013- Kim van Breda-
Her kisses like red wine touching his lips
Intoxicating, setting his throat on fire
Like a pair of gazelles,
they raced through the forest of desire
Singing their song of love on an invisible lyre
His breath hot and musky
Against her skin soft and dusky
She lay against him, pulsated, pulverized
While he looked on her motionless, mesmerized
The moon covered them in her blanket of light
Blushing at the lovers in sight.
I tried to tie, I said, I said,
some rocks to billowed clouds.
In this I was a fool, a chump!
For rocks, as is both well allowed
and widely wist,
pass always through these vapor stumps,
and gathered mists,
and won't be bound with lumps.
So all I’ve really done is stone the earth
with quarried things that loud ker-thump,
become the cause of people being
sore bereaved with grievous bumps.
Oh no! Look out! Please mind your head!
And look out poems!
Gazelles upon you tread.
Oh, who do you call,
My beautiful one?
Rising in iridescent splendor
In the dark side of light against the creeping dawn.
A mourning cry to follow ere the heat of day,
Dries up the velvet feathered throats of longing.
A reddened eye of patience waits and watches;
Awash in tall grass, brown eyes blink
Then more as fear leaps to flight in graceful bounds.
But a muscular coat of dusty fur and the ruby spray of death
Insures another day of life and an all too ready hunger.
Twelve men louder than cowboys engage in a wild safari
on a plain of West Africa where the grass is yellow and dry,
they chase after gazelles slender and swifter than tigers...
run gazelles, don't let hunters capture you in this wilderness!
Africa is your home, and you were raised being totally free
as others animals are...these mad hunters have no pity for you,
they're after huge profits and don't care if your cubs get hungry;
they will capture you by inducing pain and sell you to a zoo!