Short Haystacks Poems

the snow covers the pasture - the haystacks disappear...

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pushed for photoshoot
farm bridesmaids on haystacks~
           red face lost her top

10/11/2022...

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K'ómoks

Mountains like haystacks—
Pearly hills stretching over
A nestled city

J.R. Dawson aka 'Yiska' © 2014 ...

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Cicada chirp
vibration.

Comes an image
of heat, sweat, sweet clover
and haystacks that itch.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Laura McKenzie's contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...

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Haystacks and poplars
Rivers and views
Gardens and lilies
with abstract hues-
these impressions ..I choose

Claude Monet 1840-1926 (Water Lilies series 1923-1925)...

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The field stretched across the plains
like a sea of yellow sunrays
glistening off the peaks
of little hills of haystacks
dancing and floating across the fields
On a throne of wheat and wearing 
a golden crown.
to honor the fertile ground
of reds and brown....

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A quirky young farmer named Ted
Used haystacks instead of a bed.
His wife in due course
Applied for divorce
'For that was the last straw!' she said.



31.08.19


 'Make Me Laugh Limerick Contest Poetry Contest' sponsored by Tania Kitchin

syllable count  : 88558...

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Splendiferous skies
Sunflower sunrise
haystacks of lilacs
pastel daisies play
with robins and jays

fragrant grass finds
bunny behinds
cotton lambs coo
earth's lush rebirth

a spring dream
until my
face hits a

clinging
bug filled

web

3/09/21

Poem of the Day
3/11/21...

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A fragrance, the tangy dagger
of plums down a road,
sugary kisses on teeth,
juices of life, seeping through fingers,
in sweet ripening flesh,
of meadows, haystacks, the hungry
hiding places in vast houses,
of long forgotten mattresses, wild green valley
glanced from aloft, through a secret window:
all of adolescence burns and drowns,
like a lamp dying down in rain.

***

February 21, 2017...

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Monet strayed from trees and haystacks on this canvas
kept his signature clouds and barely touching strokes
verdent grass is speckled a lot like Cezanne would do
the muted colors fairly yell Monet to the connoisseur

woman’s shadow is perfection, as is her green umbrella
lifting this admirer’s hazel eyes from top to bottom
was this lady an unrequited love or possibly his mother?
Monet was never one to tell, so no one knows...

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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...

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Down in Hillbilly Hollow, under the silver moon,
Rustlin' leaves and hootin' owls, playin' a country tune.
Haystacks high, and the creek runs low,
Life rolls by, nice and slow.
Dirt road windin', bend to bend,
Kin and friends 'round every end.
Old guitars strummin', hear the sound,
Laughter echoes, love abounds.
Barefoot dances, by the old barn door,
Stories told, of legends yore.
In Hillbilly Hollow, hearts are full,
Under starlit nights, life's beautiful....

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Torn, tattered, tainted,
my Book of Shadows

Travels with me,
from cities to meadows

Drawings included;
demons and rainbows

Spells introduced,
between haystacks and cornrows

Too frequented to be dusty,
fingerprints galore

Weathered in delight,
my personal grimoire 

Some may find it spooky,
but to me, I adore

Empty pages wait for me,
what do they have in store


Tuesday, November 23, 2021
''W'' New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France...

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