Short Grizzled Poems

unseen
a bluish buff
grizzled a silver grain
into lavender scented
shadows...

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Grizzled visages
of ol’ dogs and Irishmen
Signs of well worn lives
...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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?…...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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 !...

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