Short Mild Poems
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~The mild man makes meanly as the mortal man manages merrily~
3/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Young Malcolm was meek, rarely riled,
asking for korma, quite mild,
they all thought him nice,
until ordering rice,
that was where Malcolm went wild.
I have joined the group of mad men
who dance the tunes of verses
in space-time continuum
But life hurts us well;
we cry poetic tears,
and earn a sonorous rest.
Form:
Bless you my child who is so meek and mild,
Instead of wild and defiled who had beguiled;
A darling dear,
We want near,
So many more great poems she compiled.
Jim Horn
Maybe this is enough for me,
Reading, writing and literacy,
With craft and friends to greet,
Soon enough for coffee we'll meet,
No need for fuss and strife,
I walk on the mild side of life!
Walking through the woods on a fall day
Nature's blessing before winter has it's way
There's always good ahead
Snowflakes settling on my head
A rare mild day before winter says good day
Relax let the breeze of this mild summer night touch your skin,
Close your eyes,
Open your heart and mind
For a time! you make its long
Take deep long breath.
Open your eyes,
To look attentively at the stars in the sky
If it was cloudy, try again.
Form:
Relatively mild
This winter has been so far
I've yet to feel it's fury
Seen just specks of snow
The wind's bite not quite as strong
But hey, I'm not complaining
Date written and posted: 12/05/2017
It's been a mild winter;
grateful for this
in a light jacket
I feel unwrapped early
less encumbered
sniffing the air
like a bear
leaving her den
no cubs though
too old for that,
and have grown
far too wise
not to fear
the responsibility
of loving....
Summer Mild Night
Relax let the breeze of this mild summer night touch your skin,
Close your eyes,
Open your heart and mind
For a time! you make its long
Take deep long breath.
Open your eyes,
To look attentively at the stars in the sky
If it was cloudy, try again.
The humble soul has self respect
Treat others how you would choose be treated
The apple falls from the tree
for you to take freely - the tree giving
There is a courteous respect
when you look to another - inferior to those around you
holding yourself in lesser importance
and not centred on self
Form:
Warm
April
winds scatter
wicks left by winter...
snow melts revealing barren soil.
Spring
is late
awakening
impatience in me...
to kiss Lucy on lush meadows.
Voices
with sweet
whispers rise
to the dazzling clouds....
anticipating more mild days.
Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci
How does one know for sure that spring has finally arrived...
by the aromatic perfume that fills the warm air,
or by the cheerful melody of a bird not being recognized?
So why doesn't anyone step out and wander
freely on paths to meditate a season so mild and fair?
Written for Francine Roberts's contest,
" Wow Me In Five Lines"
J-ust let March thirteenth
O-pen the day with light;
N-ight cold chill is over,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
S-un early Monday morn
A-ims to warm your heart;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
G-ray haze and dusk depart.
A-llow not the tide to get high, let not the crocodile turn wild;
N-ever ignore the running water, let the river remain mild.
Wherever You are living God
I want to live with You
Whenever You call to me
I'll come running straight to You
Wherever You are preaching
I'm receiving Your great love
Because You are my Savior
All day long I want to be Your child
Like baby Jesus in the manger
He slept there meek and so mild
Guide me along life's path
Never may I feel God's wrath
These were found Amidst the flames of Creativity that Burn deep down Salient
Hearts...
Is there a Likelihood between Bats and Platypuses....
Or maybe between Vampires and Dragons...
Aha! The writings of Saliency on these mild pages...
Damning Thy Six Mad Spirits sending Them Off to that City of Rages...
Life is to be taken in Stages...
Honouring My Quail,Ink and This Wise and Humble Page.
Skull and crossbones bag
Filled with delicious candy
Sitting on the porch
Where orange wreath lies on door
Looks inviting to the young
Decorations sit
Abounding the well-lit porch
Carved smiling pumpkins
And spider webbing around
And small orange lights on fence
Not very scary
As young children run about
Simply beautiful
This concoction of delight
Bringing around a mild fright
Russell Sivey
I-ntent of the mild mind
L-ets the heart stay humble;
O-pening its inner thoughts
U-nder the noble goal.
I-ntent of the mild mind is to think of a sweet memory;
E-ach event of the past pleases the soul with glee.
T-he intent of the mild mind
O-bliterates the boastful way;
L-etting too much pride fade,
O-ctober twentieth Friday.
S-oft touch and gentleness leave the disdain behind;
A-n aim to be meek is the intent of the mild mind.
dark room
lightens
sunshine
brightens
outside
prime time
strong brew
sublime
red birds
singing
wind chimes
ringing
gold leaves
clinging
now brain-
storming
rhymes are
forming
jotting
phrases
nature’s
praises
daylight’s
waning
eyes are
straining
no more
stalling
night is
falling
indoors
I go
poems
in tow
November 9, 2022
entered in Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Contest Placed 6th
M-ild mind shows humility,
O-beying the Lord God above;
N-ew day of every morning
I-s filled with so much love.
C-hoose to have a mild mind, not the arrogant thinking;
A-im to possess meekness from break of dawn till evening.
M-ild mind at any moment
E-xpresses gentle gesture;
N-ever will it be boastful and angry
D-uring the time of pressure.
E-arly October thirty-first, let your heart be so kind;
Z-ealously learn not to be wild, open your life to mild mind.