Short Glean Poems

Glean cornfield
southbound geese
refuel...

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glean in Cicero
large flock of geese
southbound...

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oak tree sheds rich crown
squirrels glean the meaty spoils
residual shells...

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lean fields topped up shedding trees in fullness~~glean pluck play togetherness...

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Please don’t think I’m mean
As your chess pieces I glean….
Including your queen


By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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Louis' neck in the guillotine
CEOs glean much from this scene
Selfish as ever
These kings mean and clever
Make their steely getaways clean...

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On reading your poem what I glean 
isn't quite what I want you to mean.  
Since my mind's so inclined
unlike what you have lined,
I read just what I want 'in between'....

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Talent of a poet
Gift from God - I know it

Can write almost anything
Almost makes me feel like a king!

So write and write and write
When others glean high as a kite!...

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The most Compleat Angler that's ever been
A zillion worms he'd gleefully dangled
Lies cold and squirming, and sadly doth glean
He's feast for the worms used while he angled...

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It
is good
to learn from
experience-
yet
wise
to glean
from those who
learnt life the hard
way
as
minds,like
parachutes
when open,work
best.


after John Russell's definition...

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the stillness centre witnesses all movement 
occurring at the periphery and all points in between
presence sees thus order in seeming chaos
whilst those in the storm, this truth cannot glean...

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It will be as it has always been,
Your eyes as deep as sleep or ponder,

Though I can only glean thy love,
Or in dreams wonder..

That I know the limit of thy lips,

That they are 
Limitless..

Infinite....

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Some men dance hoping for a romance
Some men dance keeping fit of their pants
but the dance most obscene
is the dance made to glean
from your clothes a mad horde of fire ants

For John and Carolyn's Bug contest...

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Twixt sky and Sea
Field, valley and tree
Whether tethered or free
Whatever sight we see
 
Never a glimpse we glean
Of what is and has been
Vast unknown & unseen
The space in between
 
Diana Dalton
7 July 2015...

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The rote shivery wind is Winter's maid—
she breaks heart to own the season's floor;
via frost's degrees in my throat,
while my glean lancet's chills burn.
I tape her over my
skin; my fingers in
our stitches show—
her peel true.
Gloves are
off....

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I’ve often heard it said

elders have empty heads

where cobwebs

encrust each corner

and memories sit

gathering dust

 


But….

 

If you take the time

to sit and listen well

those crusted corners

with memory jewels

will glean for you

wisdom’s lust...

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Some syllables strewn along paths in rows,
spent images cast aside where wisdom grows.
In ruffled rubble a glean glints in tones -
missed stars settled amidst sparkling stones.



Taken from "The Poem Makers" written 3/23/2020
Rithimus Divisa 4
Gregory R Barden...

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The participant
Expectant

The judger 
But a resonator 

Void in between
May glean

Or may not
Being self taught

If he does
Feeling a buzz

Our good friend
Else fiend

Or are we
Unbound and free

Either which way
In play 

14-January-2021...

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In a sky of bluest topaz
I saw the citrine-shattered sun
Glean emeralds from each blade of grass
And gild the elm leaves platinum

Silence, save for the autumn breeze
And in my pockets, not a dime
But do not tell this poet, please
That October’s treasures can’t be mine....

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FAITH CHAOS

I believe in Jesus, but; not in the book
As stories are stolen from others took

O’ Judas, O’ Judah; how you, failed me
But; in doing so you set true faith free

A bodiless God; the essence of essene
From this the real truth you shall glean

Indiana Shaw . . ....

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The power of the written word
  the spoken word supreme

Ink to then commission
  what only breath can glean

Soldiers line up back to back
  letters ranked and filed

The command to march just given once
  —its war chant loud and wild

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)...

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The power of the written word…
  the spoken word supreme

Ink to recommission,
  what only breath can glean

Soldiers line up back to back,
  letters ranked and filed

The command to march just given once
   —its war chant loud and wild

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)...

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Enchantment is sown in the early Spring.
Planted by poets who till and sing,
While later they water the crops with tears,
Wept with the pang of years.

Their fantasies rise like ripened yield,
Bountiful, filling the field,
So sowers of wonder return and reap
Magic, to glean and keep....

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Living in a world of darkness.
Could I do it?
Could I imagine it?
Could I relate?
Could I?

Living in a silent world.
Could I do it?
Could I be this brave?
Could I stand it?
Could I?

Living in a world of hate.
Could I do it?
Could I survive?
Could I glean any happiness?
Could I?...

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I send warm thoughts to the Sky Father.
Hoping to glean His favor during the hunt.
Sending my braves into the wild, under His protection
He will respond in His own way in His own time.
I realize sometimes the answer is not my answer.
Still I honor Him with a meditation seeking His approval....

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