Short Mustering Poems
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Mustering courage
And immeasurable strength
Comes from the heart
Surpassing ego's limits
For the sake of a good cause
There was a farmer named Joe
Who took his sheep dog to a show.
Joe started to weep
Instead of mustering sheep
His dog lined up seagulls in a row.
His mouth was a constant drip of a tea pot
Words came out in rushes, and I mean a lot
Most of us could not hear them after awhile
Even his relatives had trouble mustering a smile
I stood poised with a nervous grin
mustering the courage to jump in.
(Crystalline)
04,30,2019
image used #3
Crystal Clear Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Trump Mustered Out
We met Trump at mustering gate
And see him we could hardly wait
Failed having bone spurs in feet
Now is part and parcel of elite
How can a moron others educate?
Jim Horn
Sun rising
Over the rampant seas
Clouds opening to reveal
The armies mustering
Preparing for death and decimation
They march steadily forward
Into the maws of
Misguided patriotism
As those they love
Wonder what
And why
courage
valiant, heroic,
summoning, praising, mustering
determination, fortitude, timidity, coward
hiding, reproaching, displaying
disgraceful, pitiful
cowardice
Date created: 05/24/2021
Reflection
Staggering out of the maze
his mind still swaggers
Mustering up his wit
he shored up his faith
Sulking his present state
he craves this cringing hope
Bemoaning the looming darkness
he detest this fate
Yearning for a reprieve
he is caught
napping on the trail
Blizzards!, My Gizzards!,
This Blustering Bloke,
Keeps Mustering Mayhems With Words That He Spoke,
Great Snakes!, Eureka! and Holy Cow! Too,
Crimey! and Gadzooks! and A Tempestuous Toodle-Doo!,
Shazam! and Golly Willikers! with a Pinch of Vamoose!
Scram!, Gosh Damn!, and a Final Sacre Bleu!
Form:
Many are them in the diaspora
Wandering in other's wilderness
Laundering their battered image
Conquering the world like a mirage
Mustering last energy for a return home
Pondering over the puzzle of un-uttered racism
Yet, dark in our black
Of the black origin
But not of the black brain.
Alayande Stephen T.
13th October, 2007
2.25am
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gathering
forces
with intent
harvesting
the power
of nature
channeling
divine
energy
processing
to create
synergy
mustering
healing powers
to address
a sad and
broken world
with purity
of heart
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on November 4, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (38) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
dotherant's hardened mule
news of numbers and yearling's pew
ardvakians, mustering askance the dairy
frolic, adhere, nearer, when forward
finding in country
beliefs?
how have you been beaten?
never the please you say
smiteful river of dirt you burried?
startled priors, trampled by grass weavings
I shall share a terrain with newalking briarly today
in the moss groves of yourn I will a, wait
Wake me up in the dead of the night
When the living are slumbering
And the entities mustering
For it feels so wrong
To be vulnerable and naive.
I’ll be wandering till the dawn
For it feels so wrong
Everyone gazing the moon
Everyone but me.
I want to be there in the dusk
Taking in the dust
Looking for what is mine
And what isn't.
I want to waltz in the moonlight
As the spotlight will be mine
The stars twinkling
In the dead of the night.
Form:
draw me closer to the shining light
I am stuck in a sticky blackened mess
of bitter regrets
you are the hope in my eyes
the warm fire in a far distance
I'm reaching for comfort
I'm reaching for peace
Some strange wind has swept my bearings
And I slip into uncertainty's mire
Mustering in helplessness
I find no glory upon this test
draw me closer to that dimming light
I'm afraid to lose my sight
There is nothing that I can control
but give up my hold
Bees
Tiny souls buzzing
and humming,
Swaying with
air waves afloat,
As rich colourful
florets beguile,
fragrance in breeze
antenna senses,
A gratifying feast
of nectar regales,
while no endeavour
to touch the sky,
Hoists the pollen
in nescience,
benevolence of
nature redefined,
Twilight of dusk
they return to hive,
Mustering honey
is a bee's delight !
Written Sept 22nd, 2016
For contest "Bees" by Shadow Hamilton
Inching forward ever so slowly
the caterpillar makes
its way toward the leaf.
Mustering up all its strength
it uses a final burst of energy
to make the cocoon. Saying
good-bye to this suffocating
world, it prepares for a new
beginning - a new life.
Cracking the cocoon
a glorious butterfly
stretches its wings
preparing to fly away.
Opening its eyes
the caterpillar realizes
that it was all a dream
and it’s still in the glass jar.
Trapped.