Short Gully Poems

A Rushing Creek.A beavers' broken dam.Washed Out Gully....

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raining chunks of ice
leaving bare cold limbs in wake..
ice water gully  ...

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Gull floats on ocean
Gully below streams the line
Gullible we can


23rd September 2016
5-7-5 howmanysyllables.com...

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gully of water
trickle down, forming fissures…
dried flowers thirst quenched   


Contest: Nature Comes To Life
2nd Place...

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Jen the hater was an awful bully
People’s reps she would gleefully sully
We made her our friend
Things were on the mend
Left her bad attitude in the gully...

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ravaged empty bed
                                           clouds building, gully washer
flood me with your love









David Meade
Live Generously...

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Thesis dropped in gully - off guard moment, work down the drain.


Date written and posted : 25 August 2020
    
Contest : When plans don’t go to plan 

Sponsor : Silent One...

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If I could…
I’d explore these woods
on a summer afternoon.

Where does this imperceptible path lead,
through valley, glen, or gully?

If I could…
I’d explore these woods,
but I have other paths to follow....

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The pop corn patter of spring rain
slathering the landscape
curling the fern fronds
closing the dandelion’s ruff
gully washers 
speed through stone stream beds
marsh mallow yellow flowers
the lowlands and a misty
burgeoning peace settles over
a fresh May day....

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.
Cottonwood Tree stood
By a  deep gully 
Precariouly bent
Until tornado
Shook it to its core

The strong winds blew
Destroyed leaves
Some limbs broken
Roots were strong deep

Tornado 
Shook to depth
Of belief

Tree stands 
Tall Still 

Saved...

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   I’d never seen a Fox Trot
      nor a Jittery Bug
   Though whenever I’d Twist
      in agony I’d Shout

   But when a Hully became a Gully
     and Monsters like Potatoes were Mashed
   This Jerk got on his Pony ~
     and Loco Motioned those Stoned Phonies
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Eye of Newt and zigzag slither of snake
Let me get even with Zelma McBake
She was a bully
Down by the gully
Please turn this zombie into a garden rake!

Her spell had been sold with a guarantee
She was very disappointed with thee
I thought it would work
Sold to me by a jerk
Unhappy customer turned me into a flea!...

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A balmy night cloudless and clear
With a full moon floating appearing near
Laughter drifted down the hill
An Australian summer night in quite a deal

A gully wind blows to cool us all
Children play and to each other call
Lovers walk together holding hands
Whispering to each other in sensual demand.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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ninny nonny noose
     with a neck inside

stretchy stretchy stretch
     and the witch she died

golly, gallows in a gully
hanging hung in such a hurry

spell a spell a spell did she
with a bucket boiling full of tea

with which the witch survived
     never never died

ninny nonny noose
     no neck inside!



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In the stray lavender of twilight
as cactis' spindled obelisks
brush spreading lapis sky
a honeyed sun 
holds tight
to desert crags
for a last glimpse
of fulgid sage
and adobe rainbow dwellings 
sprawled in the valley.
I await the candle moon's 
flickering smile
shining in gully water
and darts of starlight
glowing in my arid dreams....

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A fern gully with
a green covering,
camouflage of
something. 

What
dwells beneath,
some mystical beast?
A troll with snarling
teeth, maybe a pixie
wandering in peace.

It's a magnificent world
hidden from humanity,
as we will never understand.
Man wants, what man wants.
We plot and take, we bend                             
things till it breaks....

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A track leads through a gully in the bushland
Following the least line of resistance in a haphazard plan
The kookaburras and the magpies squawk happily away
The sun on my back makes me want to stay

Walking to the rock face broken on the gorge face
Two wallabies look our way and away they race
A creek flows through glistening in the sun
The day exploring is heaven easily done.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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An Angel On High

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mountain hides the hills
gully valleys rest its heels
who rides the skies on wing steed
the burning blaze infernal
gully valleys rest its heels
what I see what you see
the burning blaze infernal
generally seeking eternity
what I see what you see
Whom rides the skies on wing steed
generally seeking eternity
mountain hides the hills


6/12/20

written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©...

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I can't imagine any pleasure,
              in being stuck,
                          at               the                end               of               a      rope,
       (no doubt in great discomfort),              
             up some gully in the cold,
                    in danger of being blown                                                        off,
                           with no obvious way of getting back

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down....

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Day one of rain, rattles down our drain
In the air there's a new fresh smell 
Day two of rain I'm working tonight
So easy to sleep and feel well!

Day three of rain, the grass shines new
A gully washed down by our home
Day four of rain, is a little bit much
We feel cooped up and very alone!

Day five of rain, would prove the end
Leaving my yard, a murky soaked marsh
Then someone said, "We needed it, though!"
What I replied, came out quite harsh!...

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Oh! Maiden
Pass you the men den
Where is your pride?
Flaunt it let it not hide
Oh! You have none
A stigma to be forever born.

Mother's warning not yielded
Father's cry was not needed
Once you were, a beautiful virgin
Now a useless bottle of gin
A broken calabash
How great was your crash.

Your friend's lure
Has no evidence of a cure
The man you trusted with your blood
Ran away like a plethora of flood
How do you fill this gully?
And your lost pride a healing?...

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Give me a keg of palmwine
That I may drink to my demise

For to die is gain and to live is pain
In a land not sorry for our worry
Like a toddler cruising in a lorry

Our lords sailing on the yacht 
Driven by the waves of poverty 
Gulping glasses of champagne 
Squashed from the grapes of agony

Lords eating fried lies and check-ins
While we ride on a trolley down a bumpy gully
To shatter our broken piece to bit pieces

©®
Ishmael Ogbechie 
Portharcourt...

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Forget the corn 
Down the gully, boy 
It is a poor crop 
To our present history. 
First Heather, 
Then your father 
I am torn with so many griefs for you 
Then just when healing was about to begin 
Your best brother to me 
And your sister evading memory 
Tore the sepulchre of pain open. 
O little tree 
How do you take all this storm? 
Where do you find the roots 
So deep down to cope? 
God must be very good, 
Very deep soil to you. 
Please plant again, my faith in three....

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Some things are a given
When you work upon the land
You can always guarantee 
Things will not go to plan

The minute you're in charge 
And everyone has gone away
A problem will crop up 
Promptly ruining your day 

You go out to see the cattle 
Checking their welfare 
And find the electric fence is off 
And the paddock is now bare 

Have they gone down in the bush?
No the problem is worse, of course 
They're over at the neighbours - 
Up a gully in the bloody gorse...

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