Short Leaved Poems
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For its own proud boast
Nothing lusty heard
For a tree, gleamy leaved, raised is.
Its bird; left to it.
With an upheaved breast
To sing, far and wide, its praises.
Life leaved lavished locations
east establishes engagements
north normally had nothing knowns
west wishes no wastes
south summon their souls
life left rubbishes and rashes.
Are all these eyes imbued
With a magic of
Soft awed insightfulness
Under Autumn's spell.
To note, in both apple
And what thereabouts
Old carted, rusty leaved
Alike fair does swell.
The love that fills
To the brim,
Then spills
Over
And D
R
O
P
S
On those below
(There are always others below)
Becomes
A four-leaved clover
A drop of love
From above
What luck!
Life's new cage-managed
City nightmare's
'move, move' shook up nerve current
Fear-rushed, amid
For its old world dream
Time-paused, at peace.
Upswirls, for a smoky town.
Rusty-leaved. Hid.
All the fluttering flicks of the dewy-leaved trees
Send showering silvers to kiss and please,
But our lips, slim smit in the midst of these,
Send shuddering shudderings right through our knees!
All the fluttering flicks of the dewy-leaved trees
Send showering silvers to kiss and please,
But our lips, slim smit in the midst of these,
Send shuddering shudderings right through our knees!
Ash; that enlivens
The subject of death.
Kicked, blown up, child, wind - by us!
And how frivolous!
Ash; autumn-leaved.
By what you'd think is
An irreverence, does see one
Age-smiled, nothing wrong.
Flame-leaved, to a fireside's
Warmth of embracing.
Charming trailed, now is Autumn
Cozier facing!
No sounds, which time of year
Rainy, whilst rug-lain
Could ever be heard to dull
That crackle; heart's gain!
To move with such gaiety!
Windily free.
Whilst every route you're on flies off
Rule-resistant.
As laughingly cavelier
Strongholds, here, there
Leaved, tiled, of concord, off pitch peel.
Bared fright! Instant!
Stormy, showery, windy
Freezing evening
Wintertime, timber
Leaved forest, pointed pines old
A forlorn dog
With thoughts in its head
Growls at eared, sleepy owl
Who rises from cursed bed
Without a pause
Turned and fled
An eerie feeling grips, goose
pimples
A sign of the fear present in
people
The dread of the green leaved
masquerade
On the grounds our ancestors
strode
It's a place where mortals and spirits
couple.
(Written on the 25th June, 2015)
Tanka
It is cold outside
Yet almond trees bear flowers
Sun and rapid rain
Winter and spring dance tango
A green leaved oak applauds
Tanka
A charming princeling
Fight battles in a lost war
Pleased by his dimness
The tabloids are triumphant
He has made war glamorous
Going on Holland America Cruise on
Oosterdam. It leaved out of Ft. Lauderdale
on 16 October and returns on 26 October.
It will be going to Eastern Caribbean.
Will not have access to internet so
will not be entering any poems
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Jim Horn
Soul! My soul never leaved me,
Even after I died—in white sea.
Weight so heavy, takes me deeper,
after that I became pure and clear.
Moon isn't the beauty of dark skies,
Sleeping below the cool air tonight.
Meet somewhere between the stars,
Light up the eyes and stay besides.
No tweet's lack, no wind's slackness
Is behind this hush.
Awe. Multiple-eyed; dew-moist.
Earth's. Sprigged, leaved and grassed.
Man, having, what in the soul
Lights, diviner, faith
Snuffed out, for a face of dread
As it were drained of
This of its hallowing love
Shows what's harder glassed.
Trees
look down,
breath catching,
at reflections
mirrored in mountain
river's deep, quiet pools;
those shy wallflower maidens
leaved in sizzle tinted dance gowns
blush scarlet beneath the sun's bold gaze,
accept his hand, swirling to a wind waltz.
Copyright, September 20,2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Take a quick moment to sneak a peak into me
Into my pain, but only gather up the pieces of me, which do not desire to cause you this same rain.
I am purposely here. You are to, don’t be drowned out by the sorrows left in you!
Get up! The fight is isn’t OVER, and you can’t win a battle, wishing on a four leaved clover!
Form:
Be leaved
In your redemption
As whole
Leave is unworthy
Of spirit
Usual day
Ends of spittle held
Under nectars perch, hast child as babe
Layed beneath wounds crown?
Neither beckon of blankets coldened ease
Wells, as slavic despondent ledgers
Nor, blathering distinct indemptions buffet
Break winds towards lightnings laughter
From the grey-leaved tree
Even our giant Iroko
The eaglets with hopeful wings
Flying & pattering with their wings
Drumming like the drums of the jungle
Rhyming with an eclipse of their times
– O, these motets
Of disjointed hours! –
The birds fly away over our heads,
From a forest of omen, with wings
Looking like an eagle’s wings!
Form:
The sky turns from pink and purple,
To the majestic blue,
The green-leaved trees sway in the wind,
The river flowing downhill,
As I sit on the green grass and wait,
The sky darkens to almost black,
And the stars twinkle in between dark blue clouds,
The full moon shines bright through tree branches,
And the cool breeze blows my hair slightly,
If only life could be so peaceful as night.
Two kitty cats, strode up an autumnal. red-leaved covered hill.
The day being cast in loveliness, they went to visit the old mill.
By then it was noon, so they fried delicious fish on a picnic grill.
Then, sauntered home, to snore like royalty, upon a heavenly, comfy, velvetty-covered, window sill!
9/18/2025
O pening up my front door this morning,
C ould not believe what I saw there.
T he aroma of wood smoke was in the air.
O vernight the entire world had changed,
B ountiful beauty as far as the eye could see.
E very leaved limb shivered in the cool air.
R eminding me of all my autumns gone by.
Written for Andrea Dietrich's contest
"Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven-Acrostics Challenge #3"
Raindrops fall in the lake a ring of embraces
Soft and shy as a maiden’s kiss,
Welcome back my lovelies you have been away too long.
On big leaved plants on the lake’s banks, pearls
Large and small glitter in the evening light for now
They too will fall roll into the lake, which will be whole
Again, after a summer with no precipitation.
The lake had become muddy and most trout died out.
Now it will be full and blue, admired by the sky.
Bugs whispered to Marvin in the pale moonlight
we can overtake this election with a strategic Martian fight
Marvin’s helmet fluttered as he muttered, Bugs, we could be the common denominator
Bugs Bunny uttered his plan to Marvin the Martian with Porky Pig as the new moderator
We could rattle their brains after Porky is trained and leaved them all flustered
Porky said he’s on board and gives his accord, is what he stuttered
October 7, 2020