Short Gorse Poems

As
gorse
flowers-
out-of-doors
mating games begin...

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golden blooms
   ready to burst -
   highland gorse...

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march winds gust -

       gorse clings on tightly
       
       whilst daffodils sway...

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Soft Celtic rainfall
Sunlight flicker, shadow play
Iridescent glow
Wild, flamboyant golden gorse
Vibrant vista, summer sun....

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Contest: Halfway Through October: Create a Little Poem, sponsored by Andrea Dietrich.

so cute leaves of gorse
and its small yellow flowers
great to do hot tea...

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Blossoms only given in pink and white 
But of such sweet tempers
The aroma of spring
And as a branch or member of this royalty
We welcome lovely almond scented gorse and broom...

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meandering greens
amidst Autumns creeping turn
King Arthur's seat, proud
gorse amongst the rocky crags
shades as the sunset descends









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Unusual

Upright Virgins Bower
Urn Plant - the silver vase
Umbrella Magnolia
Uva Ursi - bear berry
Ursinia daisies
Ulex gorse sweet perfume
Unusual Eden

5-1-21
Contest: U Pleiades
Sponsor: Kim Merryman...

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We shuffle through the gorse tunnel,
Harsh underworld of impaling thorns.
The reek of alcohol is rising from your back 
Like steam that twists entangling my thoughts
With gut twisting clarity and certainty that
This things is upon you, 
this dark thing....

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Blossoms only given in pink and white 
but of such sweet tempers
and as a branch or member of this royalty
we welcome lovely almond scented gorse and broom 
and leading now to the mayflower time
the aroma of spring
Oh! such aromatic incense soft dreaming of happy time !...

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Once there stood a handsome horse
Truly worthy of royal gorse,
Whose mane did toss majestic word
To declare he's best of herd

And all the maiden mares did vie
For his attention with adoring cry,
'You need no gorse or gallant way,
Trot hither here, don't say neigh'...

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Blossoms only given in pink and white 
but of such sweet tempers
and as a branch or member of this royalty
we welcome lovely almond scented gorse and broom 
guiding gently leading now to the mayflower time
the heady full aroma of early summer
Oh such aromatic incense soft  dreaming of happy times...

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A cowboy is thrown from his horse
Crash landing in dense prickly gorse
He's screaming so loud
It draws quite a crowd
The ‘bucking feast’ - shot dead of course!

8,8,5,5,8 per HMS
Checked with Rhymezone

High Noon Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Joseph May

05/03/22...

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Blossoms only given in pink and white 
but of such sweet tempers
and as a branch or member of this royalty
we welcome the lovely almond scented gorse and broom 
guiding gently leading us now to the mayflower time
the heady full aroma of early summer
Oh such aromatic incense soft a dreaming of happy times...

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Blossoms only given in pink and white
but of such sweet tempers
and as a branch or member of this royalty
we welcome the lovely almond scented gorse and broom
guiding gently leading us now to the mayflower time
the heady full aroma of early summer
Oh such aromatic incense soft a dreaming of happy times...

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The gorse withers on the ground
The Sun is autumnally thin
Silence ties in blue
Those roughshod days
are scattered with the leaves

Schemes are forgotten
Feelings disposed
Into the chamber of nothingness
do we ascend

Lamenting
Guitars are trickling
And the lamp lightly lit
We have come to dream...

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According to an unnamed source,
An interplanetary force
Mysteriously veered off course,
Crash-landed in amongst the gorse.
The comms are dead, the pilot hoarse.
He’s banging S O S in Morse;
He beats the hull like a dead horse.
Just when things couldn’t get much worse,
A text comes in: she wants divorce....

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The gorse withers on the ground
The Sun is autumnally thin 
Silence hithes in blue 
Those roughshod days 
are scattered with the leaves 
 
Schemes are forgotten
Feelings disposed Into the chamber 
of nothingness do we ascend
 
Lamenting Guitars are trickling
And the lamp lightly lit 
We have come to dream...

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Tobie was lost in the desert of Gorse
                                 He found Zombie a smiling handsome corpse
                                             They hugged, made friends
                                                  On the warm sands
                        Zombie said,, " hey pal , you are my main course"...

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Choppy sea below the cliff,
Obdurate ground beneath my feet.
Admiring the landscape,
Stimulating to my senses,
Therapy from nature.
Azure sea that meets the sky,
Lavishly growing heather and gorse
Punctuated between the ferns,
Absolutely beautiful,
Tempting me further along the path,
How I love my walk.

6th September 2019...

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Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
Dusted my shoes in the morning light;
Brushing gorse,crusted yellow
Over the stream with weeping willow;
Into the wood of rush patterned lace
Across a meadow at a slower pace;
Along the cowslip filled track
Under clouds,edged blue-black;
A storm erupted on the scene
Shadowing the pastures a pastel green....

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"When gorse is out of blossom,
kissing's out of fashion",
and the saying's true,
for gorse 'round here grows at odd times,
but there's always some to view.

Bright yellow
it stands between some rocks
towards the sparkling sea.


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11/11/2018

Standard Contest No. 135

Sponsor - Brian Strand

1st place win...

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Blossom of baby's breath
soft white
dusted my shoes
    in the morning light

Brushing gorse
crusted yellow
over the stream 
  with a weeping willow

Into the wood 
of rush patterned lace
across a meadow 
  at a slower pace

Along the cowslip
 filled track
under clouds
    edged blue-black

a storm erupted
 on the scene
shadowing the pastures 
    a pastel green....

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along the walk
   to six acre wood
sat in the sunshine
still needing a hood

observing the swallows
swoop 
    & pass
over
the new growing grass
earth dry&hard
   scented gorse
       in yellow garb

hares in proverbial
  careered without any nous
popping up 
   alongside us

across the vale
 worship floated
enthused& elated
   complemented&blended
my soul
    being mended...

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Winter melts and seeps deep below,permeates cathedrals with snow,in spate 
nature's blood in flood .In moorland gorse new springs become a tumbling 
source.A babbling burn in feathered ferns to riverine unseen,a stream of 
freshwater clean.In rivers soil silts against sloping banks and the current slows 
into eddys, where fat chubb doze.Deeper waters then running free,winding slowly 
to the sea....

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