Short Gravelly Poems
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. . . sunlit drizzle down
gravelly road back to town
up there, rainbow crown . . .
Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey
Walked to large mushroom store on the bay
Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way
He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray
Gaze is hidden in shadows
Shimmering off a shallow sea
Eyes cannot avert
Like honey on the tongue
Hard candy sucked to a sheen
Warm flow covering a gravelly bottom
Cannot soften the core
Vanity is all that is offered
Under the wind
of an electric fan
the old balladeer sounds
like a tired man,
blinks his bleary eyes
as fast as he can;
breath reeks of nicotine
and of stale rum,
crooning his song
with a gravelly hum,
the captive audience gossips
and chews gum!
molly mcbee had a brogue that was thick
her gravelly voice scared her neighbor Brick
when he saw her coming he ran away
she laughed at this, showing her sense of play
here she comes, cute Molly McBee
She will be the death of Brick and me
Brick is hiding behind yonder tree
Please hide me from Molly McBee
UNNERVED
a fresh grave, gravelly dug,
collar gathered and put upon.
the doghouse, below the gloam,
godforsaken with a gaping hole.
guard of gray-glass, at midnight,
hardly hinders gathering ghosts.
unnerved fear grips my sleep,
gangly bedroom curtain grieves.
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The ground gaped garishly, gored with ghastly gouges of glowing, gravelly gobs ...
Finally unfettered from a frigid firmament, flames flung fiery, flaring fingers
ferociously forward ...
The blazing bastions bent on burning the backwood bluffs bare with bitter brutality ...
Unholy hoards of heated horror hailing the heavens with heinous, heckling howls of
hellish hostility.
Flying carefree on the breeze
Colored leaves full of sun
Glint joyously as they twirl
Like pages falling
From my book of life
Celebrating-
Reminding me of when
I was young
Carefree, just a wisp
Treading barefoot
Along gravelly roads
When days were long
And I - all alone
Would leap off haystacks
Just me –and the wind
Blue skies, clouds
And imaginary things
Until sunset beckoned
It is time- you must go home.
© Brenda V Northeast 2010 rewrite- 24th Jan 2012