Short Glares Poems
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Yellow eyes locking,
glares broadcasting dominance
Bodies crouch, tails flick,
as potential energy
changes to kinetic force
pettifogging shrew
mad landlady glares at you
your rent overdue
Snow falls, cold winds blast.
Roads are slick, ice glares.
Wind is a bear, it tears
at the cold. Wind wraps
around the trees and cars.
Your not far from home.
a balmy evening
sweating out rivers of heat ~
sun glares in silence
too hot to handle
sounds of summer pierce the sky ~
cicada chorus
I must pity Lord Fartwither's horse
as it struggles to just stay the course
both his nostrils he flares
as he bites and he glares
For Lord Fartwithers butt was the source!
Trump In Sad State of Affairs
Trump sure is in sad state of affairs,
And about anyone less always cares;
Making scene;
Looking mean;
Madly glares out window and stares.
Jim Horn
old Smeaton’s Tower
spends its retirement dreaming
recalling its youth
no light in its eyes
glares at the young usurper
on Eddystone reef
Jack Horne for Russell’s In the Light of Haiku contest
The Cat
the truth I do not stretch or shove
the haughty cat looks down from above.
she struts about with nose held high,
and glares at me with disdainful eye.
Picking at my head
I rack my brain for
An excuse to hate you
And one glares at me
But it is not enough
You did what your heart told you
If I loathed you for that
I would be detesting myself
Only months ago
Form:
Red haired, high heeled woman, with your black dress that looks you shout.
You like the glares about you, and the mouths that bite you without.
But do be weary of your legs, cause some men spread even your doubts.
it's the pain you've put me through,
i can't even tie my shoe.
judgmental stairs;
ungrateful glares.
those people are everywhere-
nobody would care.
it is a love, hate
it is a shove, bait
December 15, 2017
tropic afternoons
spent on her Antarctic glares
my dent on cosmos
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Date: 25 / 12 / 2016
Form Haiku
this is the taste of defeat
the white sands wash over
your feet
the sun rises, glares..
then sinks
the days have ended
i succumb to thee
the loss of love
a love that scarred
a touch that burnt
is now a defeat
Cheers!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope bares!
Penelope bears child,
Penelope cares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope fares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope stares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope glares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope scares!
As the full moon glows over a crystal rose underneath my window
a crispy haze of solitude surounds
But as the moonlight glares and shadows dispare in a cloud of darkness
you hand joins mine as our hearts combine
and our pasion comes to life
Flocks of razor-beaked gulls
skim the beach.
It is the birthing time.
Baby turtles flap flippers
as they try to swim on sand.
The sun glares and pins -
down this struggle for life
with a burning indifference,
as hunger fulfills its promise.
Deadly glares
Hollow stares
You don't like me.
Perfectly fine,
AWAY from mine!
I know that's only a pipe dream.
Touch her not!
Have you forgot?
I can bring you to your knees.
I hate you
You hate me too
(Good!) We have better places to be.
Form:
Magical Glasses looking within these lenses
That glares through these hidden shadows.
Scenarios of traps, mistaking fantasy, illusion
Selfishness eluded by compulsion yet gracefulness
and mercifulnedd intervene these cloudiness of
these Magical Glasses.
He is up at dawn,with his snake boots on.A man of his word,he takes on a heard.Rough and
tough the cowboy glares,showing all he's not afraid of bears.Takes out his gun as he rides
into the sun.Roping and riding,a no holds bars.At the end of the day,he gazes at the stars.
they bring me the child
when he’s fighting mad
not one instant sooner
I give him a choice
to speak or be silent
he glares at me
almost always choosing silence
knowing I will respect that
finally talking nonstop
and maybe laughing
I ask no questions
I listen
wildfire grips highland
like rolled furnace
exploding sparklers on night air
glares of blazed ecstasy crackle
leaves wear soot
while trees cough ashen blasts
For Debbie's Haiku Wannabees
by nette onclaud
Form: lune--5/3/5 WORDS perline
Late once more,
with feet unsure,
he stumbles.
Screams at his wife,
in a life full of strife,
and she crumbles.
Far from his words,
thinking in blurs,
he mumbles.
It's a game not to fall.
Her love is the ball
that he fumbles.
He glares with glazed eyes -
A slave to his vice.
Form:
Man in sportswear is a woodland nightmare.
Dawn, soon, drawing near; he hunts a buck deer.
Near black mama bear with cubs in her lair,
Nothing can compare to that cold dark stare.
His weakened welfare felt fear’s deadly glare.
One man and a bear, they both said a prayer.
1/7/2017
A ring of perplexity around me
nuclear complexity
wanton winds compete for affection
ever-shifting, lacking direction
The night deepens, glares flare
fear stalks everywhere
Is there shelter in her charms
beneath the veil of her arms
slathering and slithering
sharp tiny teeth,
short and squat
troll
You smile and he glares
trying to look fierce
You laugh and he bites
your foot
sneaky as a snake
and twice as mean
The only garden
danger that
makes my
blood run cold.