Short Rill Poems

Ashes of my burning heart
now growing seeds
beside me on the rill
wonderful the cherry
now blooming on the hill...

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a ring of bamboo sticks
a cobweb of the sun
my girl is stepping up

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a rill bubbling...

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If you can't be a pine at the top of a hill,
Be a scrub,a little scrub by the side of the rill.
Be a bush if you can't be a tree.
If you can't be a bush,be a bit of the grass,
And some highway happier make,
If you can't be a muskie,then just be a bass....

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The oddity of the truth
To shift through information
And false intelligence 
Delivered by men in suits
Paid lackeys reading from a cue
Semitic voices
Feeding the air way
With hatred
Compliant press repeat the untruth
Rill, we believe
Wax lilies in the pond is real...

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moored in glade and rill
resting in claggy stodge
boggy green and juicy with rain
my walk sloshes with plunger feet


Mire of the Northern Rain Forest
May 16, 2020
Brians Choice G Poetry Contest


September 8, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden...

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My Three Wishes

I
do not
wish for fame,
for the world to
know me by my name.
A mansion on a hill
with acres green, by a rill,
and sweeping views down to the sea
would be to squander my wishes three
I’d rather a wealth, of peace, joy and health.




Amy’s ‘three wishes contest’ 21st April 2010...

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Just one touch
unknowingly - 
the imprints of silent love -
the fragrance of fingers-
myriads of self kisses
on the same spot
in secrecy
of the bedroom later.
As a pebble dropped in a rill,
a thousand romantic ripples....

(Published in 'Romantic Morsels' anthology by Zimbell House Publishing, LLC, USA)...

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Water Song

deep in thought
I seem to be
yet water song
it calls to me
across the hills
into the glens
and down the forest
toward a bend where
aged oak and beech 
do blend into a wood
both deep and fair
the water sings its magic
there inside my head 
it echoes still from pretty 
pool to dancing rill....

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We felt the joy of the soft mellow breeze, sighing down the hill,
As we lay sprawled beneath a cedar that grew beside a rill.
Shrubs abounded, meadows covered with splashes of daffodil.
One day we'll be wed there where divine nature displayed goodwill.
Bells tolled from our chapel anticipating us with a thrill.
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origami

stillness pervaded
the ancient paper home
not even the rill that
dutifully crossed the small
garden dared to break the 
meditative silence.
a controlled swish 
of heavy white paper
whispered through the 
open doors and rested 
on the water lilies
folded like his paper creatures
the aged man sat unmoving
except for his waltzing fingers....

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Bastardizations of a good night;
Sullen moonlight pours recklessly through blinds,
Sickened stomach turns,
Eyes rill and flutter egg-white visions.

Shuffle:
I am a joint rolled from Bible paper,
A blood blister in a hemopheliacs mouth. 
Deal:
You are an inkstain of poetical nonsense,
A burst pipe running lengthwise through brain matter:

The entire ****ing world....

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After a rainy night,
The sun rose shining bright.
Tree leaves coruscated, 
And luxuriant turf covered the vale.

How sweet the grass so full of dew.
Birds left their nooks,
Twittering around the skies

How dazzling the vale 
Reflecting a glorious sight.
A small rill tumbled down 
The rugged hill tumbling over smooth pebbles.

Mossy growths sparkled 
With ferns and silverweed now sprouted new....

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Yesterday’s Music

The music of a burbling rill
Close by a dry stone wall,
And on the air, so calm and still
A blackbird's fluting call

Green finches in the rowan tree
Join in the meadow’s song,
And big fat yellow bumble bees
Hum merrily along

The flutter of a butterfly
 The flip of trout at play
The rustle of a mouse nearby
The sounds of yesterday...





Janette's sounds contest--18th April...

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Let's drift along paths of old heather,
See today is beautiful weather.
The lightest mist of dew still wet leaves
Lying in fields in tightly bound sheaves.
Meandering along citrus trees
Sweet blossoms announce a bumper crop
And fragrance grow up slopes to the top.
A rill flows downhill forming a pool,
We go into the water so cool,
Let the sun shine in mid-summer heat
Then we'll drink out our beer as a treat....

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R-eality and fantasy deliciously intertwine, with
O-pulent stars and pearlescent moonlight,
M-ystical pheromone tango and waltz,
A-ncestral hearkening to the lyrical
N-ewness of love. Warmth of rapturous embrace,
T-rill of songbird heartbeat - pulses flutter in
I-dyllic skies of amorous twilight, utterly
C-harmed by a pink tie and a blue rose in stiletto heels.

2/18/2018
John Hamilton’s Romantic-acrostic contest...

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Tears of bliss 
dilate one's heart 
it's brief and instant 
make hopes boundless

Tears of shame 
cleanse one's sense 
giving another chance 
not to do the same 

Tears of anger 
aches with heat 
never constant 
it fades fast 

Tears of sadness 
a dense flow of spring 
console one to bring 
again endurance 

Why tears of LOVE 
chase one's soul 
give unending rill 
cold like dew? 

      By Swarnapali Liyanage...

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Spend some time alone in introspection
Weigh yourself against the status quo
Suddenly you’ll realize on reflection
Every body’s going with the flow
To stand alone while others hurry faster
Requires a steady lean against the  rush
And like a rock within a stream of falling
The shelter you provide will be a rill
A place for life to feed and spawn or rest
A haven for the sands of time to fill
Mayhap a seed will tree to hold a nest...

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On some misty morning when the ground is wet and still
When clouds obscure the forest and creeks flow the rill
Go sacredly and slowly and you will surely hear  
Whispers of the past from the ghosts of yesteryear

They talk of things that happened long before your birth
and soon they'll disappear when the mist falls to earth
You'll know that they are near by the rustle on the grounds
Watch in silent wonderment as the ghosts go on their rounds...

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an endless store of millet seed
far more than you could ever need

with water pure as any rill
yours to bathe or drink at will

for companionship,a looking glass
to ease the lonely hours that pass

you now have all there is to give
this gilded nest in which you live

yes,my feathered friend 'tis true
all of this is all for you
and all you ever have to do...is sing!

and may your heart be seldom sad
apart from things you never had
for it never was your destiny...to fly...

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Her laughter is all seasons:

It is the April rain that trickles like a fugue
Down the twisted branches of the laburnum.

It is the sparkling rill that rushes gaily
From the first bite of a summer strawberry.

It is the incense mist that dances volute
Through the golden leaf of the temple forest.

It is the sleepy smoke that rises softly
From the predawn embers of a winter hearth.

How long the years have passed since last I heard her laugh!

© Barry Freeman - August 1995...

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If you fortune a tangent,
You’ll get a stash,
A rill of crescents pageant,
Old and holding the gash.

Perception not able,
The dynamo dies in the land,
Normal cable to stable,
The bearings of negates and hand.

Piercings whisper through the ears,
Wheat quakes to sliver rum,
Dermis exhalted the overdraft years,
The pollination riffed the drum.

Chrysanthemum sung to oak,
To know the structure is of the silk,
Bacchus architectured folk,
When muscle, mind ruptured n’ did silt....

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The  level of the stinky dirty water
Of the rill running near my house
Not falling this year.

In this dry season,
Water not falling from the taps,
While the rivers became lean.

Its course somewhere encroached,
Protests not heard, non willing to stop
Earth filled and fenced .

And in the dirty  rill
Its water  level rather rising
I see the ghosts of many death people.

More they will haunt when rain comes.
Then the soothing sound of the rain
Will be terrifying to our minds....

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After the slow sluggish winters,
It’s spring— breezy and bracing,
It’s sun— fervent and fair;
Oh! The bored hearts wish to fly, of the calm clean roads
And, picnic in the heights...
 On the auburn pastures
 underneath the white clouds between the trees of fir
With the wild crows ere the frozen falls
By the gushing evaporating springs by the rushing snowy rill
Near the drizzling glaciers;
And, prepare a light-tea,
 Have together—stopping, reclined, behind the giant rocks, face to face—taciturn!...

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