Short Palls Poems

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autumn rains leaves on path
shrouds lanes in aftermath

game is played on rope swings
love is swayed, fallout brings

swing falls silent, regrets
leaf palls its shed, forgets...

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moon blooms with lanterns 
night palls a velvet blue veil~
earth awaits new births 



 *A 3rd Place* in the following contest (Judged on Aug. 22, 2020)

Haiku – Nature Themes 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin 
Syllable count: 5/7/5...

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*Image of Lyre by LUT.

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Irked shadow's occasions a Sun,
Tolls a knell's lowly peal, begun.

Ill winds bade the palls hovering,
Time betrays caused uncovering.

Inch thoust trek thy countenance hid,
The belching rains down thoust forbid.

In looms thoust melt of Luna's lyre,
Thoust lieth in her soothing fire.

2022 August 15...

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Doldrums of death
Beat like drumrolls
That final breath
When the bell tolls

Doldrums of death
Shrouded in palls
Leads to Lethe
When the trump calls

Doldrums of death
Sound like headaches
Cry of Macbeth
When the cord* breaks

Doldrums of death
Stab like sharp spikes
Placing grave wreath
When the clock strikes



*silver cord 


19th April 2023...

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I have a dream
One which clearly calls
For Peace to beam 
And not for palls 

I have a dream
Where the young shall grow 
Adapting to the special meme 
Just to become the people of morrow

I have a dream
Every woman would become a damsel 
And every man at the brim 
In positions to give counsel 

I have that big dream 
To be who I want to be
To flow like a stream 
And to be as boundless as the sea...

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Seeking a light 

Winter chill rustles faces in fields of grey
Feet ponder in the reservoirs  of rain 
Gazes search the blue line for wavering light 

Frosty strangers stole their light 
Branches of sanity lost in palls of grey 
Running away from the pain in the rain 

Nobody hears their cries but the rain  
Searching for hope from darkness light 
Speculating why they stand in the grey

Lost in the grey rain seeking unique light. 
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Moon eclipses devouring lips;
wind is blowing, saliva drips.
Vapors lift on creature cunning;
moon is showing, blood is running.	

The darkness falls and claws do reach;	
the beast calls and its arms beseech.
Blood is running on graveyard palls;
the fear pervades and darkness falls.

Terror invades and vapors lift,	
wolf is howling and my eyes shift.
Darkest Hades, fear is dunning
skeleton beach, but blood is running.


Written 9/21/16...

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Where does this wind blow in from,
where has it been, what has it done?
Vanes it twisted, clothes it flapped.
Fog and smoke palls blown away.
Sails it tautened, eagles soaring supported.

Blow-ins are welcome with hair bedraggled
clothes disheveled, flapped to tatters
For the wind makes being untidy acceptable,
especially when facing upwind right in the face of it.
The wind will drop soon, and die away, begone
leaving the parade to stand easy....

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Moon smiles and night palls a velvet blue veil, 
And owls and curlews hail with a flirting tale; 
Xylophones and cymbals bounce for our dance, 
So come sweetie; let’s dive in a hypnotic trance.

*Place 10* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 20, 2020)

Aug. 29, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Bardon 


Original poem: A Time For Us to go merry-go-round, 
posted on 8/16/20 for the contest, "A Time For Us" 
Sponsor: JCB Burl...

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Feeling sluggish, shelled.
Lithely lingering in the dust and grime.
Palette grey and dull, devoid of crisp bright hues,
Brushes all furry, frayed, blunt, incapable of fine detail.
Apathy and complacency palls to gloom and doom in my room.
Inactivity and being non-committal, chokes the creative urge, to be stillborn.
But then, words and poetry flood into the brain during sleepless nights.
There's no stopping it. 
Its spell, dispels the squashes, and quells the squishes to splats....

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