Short Pliant Poems
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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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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.
drops of pliant rain
hang on green leaves, yield plush growth
air grins blissful warmth
Haiku composed July 23, 2021
For: Favorite Haiku Contest
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.
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 Contest
On a fine spring morning
saw dew drops GLEAM
They shone like glass globules
Some rested COOL
on slender leaves of grass
Gems they did SEEM
But in time they vanished
pliant to RULE!
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.
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
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
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.
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.
P aper, though seemly precious, is often covered with pa P.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Beneath the stormy sky, the Taurus stands pliant
to face the world with profound inner strength,
confronting life as if it’s a bullfight
where the aggressive world acts as the matador,
flapping the crimson capes of wavering crisis.
Obstinacy fostered as the survival mechanism
turns the bitter fight into a personal triumph,
proving that true power is the ability
to stand the ground until the arena is quiet.
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.
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.
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.
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)
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....)
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.
(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