Short Lean To Poems
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Spare change jangles
in my pocket
makes me lean to one
side*
your music warms the
subway station
I gladly give my
tithe
*New Scientist -
Dec. 1995
Walking the tightrope so narrow
Careful not to lean to either side
Public safety over here, freedom of speech over there
~ In the end, administrators so damned scared
scarlet streaked with yellow
I lean to breathe in her scent
I reach out to feel her touch
she pricks me
and I bleed...
bleed her scarlet fever
bleed her yellow fever
she needs me to bleed
so gladly I bleed
scarlet streaked with yellow
Every life dwell in the bosom of the love,
echoing the bliss of eternity,
ringing as a heavenly gong the holy song,
the song of love wherewith even hell
had thrilled and the grief ignites,
and the eager souls lean to hear with awe.
I've noticed,
As our economic and politically empowered
too consistently lead with their Right,
All us non-elite women
people of color
LGBTQ
and indigenous people
predictably lean to our Left
To find a space
where we feel safer,
and a sacred place
where we might imagine
our lives actually matter.
Those who fly alone
Can survive tornadoes and floods
Leaning on others is not their go-to.
Lone wolves
Become savvy and wise
Learning more than most
Those who go it alone
Can survive other’s wrath
Crawl into ditches or pitch a willow lean-to
We are our own best teacher
Experience is our playground
Survival is our work
No matter how much I try
I always look back
At least once a day or may be less or may be more
Oh that allure
The river Emerald
The intense green
Reminds me of something I have seen
No more I ask myself why
Obsessed with the infatuation
Pain in motion
I picture your face
I lean to kiss
The thin air
Melancholic grim
The river I once have seen
Emerald Green
Love comes when you try to feel
good about yourself. I love a good laugh
to make my days of sadness go
away. If you feel depressed, you will be loved
no matter what or why. The most important
aspect is to realize that life is not always a winning
game, you lean to live as you like to feel good about yourself
about life, which should bring you tremendous joy.
Form:
I’ve fallen to the winter’s dust
And nurtured on His blood.
I’ve aged like desert sages green
That lean to bend the bud.
I’ve ripened under bleaching sun,
The rain and drifting dearth.
I’ve taken root in sifting sands
That rock this gentle earth.
Long withered past the dewy crown,
My blossomed seed dispersed,
I hunger for His driven wind
And bend to quench my thirst.
Wild Life
Birds silent and sequestered
In the sprawling woods, far from sight
Feral cats hiding behind the lean to shed
Preen and rest, await the unsuspecting prey.
For poetry contest: Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest Sept. 5, 2021
Original poem "Today"
Come,
See me, the way you like,
Touch or slit
Pinch or rip
To provide you relief.
Pull my heart
Out of my family
To lean to thee
Or feed in me the poison
To vomit riches.
For you, I’m a puppet
To quench your craving,
A wet fantasy of sigh,
Or a pair of firm beguiling thighs
Or a fertile piece of land to yield a lad.
I bear all that you wreak
For, I’m and I’ll remain
Mother, the creator of men.
I cannot deny my “yellowness”
Its golden edge slicing the sunshine
Causing the sunflowers to sulk
Although they claim residency
While I just blew into town
Nearby Jonquils aren’t impressed
Yet lean to take a look
I revel in my “yellowness”
Rest gently against the breeze
Beckoning the honey bees
They will tickle me tenderly
Gathering my essence
Promising my “yellowness” is safe
Just catching a fresh wind to another town
Make a change to
eliminate the big spills
colors' Black
the responsibility is yours
to stop the chills
In life's span
you must take your own chance
On earth among others
Don't lean to much on your brothers
With envy, ignorance and neglect
We learn to be a nuisance
Because the telos
of and in your life
Is hard to complete
without the proper
guidance and training
It seems to always be raining
Usually found among the rich and famous
Blacks
The pale face of nature
Of flowers and treetops
So battered and weary
Come out of the shadows
Tattered and bobbing
At long last are smiling
The welcomed arrival
Of sunkissed horizons
Has blissfully welcomed
The gold in the morning
All smitten with cheer
Trees lean to the side
Drunk on the sun
Lifting their branches
Keeping it near
I long for it too
As I move out my chair
From under the shade
To drink in the sun
After dark winter days
To welcome it here
Alone in the forest
at the mercy of sound
no lean-to for shelter, nor
bed of leaves on the ground
wind cracks through the brambles
rain’s icy fingers reach in
to magnify doubts and concerns
of faraway kith, distant kin
when of a sudden the collie
she’d heard of appeared
nuzzled up to her and
with that ~ disappeared
October 03, 2022
Entry in 'A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest'
Thou thy lass of heart's desire
A bloom of Eden's Garden
From thou charm my soul thee mire
My love aught dare to pardon
I beseech thee unto marriage
With hands of ample adore
In ring we journey by carriage
Unto our heavenly door
Now in hand, a dwelling we share
Amidst a montane dingle
Adoring much the child we bear
Our love we lean to mingle
Amidst our eld of solitude
Our beauty transitory
With death we so strode to elude
As heaven raves our glory
Downy white snow clinging softly
to brown brittle branches.
Birds silenced and sequestered
in the sprawling woods, far from sight.
Feral cats hiding behind the lean-to shed
preen and rest, await the unsuspecting prey.
A spatial landscape, painted in peace and harmony
TODAY.
It's raining, oh my God, it's raining
Things aren't going bad
It's raining, oh my Goddess, it's raining
We're getting better, be glad
It's raining, oh my Stars, it's raining
Lean to the left, swing to the right
It's raining, my good Lord, it's raining
Lost my breath to the beautiful night
It's raining, my dear Leader, it's raining
But I'm nice and warm inside
It's raining, my wise Mage, it's raining
Giggling under covers, we hide
It's raining cats and dogs outside!
~Reecie
My son learn to
Walk slowly
So you may not
__________________
Kick an ant
Because it needs
To live also.
Message:
1. Lean to mind people
of the last class
Because they are
also human being.
2. When you are driving ,
remember that there is
someone who is walking.
3. Someone can be rashing
in life and fail to reach the pic.
But the other one who walks slow
slowy reach his" her" destiny.
May 04/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris