Short Grassed Poems
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These high-grassed moments
Eyed love's, o'erlooking
Bays, sparkle more
Desired forevers
Where Time, breezy too
Has not lulled for.
From tall church spire
Grassed calms out to
What extends, by the hour
The shadowy.
As sacred over
Thoughts' hallowed ground
What casts, years further back
A memory.
Slipping, as pain-free
A grassed buzz under
Woke sense, living consciousness.
Waspishly grating!
That smooth, subtely.
That unnoticeable.
One, a dream flight. The other
More liberating.
Out a lighter heart, Summer's
This feeling rises;
Wing'ed joy's. As what, warm aired
For this comprises;
Twixt a skied height, now bluer
A grassed, more golden
Dragonfly, hoverfly wisps.
Those of fairy wren.
Blown down on, morning-mild.
Breathed out, afternoons
Of that, for which this heart swoons
Life. Rhythmic; restful.
The element of air
Itself transmuted.
Listen! Grassed, hoppered, wing'ed.
Of harmonists full.
Far blown, furthest
As off your day
Tall-grassed do lie.
What drifts o'er as urgent matter
As fluff let fly.
At this sky's edge
Your world, as wide
In caring for!
What bangs on for priority
Cringe in no more.
A daisy-faced sky. Of all
Reawoke freshness
The most trustful lit, so leant
In its cheerfulness.
Pale, spotless, impeccable.
Where's its schoolgirl's mime?
Besides, Day, as flushed to greet
Its well past which time!
No such lifeless heat-pulsed void
Nothing inhabits.
Whose unimpeded view flits
Screechy hazed away!
And mistake not those ripples
Creeked and grassed a-gleam
For a wind's own stepped cheer-beam.
Eel and snake out-splay.
Losing the world, leaving behind
Its collective static
One gains, where only the wind blows
A companion - in soul.
Through each response, unaccustomed
Felt, at depths, sensitized
To what gives voice to, treed and grassed
The Lord of all - whole.
"Here is rest; and privacy.
Floaty, straw-like grassed.
What hangs is, boughed and buzzed
Unearthly, of
Earth's own bloomed love".
Up on these warm currents of
Passionate longing
Retrace, in what are thought-steps
Dreaming, for her's
A daydreamer's.
In a grassed shallow, bowl-shaped
Above it, asleep
Fox-curled, and deep
Day flies with routine haste, past.
Worries dont creep!
Click-click, beetled and hoppered.
And buzzingly beed.
In starving need.
O To share whose creature comfort's
Snug and plump breed!
This grassed non-place; no-name scent-depth.
Hearts, thereout which bound
Young rabbit-furred, yearling-spotted
Filled with Earth-breathed love.
As free they, and ever fresh, to
This feeling state alone
Left; as I! Floaty peacefulness.
Still yet to drop out of!
Just for to pause
And so let pass
In its own sufficient time
A Day. Slow as!
To be changed by
As to allow!
Tense-eased, life-gripped. As showed
For wrinkled brow.
Hour of it grassed
That courtesy
Eerie-stepped, * restores our sense
Of Eternity.
*Windiness
Let's take a stroll. Mindful
Each hilly step
But leads, ever closer
To a saint's rest.
Cloud pillowed; above
Herd's grassed request.
You, I. That world-detached.
If yet fleshed round.
In Heaven; whilst short of
Breathing our last.
There to stay. Til hunger
Catches up fast!
No tweet's lack, no wind's slackness
Is behind this hush.
Awe. Multiple-eyed; dew-moist.
Earth's. Sprigged, leaved and grassed.
Man, having, what in the soul
Lights, diviner, faith
Snuffed out, for a face of dread
As it were drained of
This of its hallowing love
Shows what's harder glassed.
Over what, grassed, for smooth flight
Softens down their drone *
Shares with these thought-exchanges
A more relaxed tone.
More beguiling; each to each
While, moon-lit, do face!
Cafe's, although served well by
Which intimate hours
Formally smiled, seemed more forced;
Heart through words' embrace.
*damselflies
Formed out of winds, rhapsodic
Dancers; and nymphs! Unseen.
Baring that diaphanous sheen
Eves, mentioned. Time, mystic!
By whom in love, in their midst
Tread lighter. Sprightlier!
One hillside on down, airiest
Tall-grassed, gold-tipped does sway.
To a beach. From out whose coves' spray
Spawned. If but sensed him, her.
I wish to see the summer green
Of rice and corn fields ripening,
While carabaos on grassed-patch graze
Beneath the sky’s blue shade.
But Night deprives of my desire
With crypt-dark, moonless skies;
She hides the plains in velvet drapes,
Not a blink of light in sight.
Nothingness slips swiftly past me,
That maddening sea of black,
While I gaze out the window blindly;
Of sceneries, this travel lacks.
"A goodly, gainful thing"
Caribou told me
"To leave, once in a while
Home's high-ground safeness;
To roam, for what as sun-grassed
Lies in wait sweetly
Fills which need, Surprise's;
Feeds on vast Newness."
"And the most jubilant!"
Dragonfly added.
"To up and go, but now
Out which comfort zone
With that relief's burst, once deemed
Unthinkable sped!
Isle-eying, isle-engaged!
Floaty; no more lone!"
Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
One girl grassed him up and the cops came along
And then he sang a quite different song
It was all consensual, he said, and harmless fun.
The boys in blue just shrugged and ran him in.
Now Sir mopes alone in his cold dark cell.
All that fun has consigned him to his time in hell
To his unending and abiding shame
The sex offenders' register now carries his name
The corn has ripened.
With it is the wizened laughter of a
Mirthless age, showing ashy teeth
Of dappled cowries.
A flavescence so bantered by the courage
Of wilting bloom!
Sadly, sea waves truss the feet of
Burning skies, loosening the tongues of beaches,
Which, with ague, recline on cold, cringing currents.
Old cats mourn the fall of strafed pillars
Burrowing through silt-buried kennels re-grassed for the
Salutation of new vistas.