Short Grizzled Poems
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The 'corporate suit' asked Elmer what his legacy might be
The grizzled man clammed up ~ He'd never had a moment free
The sea
the bay
now thickened with gray
from the death of the northern wind
reveals his soul
with heartless roll
and the foam on his grizzled chin
A poet whose hair is now grizzled
got far more than angry – he sizzled!
Obsessed with “misled”,
he repeatedly said,
“Pronounce it as written: it’s ‘mizzled’!”
Pastel
Burnt sienna
Tinged the golden flame-
Reflecting raw umbery on the
Red earth
Unseen
A bluish buff
Grizzled a silver grain
Into lavender scented
Shadows
Pastel
Burnt sienna
Tinged the golden flame-
Reflecting raw umbery on the
Red earth
Unseen
A bluish buff
Grizzled a silver grain
Into lavender scented
Shadows
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
the old man sea
the sea
the bay
now thickened with gray
from the death of the northern wind
reveals his soul
with heartless roll
and the foam
on his grizzled chin
Peace be in your breathe
and in your silence
in your tidings
of gallant appeals
for multidious sea loaves
Peace be in your Sunday picnics
in your seeing
old friends pass away
Let it be in your jazz
and blunted blade
and grizzled bear, that got away
Odiferous, a sad and sordid tale,
for naught remains but that which does assail.
The rascal takes one final, pungent swipe:
grizzled remains along the center stripe.
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H/T to The Sunny Side of Skunks by Gershon Wolf
A fire crackles
stoic, grizzled men
lean into the heat
warm their hands.
Vapors of a past
rise from the ash.
Feigned laughter
fuels the oft repeated lies
recalls the hum of the rails
the irresistible whistle
the swaying rhythm
rocks them to sleep
in their vagabond dreams.
8/26/2021
Vagabond Dreams Poetry Contest
I wish to die
By the Teak rail
Of a salt weathered deck
A poetic death you see…
Wrap’t snug as a bug
Warm woolen shawl round my neck
With my ol’ grizzled dog at my knee
I’d like to be found
Eyes wide open and round
In a rocker of wicker
Gazing out to sea.
What better a death
An ol’ poet’s last breath
Could there possibly
…and poetically be?…
Forth he went upon the sea
grizzled and tough as he could be.
But when the old salt came to shore
he'd look for Jenny Lynn some more.
She was lost from him for years;
he'd shed a bucket of bitter tears.
Dreaming of the day they'd meet
the old man had a heart so sweet.
Someday he would find his daughter.
Till then he'd spend life on the water.
for "Sweet and Salty" contest
Who could be content
with this wretched world
religions bribe
death; bovine silence
tears at my beating red heart
without passions arc
there would only be rational thought
and grizzled earth
arctic cold
poetry beats the gravity
of this rock
deepens the mouth of inspiration
worming through
the machinery of desperation
like Jesus floats
eloquence it's revenge
a helpless idol
dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue
i saw him do this once
in a wind storm
he would shave just close enough
to keep himself grizzled
he could dive into an engine
to wrench a rattle
and make it purr
he was an expert drinker
astounding all-comers
so
ever since
he took a Louisville Slugger
to moms head
the three of us
ma
he
and me
were all astounded
If it isn't my old friend Ebenezer,
why you ugly grizzled geezer!
Have some tea (or soup) of barley,
This is your pal, Jacob Marley.
You needn't be so ghostly white.
There is no reason for your fright.
You've been reading evil books.
That explains your worried looks.
You won't hear rattling chains or moans.
Your business practices, I condone.
Money's good everywhere, even heaven's gate.
You don't need to fear your fate.
HAUNTING
Ghosts, Goblins and Grizzled Vamps
enough to haunt the noblest man-
woe beholds your sickening souls !
Tramping within crumbled castles,
slaying innocents with their stench,
chilling spines through ghastly cries-
woe beholds your sickening souls !
Men if science, Preachers too
have searched your condemnations out-
only to know thee never so !
For a thousand decades
your bloody stories told,
by hapless victims
your sickening souls they beheld !
The aforementioned hedonism, strokes caught up wisdom unmatched by bearish grizzled forms artfully adorned who unmatched then seeks the goal, the post is moved like hell-bent verses that sway from lips underneath the stellar waves amber moons have come to fade, the shades dance in cunning bottled knowhow sent abyss, but she renounced the second wish, so one more laceration coming to the kin, akin to whiplash softly brims and send the message soft and clear, the dithery clouds have parted seer.