Short Reed Poems
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the dragonfly lands
on a gently swaying reed
an egret watching
utilize life, not things,
Be urban legend, characterize,
portray a legacy...
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Carma Reed
10-27-13
it looks like an old she
a witch maybe
her clothes
tattered
look like thin reed threads
hanging down
all around
her frail bent body
You stand there quivering as a reed in the breeze
So much kept hidden inside
Open the windows of your soul
Set the butterflies free
the easy wind blows
soft its kiss of nurturing
understanding not
married as one pain through growth
the reed knows not peace in life
Lewis Allen Reed
was a really odd breed
wanted to take us all for a ride
but wrote about taking a walk on the wild side
I
Have
Shut
Off
The
Lights
Reed
Switches
Engaged
By
What used to be my record player
Now
Dances
Circular
Songs
Dancing
Into
The
Void
Pretty butterfly,
Resting your wings,
Buffeted by breezes,
Is your thin reed.
Soon you will fly again,
Into the sky,
Innocent are you,
Of what tomorrow brings.
So Trump checked in to Walter Reed
And asked them for a cure for greed
They said, "Crystal Meth -
Or you could choose death -
But Fort Knox is where we keep seed!"
White puffy clouds, billowing pillows
Light lavender skies o'er water-fed willows
Reed-grasses to breeze's breath sway
Life's fantasy, a riverbank in May
Hollow Reed
My problem with a hollow reed
Is that, through its emptiness,
‘Nother man pipes his own creed
To promote his own business!
JM
14th March 2014
i.m. Nicola Bulley
Mist-shrouds are wrapping
Around the River Wyre's weir,
Rain-swollen waters...
Currents of secrets rushing,
Hushing reed-wrapped daffodils.
Give yourself away
and allow the muse
to hollow out a reed
for the music of the spheres
that longs for your embrace
that longs to play in your heart
that longs to set you free.
I wish to sheer afar from people
who deem me as a broken reed
I dearly hate their nearness
I dearly dread of their
vicious words and deeds
cause they will give
me only
anguish
hate
To Be Enlightened
When to be enlightened you have a need;
Should stampede so you can see Joy Reed,
During each day,
Take breath away,
And in news market is now taking the lead.
Jim Horn
Dead Poet Society
More prophet, more fire, a dead
poet society, ring, pull out
skeleton, which lyes casket,
release the ghost that cores
your darkest secret, if you
dare...
Carma Reed
01-06-13
Secret kisses smile...
shadows behind rice papered walls,
slow deliberate steps shuffle
upon tatami reed mats that rise and fall,
steamy scents and moans are muffled
as the midnight dance,knows no miles...
Form:
B-eauty
I-n
N-ice
A-ttitude
P-erfectly
A-llows
N-o
I-mproper
M-anner
A-s
H-armony
A-nd
L-ove
I-nclude
N-o
G-reed
Topic: Poetess (Binapani Mahaling)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Morning sunlight painted the dawn
blending hues of ochre and shades of sage
across the tranquil surface of the lake.
An indigo heron landed on a cane reed,
as if it were his seat at a breakfast table.
when spiritual life is low
and failure fills the air
never despair
a bruised reed He will not break
cut-off nor forsake
but from the ember glow
present a further chance
to resume the kingdom dance
a double quatrain form
The Blues fills my memory,
all emptiness gone
Its Harp laying claim,
my soul to belong
Little Walter cries out
‘that same old somethin’ again
Jimmy Reed to remind us
—of the mojo within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Forgiveness is a reed, bending in the wind
A harvested fruit tree, bearing fruit again
A forest consumed by fire, thankful it's been thinned
But most of all forgiveness is the ultimate revenge
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Yell 'n tell, here and now
And again felt myself yowl
I grasped that slant
As the skirt of a poem chant
Howl of voice and pen
Shout, articulate, vast in gist yen
Quill 'n reed in actuality
O' I bend one's ear, tittle-tattle lyrically
Don't bruise the flaxen reed
Don't wind the strings too tight
on instruments of hearts and wishes
burning, burning bright...
Call the night, the night.
Call the day, the day ~
as we continue the fight of our lives
we love along the way...
I will be your Olive Oyl
Slim as spinach reed,
Cling to me like plastic foil;
Bluto quarantined
Old maids can deny my fame
Need I flaunt my charm?
Two men fighting for my name,
Olive, take my arm!
©
Contest: Andrea Dietrich’s 7/5 Trochee