Short Mounded Poems

Velvet verdigris
solid static tsunami
mounded muscle mass
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Sad graves comprehend
Red dirt freshly mounded up
Flowers crying out!...

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Senryu 9/23/2016

muddy past

mud and sticks mounded
before the solstice tinged moon
the old muskrat knew


John G. Lawless
9/23/2016...

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Red Georgia clay mounded by ants
Fireants the invader
Found landscape ideal for their lives
Now entrepreneur

Set up shop all over the south
Clean up any, every
Edible morsel starve native
Ants, their adversary  ...

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He sits on a throne;
a green and mounded hill.
a velvety yellow crown
on a cat without teeth.
Waves are gently blown
on a carpet of grass,
in the palace of nature.
as if a royal envoy
brings forth a message:
"summer has come,
king Dandelion."...

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So bashful to the wind the day sets at bay
recollecting the past of the stilled clay,
mounded mind distract the dew
observing the mountains in the view,
combusting in it's self the rain flaws
cold winter winds build it's claws,
to tangle the day amoung the clear
just to await what could be coming near,
golden spokes of torned day
breaks the path of wilted frey....

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Nestled woodland, leaves on line,
   thick, straight, and curving.
Mounded upland, forms eternal,
   Rounded, angled, and yielding.

Circled valley, meadows, fields,
   shapes, and pathways winding.
Seasons quartered, warm and cool,
   rust and mustards flying.

Upward outward, textured daybreak,
   quiet breezes low:
Close encounter, canvas earth,
   to view, to feel, to grow....

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Dawn’s Joyful Arc

The old bridge is gone
as is the rapid chatter
destiny’s wheels,
steel on steel progress
streaming a black ribbon
of hope’s hubris.

The river rose up –
a revolt against
the cold black film –
perhaps.  More likely
in self defense
as empty words
now filled the silence.

A swan sits upon
a mounded nest
eyeing the muskrat.
In the  mist
dawns joyful arc
bridges the river.


©10/23/2018

for – Rainbows Poetry Contest...

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The Wizard of Oz has embraced you within his curtains
Safe inside, YES!  Truth comes in flavours with versions

Scoop yourself a high mounded float of fanciful demeanour 
Perouse the fifty shades of "God, That Sounds Much Better"

Now spin, hold your finger to your head and again spin
Only hold your nose while you conjure up what will be sin 

Each turn twists so fine to obstruct what was once a Singularity
You didn't know?  Really?  Truth for real became a plural Entity...

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