Short Railings Poems

she tasted of honey, dew
Her worth is more than gold bricks
her essence smells of lavender and merit
fond railings ever pleasant dreams...

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How fortunate to know 
a chairwomen who sings.
One scrupulous in nature and 
conductor of our being.
 
We the railings. 
She the baluster.
For we know where we stand with her
ascending or descending....

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beautiful garden attracts flying beasts
butterflies, dragonflies, luna moths
Some of them spill onto the porch
Where they nest inside the wood
railings are dangerous
deep inside are perched
flower loving
mud dabbers
hornets
wasps...

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I still remember 
       slide down a polished railings 
       Autumn holidays


       Sleeping until noon 
       Dance happily in the wind 
       No homework this week






       07.10.2014
       A-L Andresen :)
       Copyright © All Rights Reserved...

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Black cherries
Platonic hearts
Remembering moments from the past
Climbing railings
Watching cars pass
Red, white, green and blue
A picture of a world I once knew.
Loss of breath
Running shoeless
Suffocating smoke filling the air
Angered cries
Too many lives
taken in like a fishing net.
We are only people in the end....

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ATTIRE

featherboa smog
bright lights sequin dusk dark hills
night's new age dress code


               STEP UP

pots with crimson blooms
soft touch on iron railings
worn steps rise as guide


    	 GIRL ON A SWING

wooden slats child's play
bent forward as long chains squeak
she dries washed long hair



12-07-2017...

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When describing bad behavior 
Or even a law breaker

The worst epithet humans think for those not admirable
Is to place on the miscreant a label of ANIMAL

He's an ANIMAL they'll squeal
As if animal describes an inmate from hell 

On this green earth after all the rantings and railings
Never was an animal who behaved with any human failings...

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Become daily,
breathe the railings...

Force the failing,
make them start mailing…

Spin around sailing-
land on a railing,

dig deep into a gale of peace,

be scared to hate on police,

rank and file and rotate the beast,

run around town and stare at things-

make jewelry and appreciate a kiss,

hail in giant leaps,
and possess this....

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The last passenger leaves;

last train’s sound fades,

and breeze begins to grow.

 

Tiny grass and plants

crawl railings slowly,

and in dimmed sky

shines a bright star.

 

Sun begins to glow;

first train’s sound echoes

and life takes its flow.

 

 

Dec. 11, 2020

IMAGIST any form Poetry Contest

Contest sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Skinny miniature dive bombers commandeered my porch today.
Their command center is in the hollows of my porch’s railings.
I watch them wasp-stepping in formation 
around on a tiny wooden table that holds two cans of wasp spray.
Now they are parading around the side of one of the green spray cans.
Taunting me with their arrogance.
Between the front door and me.
Wasps five. Me zero....

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Before the snowfall
People decorated
Outside of their homes
everyone has a
Different theme ideacolor

Some do roofs tops 
The lights bright colors
The bare trees are lit
While wrapped on the bottom
Bushes wrapped in lights

Stairs railings have lights
One or two strings
When it darkness
All lights will shine
Lightening the darkness
With the pretty lights










...

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Sitting on the railings nonchalantly 
My eyes caught a glimpse of you 
Under the waning moon
When the cock was yet to crow 

I put on my overall coat 
Grabbed my helmet and axe 
And advanced into the mine to mine 
For I was keen on making you mine 

She asked "But why a mine?"
A smile spread across my face 
And she looked intently into my eyes 
As I said "Because your heart's gold"....

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research with your toys
science means mind adventures...
it's how progress' made

old sol's on the deck
now every day for ten hours...
the floors thirty boards

wide posts and railings
to act as marker shadows...
on sun dial marked tape

scaled three boards per hour
twenty minutes for one plank...
three for every inch

at middle of year
july first twenty nineteen...
a water clock next


stan sand...

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It trickled down the railings,
with the smell of junk,
amidst the dead brown iron,
were hints of green life.
Thirst, emptiness, infinity,
still a lot to do, a lot to walk,
over the stale wood and the broken glass.
Many things are lost,
life, passions and possessions.
In between lips and wrinkles,
seems to be a story,
struggles, unsuccessful days,
few dreams, a love song, 
some papers, a prayer
and now the last drops of the rain....

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You can't really understand
Them until you look
 
A spider's web
In-between two railings
Swinging in the wind
It almost looks like
The strands will rip apart
Barely holding on
By either end
It's almost like the web
Isn't even there

You have to look at it
In the right light
With the right angle
But not everybody
Likes spider webs
So that can be a good thing
Unless they run into it
Unwittingly
 
Where's the spider?...

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Written May 23, 2016


Seems you'd hide
Cornered in the stairwell
Hugging concrete
Slowly ascending
Holding onto railings
But in your head
You're always singing

The neighbors throw
Their doors wide open
To hear all the commotion
To see your mind in motion
In a world all
To yourself
You're only human after all

If we could
Only find
The answers to our aching pains
Until then
There you stand
So fine
Naked in the pouring rain...

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They carpet the ground,
Dried and separated from their railings,
Their lustre, taken by the season,
Their hue is absorbed by the agents holding sway.

They are gathered together,
Raked in heaps and bunches,
Collected in vessels.
A duty bequeathed to us.

A new season has opened its doors,
We're embraced by the changes,
Sculptured by nature,
Scripted by time.



September 24, 2022.
Raking Leaves,
Fall Flavours Poetry Contest,
Regina McIntosh....

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Blood drops traced the floor
From the stairs to the door.
Tissues stained in reds
Hanged on the railings in shreds.
The door slammed with a bang 
Inside an omnious sound sang 
An indistinct vampire-like sound
I paced the basement round.
My cold hand found my gun
Six bullets five had gone
Into the bossom of the ugly... 
And this last for you only...
Now a demon, she'd turned
Within me, I mourned.
When I shot at you
With relish you died as if you 
knew....

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Love in a vortex, tempest savaged; 
Slammed to euphoria, broken, ravaged; 
Breathing volcanic, incinerated; 
Rocketing skyward, motivated; 
Lodged in a crevice, trapped, imprisoned; 
Bestowed on the blinded, sight envisioned; 
Carved on a headstone, legend hammered; 
Roared from the rooftop, cacophony clamoured; 
Ripped on the railings, torn and tattered; 
Buried with honour, illusions shattered; 
Sweet resurrection, finger licking; 
Bring it on down, alive and kicking......

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Christmas Elves cut out the cookies all over the place.
They had them in each room, and they ran out of space.
In the bathroom? Someone asked, with a bit of a twitch.
It was the persnickety annoying grouchy old Christmas witch.

The bathroom elves are helping, and they know what to do.
They are frosting them in colors of red, green, yellow and blue.
We are also cutting out cookies on porch railings in the moonlight.
The Christmas witch threw up her hands and ran off into the night....

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