Short Marshy Poems
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marshy mossy fly
fuzzy crowding cattails
green bulldog croaking
music in the bog
evening buzzes and humming
wild things aboard
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
Marshy dirty pond
blossom large pink flowers
rise above water
carry no dirt and are clean
large round leaves hold no water
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
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.
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.
The marshy lands,the meadows green,
The miraculous creations are yet to be seen.
The nature's beauty spread around,
The swaying flowers,the chirpy sound.
The mountain peaks ,reaching the sky,
The wonderful creatures, fly free so high.
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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
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
Form:
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.
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)
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
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.2018
Contest Hexaline 5 May
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.
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.
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.
Form:
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