Short Rustic Poems
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In the frozen arms of the old oak tree
A rustic birdhouse perches
Snow covered, forsaken
2/3/13
For Rick Parise's Kimo contest.
rustic leaves are whirling,
the mighty oak shivers
as the wind whistles
amongst
out stretched arms.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Browns and oranges scattered
Free Spirit wind
whistles through naked shuttering trees
the ground covered
in scarlet and harvest yellow
Coffee,
steaming hot,
smells all rustic,
grey, murky, looking froth,
served with hot milk topped,
creamy, sweetness, sourness, rolled into one.
Beneath clouds, spring regales
studded with floral drops
rustic this landscape,
a sweep that brims with purity.
Contest by Line Gauthier
fuchsia blooms suckle
scenic whiffs on sultry wind
in cloud-filled dreams still
shaken with a poignant sting
trapped in seaside's rustic pine
~the dog sat on a log the dainty daring dog sat on a dirty rugged red rustic rotten log~
12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Pig, with a fine nose.
Truffle, with a rustic smell.
Forests, where they meet.
The pig, to hear his sweet praise.
Mushroom, now served on a plate.
< rustic overtures
reflects mirrored images .... off
motionless water
Partly dirty partly clean clothes that are in washing machine
Quilts blankets and sheets and rustic blue jeans~
3/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
give me the wilderness
fox, deer, beaver, skunk
moss, mushrooms, violets
maybe a small stark cabin
like Thoreau
rustic and remote
with electricity and internet access
more room in the vault of the mind for love by
whishing away rustic cob webs of hate
positives and negativities spark like ions
the heart take the brunt with excess weight
Let me play the strains
Of those cadenced memories
And lost orchestrated dreams.
Strains that ebb and flow
From my blue rustic aged
Viola of loneliness.
Copyright: 1992016
shoots
of elder
clusters of laurel
in leaf,
fading lilies
slowly die:
decorative
in rustic pose
become
the colour
of dust
Maples thrive in autumn
Mature leaves change colors
Melange of rustic hues
Maroon, umber and gold
Mortality in flight
Mother trees left weeping
Mourning 'til early Spring
IMPULSE #3
Lyric rustic lactic
Surge of feel electric
Greet grumbling grouchy gripe
Reach empty rapture ripe
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
31 January 2016
Singapore
wisdom is wisdom
though from rustic life;
flower is flower
though a wild flower;
fragrance and knowledge must come
though nobody gives importance!
-December 31, 2019 CTG, BD
The smoke tasted similar to
tea-kettle steam, mixed with
the least cozy of rustic
woodland incenses, forming
a cruelly mellow and inconsequential
flavor, bland to mind, body, and spirit.
Angels bring comfort divine.
Echoing fragile gifts holy intent.
Just kind love mirrored, no one poses questions.
Rustic statues tell unique verses with xanthochroid, yearn zenith.
Ramon
Ramirez Rey
rolls. A rural river
reaching for sea, he reverses
direction. Each wretched refraction may
wreck his rustic orthography.
Injun giver, would say
Ramirez Rey
(Ramon).
Altruistically hedonistic
Your love flow
Is specific
Monosyllabic and rustic
Your reliability excites me
It’s refreshingly different
I’m enjoying my life
In this upright position
Form:
I planted hope
by the bathroom window
last year
yellow soundless bells
were doomed to fail
with no
drainage holes
they drowned
in rustic pots
leaving the jasmine
to claim their sun
Lithium keeps me current
On river raft sans torrent
Dreaming by cloud tufted sky
Scoring rustic lullaby
Hands caressing cool water
Passing coarse cliffs which totter
Lithium keeps me current
Crisp crunch
Musical feet
Wind whistles, musty beat
Swirling and rustling of the leaves
Golden
Rustic
Falling to ground
More notes to make the sound
Feet sample tunes as we stroll
Trees mime
Just a little bit rustic, torn up and old
bet you can imagine the stories I've told
come take you a seat
You're in for a treat
I'm still soft and comfy, but a little bit bold