Short Lilt Poems
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I see 3 little birds
landing softly
on the bird feeder
and it’s hard
not to hear
a gentle reggae lilt
in the background.
Luck 'tis said lies bobbling in Guinness head
The more you savor, the more luck you spread
With songs, banter, tales and jokes
Better done by Irish folks
Born to lilt a story, laughter inbred.
The river kicks up its heels in swinging sway and lilt.
Winding downstream in a sinuous snaking stream bed it built
By eroding outer bends, building up its inner bends with silt
Defying the straight and easy path, which like a flippant lover it jilt
OH THAT LILT
Memory has erased my every word.
Yet yours are indelible;
Every word, every inflection, every lilt
Oh, that lilt, invading my sleepless nights.
7th November 2021
Taken from "Our Oak"
Liberum Diversa 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Gregory Richard Barden
Oh Syracuse, Syracuse,
A bright star born to you.
This genius of three was touched by a muse.
Pi, levers, bringing a king great mirth;
With his brilliance this man moved the earth.
Oh goddess of the moon,
Indelible event!
Your festival doth give cause to swoon.
Circles, a shadow, slain dead in the sand;
A horror to mask even an enemy's land.
Form:
>center>I LIKE THE LILT OF THAT
Us …..I like the lilt of that.
Us!
For so long it was only me
Just me.
And I hate the feel of that.
But then, from out of the blue,
Came you.
We …. I like that too.
I plus you is we.
Us is you plus me.
Look at it how you will.
That it how it has to be.
I’ll say it one more time.
Us!
no sound
in a cascade of nerves
submerged
amid a myriad of silences
a serpentine fold
slices through the viscera
and a breath
of phosphor
burns
in the chest’s hollow
a crawling rhythm
of an aborted name
shapeless
a lunar longing
locks into the bones
among the remnants
of a collapsed nebula
I do not heal
I do not return
I am
flesh that refuses form
My true love was not mine.
Can not reveal,
her name. Her love, divine!
True love for real!
We kiss in our dreams.
We made a vow
that one day to seal seams.
We did, and wow!
He split, my dream came true,
our dream, bliss!
Still, wonder if he knew?
She? Still my miss.
For one year her and me,
now married, yes!
Together so much glee,
much happiness!
A Lilt poem, didn't start out that way, was meant to be in a free verse format?Sorry, LuLoo. : -0
Form:
you
dear
should be
confident
with your chaste beauty
not tell a suitor it's phooey
you simply have an air around you that's amazing
allure presents it's finest hour
purely unrivaled
confirm that
would you
girl
please?
It
does
bother
one's psyche
when you won't concur
when one tries to convey to you
your exquisiteness being unparalleled by most
what could one do to prove to you
if one not attached
one could race
to be
with
you