Short Pliant Poems

Haiku 73
	
	
	white spring iris pliant in night’s rain speckled petals...

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God can still soften 
Even the toughest of hearts
Making me pliant

Written July 24, 2014
©2014 by Regina Riddle...

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let the bird of the blue carry song of silence rippling with rhythm of ecstasy on pliant petals of your mute mind in peace

June 2, 2018...

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Listen to poem:

Goliath, a boastful huge giant,

And David, a shepherd and pliant,

So he took a stone,

And crushed his head bone,

Then Israel roared like a lion....

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drops of pliant rain
hang on green leaves, yield plush growth
air grins blissful warmth















Haiku composed July 23, 2021
For: Favorite Haiku Contest...

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POLISH    UP    YOUR    GLASSES



World for a moment seems more pliant,

End of  the   grease-fog   night, 

Further to see,  shoulders of giant,

Suddenly  life  seems bright....

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A knitted quilt lays on my bed's divan
Needled by Grandma, generations ago
Its wool fiber pliant and wide enough
To keep the family cuddled in bonfire eves
Sheltering me now, her heirloom's gift.



C T Contest: Wool
Jan 17, 2016...

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My heart is made of clay left in the cold,

Knead me, please.

Show me how to pump blood again.

Remind me of my days under the earth,

Held pliant and warm.

Make me something better with your gentle shaping fingers,

And leave your mark....

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Love must be so pliant ,
like a blade of grass,

Bowing to the wind,
till the storm has passed.

Love is enigmatic
Like the sphinx’s smile.

Waiting for an answer,
Nothing is on file.

Love is often near us
Yet we do not see.

Sometimes where we are
Is just the place to be...

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pliant
strands which curl, knot
coloring surface life
unifying

woven
strings, strung, bow tight
joining top to bottom
left side to right

threads light
threads bright or dark
holding, strengthening, strong
genetic strands   


Contest : Threads of Syllables
Date: 4/17/14
Poet: Debbie Guzzi...

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Wilted in crushed embrace; to tired to scream.
Candle tongue scorches pliant skin.

Chromatic vision, through incense mist
catches blurring reality.

Caged in breathless anticipation
of known agenda; resignation sighs.

Twisted bracelets wrap twisted thoughts
in fabulists truths and hesitation snaps
in pain fueled ecstasy....

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The stones could be prehistoric fertility figures,
they persist, they redefine the seen.
Water-pliant, submissive,
they are turned on the wind’s millwheels.

Some remind me of farm girls
broad buttocks, love handles,
rolling hips.  Not like the bony walkers
that climb up here.

I sit leaning against an ample mound -
feel the womanish stone
shaping its image around me....

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P aper, though seemly precious, is often covered   with   pa P.
L and fills are flooded with an endless stream of     unusual  L
I rony covered tomes which if ever read, would define  ennu I
A nthropologically speaking these scraps provide   anesthesi A
N o sane    two legged creature        would use for other tha N
T oilet tissue, yet most       is digested      by the local activisT....

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Loose green tendrils hanging low 
kiss the soft green earth, the bough 
kneels with the wind as if in prayer, 
a penitent so humble, so subservient. 
A pliant bow that's unreleased, 
and like to spring to heaven with a swish, 
a stately, monumental king 
of meadow and a murmuring stream, 
in haze concealed, a misty dream, 
a graceful monolith 'twould seem, 
cloaked in the blue-grey hush....

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Loose green tendrils hanging low 
kiss the soft green earth, the bough 
kneels with the wind as if in prayer, 
a penitent so humble, so subservient. 
A pliant bow that's unreleased, 
and like to spring to heaven with a swish, 
a stately, monumental king 
of meadow and a murmuring stream, 
in haze concealed, a misty dream, 
a graceful monolith 'twould seem, 
cloaked in the blue-grey hush....

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Loose green tendrils hanging low 
kiss the soft green earth, the bough 
kneels with the wind as if in prayer, 
a penitent so humble, so subservient. 
A pliant bow that's unreleased, 
and like to spring to heaven with a swish, 
a stately, monumental king 
of meadow and a murmuring stream, 
in haze concealed, a misty dream, 
a graceful monolith 'twould seem, 
cloaked in the blue-grey hush....

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Loose green tendrils drooping low
kiss the soft green earth, the bough
kneels with the wind 
as if in prayer, a penitent, 
so humble, so predictable, 
like others of its kind. A pliant bow
that's unreleased, and like to spring
to heaven with a swish,
a stately, monumental king
of meadow and a murmuring stream,
in haze concealed, a misty dream,
a graceful monolith 'twould seem,
cloaked in the blue-grey hush....

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Loose green tendrils drooping low
kiss the soft green earth, the bough
kneels with the wind 
as if in prayer, a penitent, 
so humble, so predictable, 
like others of its kind. A pliant bow
that's unreleased, and like to spring
to heaven with a swish,
a stately, monumental king
of meadow and a murmuring stream,
in haze concealed, a misty dream,
a graceful monolith 'twould seem,
cloaked in the blue-grey hush....

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Because the stones
are wind submissive, water pliant;
turned on wheels of air,
they remind me of village girls
broad buttocks, love handles,
rolling hips.  Not like the bony walkers
that climb up here.

Their nakedness is fashioned
by a grinding tenderness.
I sample that roundness,
let my warmth kiss the curves.
Sit next to a pretty one,  
eat a ham sandwich,
think fondly of the plump barmaid
in the valley below....

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Loose green tendrils hanging low,
kiss the soft green earth, the bough
kneels with the wind 
as if in prayer, a penitent so
humble and predictable, and
just the same as others of its kind;
a pliant bow
 
that's unreleased, yet like to spring
to heaven with a wish,
a stately, monumental king
of meadow and a murmuring stream,
in haze conceal'd, a misty dream,
a graceful monolith 'twould seem,
cloaked in a blue-grey hush....

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Loose green tendrils hanging low,
kiss the soft green earth, the bough
kneels with the wind 
as if in prayer, a penitent so
humble and predictable, and
just the same as others of its kind;
a pliant bow
 
that's unreleased, yet like to spring
to heaven with a wish,
a stately, monumental king
of meadow and a murmuring stream,
in haze conceal'd, a misty dream,
a graceful monolith 'twould seem,
cloaked in a blue-grey hush....

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Slowly drip yourself upon me
Each drop of tears, sweat and soul
Swallowed by my embrace
However hard, however hot
And thirsty for more
Slowly drip yourself upon me
Coat my pliant grip
The grist that leads you towards me
With pure, titillating glue
That adheres my whims
To your wants
Slowly drip yourself upon me
I'm in need of your wretched drenching
Your melange
Spiked with bitter pleasure
And I'm loving every drop.

(8/4/04)...

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Frosted pines accosted 
Crystal flakes 
Roaming in the gloaming

Melancholy valley 
White and wan
Pathos rules the sick snows

Dull unpredictable 
Winter breeze
Whistles through the thistles

Valiant hills and pliant  
Willows dance
Spilling sadness chilling 

Jack Frost spews cold attack
Life asleep 
Hoar is forevermore



14th August, 2017



(When life is colourless, you tend to grow sad....)...

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I gave you power and let you feast on my weakness,
couldn’t stand my ground, so i let in your sickness.
I let your fangs sink into my neck, 
stroke my hair, and say, “What a good pet.” 
Let you know as i knelt at your feet  
that you could do anything you desired to me.
And I’d still be pliant, and ready, and eager,
you’d point the gun and I’d beg for the trigger.
Sit still like a statue and take the assault, 
I let you take part of me, more of me, all....

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(Disclaimer: this is what happens when I am bored at work on a Saturday)

Gas is a powerful thing
It can certainly clear a room
Yes gas is a powerful thing
It can make the strongest swoon

Gas is a powerful thing
It is most deadly when its silent
Yes gas is a powerful thing
It can even be quite pliant

 gas is a powerful thing
Its even flamable I suppose
Yes gas is a powerful thing
If you light it it just might explode

Yes gas is a powerful thing...

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