Short Lowlands Poems

evening flight -
from highlands to lowlands
the sun sets twice...

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loud thunder rages
    in lowlands, apprehensive
       birds tremble in fear...

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The pop corn patter of spring rain
slathering the landscape
curling the fern fronds
closing the dandelion’s ruff
gully washers 
speed through stone stream beds
marsh mallow yellow flowers
the lowlands and a misty
burgeoning peace settles over
a fresh May day....

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Sweeping into the lowlands
The river ran effortlessly 
As the snow melted away
Running in a rage of glory
A quest set forth
To feed the valley of life sustained

From the cold despair 
Each snowflake melting away
Forming a river of love
 From tributaries and veins 

A gift to reveal
A wonderous dream
Life giving water
Had formed a beautiful lake

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The peopke rejoiced sustained for another day
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Robert Allen Zimmerman a gifted poetical man
Known as Bob Dylan with an acoustic guitar in his hand 
Married Shirley Marlin Noznisky aka Sarah Lownds
Who divorced in nineteen seventy seven on disintegration grounds

Sarah Sarah don’t ever leave me, don’t ever go 
Blood on the tracks and tracks in the snow
Sad eyed couple of the Lowlands
Bob Dylan and Sarah Lownds

Clerihew Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
10/01/2019...

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Elastic evil in encroaching European’s enterprising motives.
Level-headed land animal leaves African lowlands.
Eventually they are followed by those who shall not be named.
Private collector hopes tusks will not be a mismatch.
Horrific hunters hold hand-held machetes.
Active game wardens wait for the hunter’s hammiest moment.
Newly arrested poachers rapidly chew their pink mastiche.
Threat to tusks thwarted, wardens sit down to taste tasty tzimmes....

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How far
I have fallen
       from your grace.
The stone I dropped into
the breach last week has yet to
       find bottom.
Can you forgive the silence
      from my heart aware  ~
offering excuse and justification
       unending until I am ashamed
that I thought I could ever hide from you.
       Hear me, Father.  Can you forgive me this
detour into black lowlands?

I see your light ahead.  On humbled knees, God, will you
have me back . . ....

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A silent starting, on the misty highlands,
From unnoticed little springs.
Melodious song it does make, as to the lowlands it speeds
Soon rising and rising from a cheer to a roar,
As taking downward leaps from immense rocks
Gives rise to such crashes…booming across the countryside. 
And through the plains… they spread in great distance,
Soothed in a merry laugh. 
But the ending is as silent as the start;
The mighty ocean, it meets
And releases its burden, which it carried so far....

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