Short Marshy Poems

marshy mossy fly
fuzzy crowding cattails
green bulldog croaking

music in the bog
evening buzzes and humming
wild things aboard...

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Each step turns fearfully tricky,
Like a land marshy and sticky;
Lord, without your graces, I feel,
In worldly existence no zeal...


03 May 2022...

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Marshy dirty pond
                 blossom large pink flowers
                 rise above water
                 carry no dirt and are clean
                 large round leaves hold no water...

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blue butterfly floats
about a marshy meadow ~
picturesque splendor


Haiku - Color With Alliteration Poetry Contest (Winner: 6th Place)
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Date: 08/23/2020...

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Freed from burdens of cold ice carpets
Grasses resurrect from marshy pits
Rays from a red fireball from far
Shine like gold dust from a long lost star.
Songs of each bird have volumes hidden.
From freedom no one is forbidden.
...

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Grassy ponds heave
under the tread
of moss piglets.
Kraken of microscopic
significance,
fill the forms of waterbears.
Tardigrade leviathans
plod a sodden sod,
toil assiduously
in the marshy haze
until Bur-marigold
grow out
of their dead giant heads....

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Icy is the breeze
as it flows  over the Tundra
making big snow drifts 

Cheeky monkey waits
until your back is turned
then steals all your fruit

golden ray of sun
blazing paths full of sunlight
warms as it touches

rain teeming downward
flooding the marshy grasslands
beware the bog lands...

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Marshy   natives  claims  own bog 
Changed in  light   paints  in needle work
Space by space  to lit  hole in swampy darkness

Every  shape thought is legitimate
As it  hangs  in  a opening tree
In  mystical  ways  the  one and only flare
As branches  in  fierce bubled in naive land...

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Mind has many doors
At times it's an unknown peninsula
A labyrinth at closer look.
Move scum slovenly
Or else you'll lose yourself
Dreams,swarming feelings
Make a slough of despondency
A slog of sorrow
Marshy land
Squirm through closed doors
Of turbulent mind
Hearken, mind murmurs
And get lost with 
The way of the world....

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Death
seeping
through the walls
dark dampened mind,
Sunlight ceased to enter here long ago
thoughts sinking deeper and deeper in ground
like marshy land,
depression
winner
now.



© kashinath karmakar ( 14 th June 2011)
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Placement :6th (January 2012)

Contest:In the Mood any Poem

Sponsor:PD(Irma Linda)...

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I dip my toes into the lake  
beneath our dock of Summers gone. 
Chilled skin meets sun, soft in their wake 
as Mayflies hum in misty dawn.  
 

A day of flushed sky overhead. 
Bare legs sway from the splintered planks 
to songs of joy unlimited 
as loons take flight from marshy banks.    



Written for: A Lay for A Day in May Contest,
5/9/22...

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Springtime's gold of a youthful moon
covers me with languid reveries holding 
my gazes captive in woodland--

A portrait of birds, flora in endless variety
weaves  through marshy lanes,
and I am stilled by this beauty--
the soft rise of all that glimmers
in a rhythmic wave of spontaneity,

reminding this proud man 
the reverence within the wild of woods.



May 2018 Contest, Brian Strand
Posted 16th of May 2018...

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A metallic muzzle
breaking through a marshy bog;
an unlikely find out here
in the rain-riddled moor.

I finger dig the soft ground,
reveal the snout of a short barrel,
clay clogged, emerging  -
haul out the rest,
a revolver!

Who hid or threw this?
This ‘who done it’ out here
in the wind-swept nowhere.

Bluing worn away,
steel beneath dented and pitted,
firing pin corroded
yet heavy still
with unknowable sin....

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A metallic muzzle
breaking through a marshy bog;
an unlikely find out here
in the rain-riddled moor.

I finger dig the soft ground,
reveal the snout of a short barrel,
clay clogged, emerging. -
haul out the rest,
a revolver!

Who hid or threw this?
This ‘who done it’ out here 
in the wind-swept nowhere.

Bluing worn away,
steel beneath dented and pitted,
firing pin corroded
yet heavy still 
with unknowable sin....

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Splick, splosh, splash. The stormy sky’s crash;
Emptying all of heavens rejected sadness onto our heads.
Greed is laughing, as gales fell trees to the marshy ground.
The knurled earth twists and boils spitting out sorrow.
Lightning strikes!
Umbrellas deflect angels’ tears and direct the gods’ fury,
Darkness encompasses the earth-
Evil takes Joy’s place- 
All is death. All is hatred.
When an infant’s cry’s for a lost mother lightens the skies....

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He sang the song at sunrise, to the morning dawn
It rose into the atmosphere and carried on and on

It fell in gentle rain upon the barren lands
It moistened upturned faces and was caught in outstretched hands

It blew within warm winds across the marshy fen
Was whispered through the waving reeds and reached the hearts of men

This song is never ending all around the earth
The song that started long ago with our sweet Saviour's birth...

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