Short Jostles Poems

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Premium Member Jangle

Just when it's set to meld
Jumble shake makes trouble
Jingle crescendo clangs
Jangle bangle rattles
Junking love's blind assent
Jarring discordant doubts
Jostles our hands apart


Late Winter Sunrise

From the morning twilight,

the sun rises too highlight,

a beginning of earthly birthright,

and set about the day,

The light, shining firsthand,

shimmers across the land,

as night feels its strife,

light's behemence to life.

The morning dew,

who once condensed,

decamps into air,

as incalescense prospers.

A light breeze jostles,

a branch in season dormant,

life passionately waiting,

this cold season's debarment.

Every Time the Doorbell Rings

Cruelty and indifference
gallops away with the winter's 
chill
tight-lipped determination and 
venomous fragrance
jostles excitedly to escape
affection and scorn rips me 
apart
i want to feign sleep or death
i want to rise up
look my best
bring back the charm
of lost love-tickled days
shriveled by cold
looking harmless or arrogant
in intoxicating promises
he's always true to fickleness
i rise and fall
 every time i see him
every time the doorbell rings

Premium Member Floating

Listen to poem:
To float on the sea 
is a delight for me.
To be rocked by waves that
urges, surges and mummers
a welcome aboard from the sea,
is giddy gosh, gleeful to me.
The prods, prompts, jostles and
pulses of the waves that caress
my body or vessel's hull
is like masseur's touch -
comforting, warming, healing and relieving me.
For water is the matrix, mater
and milieu that comforts me
in its arms, supporting me
to float so effortlessly, 
gracefully, weightlessly
in free-form bliss.
sea

Premium Member A Winter's Walk

Snowflakes dancing with the wildest wind,
Those to enhance footprints destined.

The Barren moor top in virgin shroud,
Mingles and jostles amid darkest cloud.

Snow on ‘Daughton Heights’ Reflecting,
Gleaming dreaming retrospecting.

Upon one’s journey through drifts bound,
The first imprints honest and profound.

A Whiter shade of pale exposed,
Blanket mist, the sun indisposed.

The Crocus the Snowdrop quivers,
Above ground another dawn shivers.

© Harry J Horsman  2011
Form: Couplet


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