Short Shafts Poems
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shafts of light among taller, barren trunks
dogwoods blossom, a herald
as the woods come to life
kimo, May 30, 2014
. Shimmering white shore
Anointed by shafts of sun
Baptismal waters
Listening to the rainfall
Keeping beat on the ground,
Many shafts of gray I see
Within the sky around.
The river had come back to the valley.
Radiant sunset covers
Shafts of dimming colors
Awe of daylight jewels
Light beclouding visuals
A sight stunner of purity
In belly of fledgling piety
Light
Reflects
Peace and grace
Gentle beauty
Piercing hearts, silence
Glistening soft
Sweet soothing
Sparkling
Shafts
Sliding the jet black blinds
The shafts of light appear
A laser show on turf
Shines like a chandelier
A divine portrayal
Day starts with this premier
PLACE: 2nd
By calm childhood's brook,
shafts of brash, slanting light
shone through a dewy mist.
From a stone, there I spied,
descending from a thread,
dawn's angel from the dark.
Shafts of rainbow light
Poke through the surrounding trees,
The snow underfoot,
Just birdsong breaks the silence,
The woods fill me with magic.
For Carolyn’s Forest Lights contest
early nightfall fondling skin
on glowing shafts from a world
so blind my body enters
cramps of memory
Writing Challenge-Dodoitsu Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France 10/01/2020
crush the ignorance
by your sharp shafts of wisdom
and win life's Kingdom.
Honorable Mention in STRAND PICK 11,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Now,
In September,
When the morning is a vast awakening
Filled with orange clouds,
And fractured shafts of sun-shimmer
Descend before the earth
Am I too young to see the gods dance?
To find them I am inept.
In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.
One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead.
In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.
One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead.
In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.
One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead.
I walked into the lonely wood,
And stared about the place I stood:
The beauty of the tree-lined glade,
With shafts of light that pierced the shade,
All filled me with a sense of awe -
The bluebell carpet best of all!
Shafts of brilliant light
Cut through limbs and boughs of blue
Seeking solitude.
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Written: November 19, 2009
1st place in Raul's Moreno's Haiku contest
INSPIRED By: The picture he posted for the contest
This poor man's road, for dirt track
Stumbling now on down.
Humility's trite-spoke route!
And nearest semblance.
As dimly, shadily kept.
As meagre; minor.
Whose shafts of light passing through
Hope's rays, hearts of lance.
Tall pillars rise in quiet, holy grace,
And catch the golden shafts of dying day,
A green and hidden, ancient resting place,
Where busy winds and shadows softly play.
The leaves breathe out a sweet and earthy sigh,
Far from the rush of world and hurried sky.
Sunlight flitting through the trees
A laughing sprite on gentle breeze
The filtered dust on mottled leaves
A vision that nobody sees.
A dancing raindrop splashes down
The shafts of sunlight slowly drown
The dust a tiny river flows
The trees majestic in repose.
pillars
of pearl
radiant in the
sun
wild&sweet
meanderings
in the dance
of life
veiled in black
from
shade&sun
shafts
of fire
that glow
endless
o'er
sunset
seas
Like spears of light such bright bolts born;
the buds of daffodils are formed
Within a fine green glade of shafts,
the buds of Marches blooms do blast
Removing gloom of browns, grays,
obliterating dreary days,
most fair salute, glorious dawn;
the day the daffys buds adorn.
Listen to poem:
At daybreak,
the sea sheens, glints and gleams,
as sunbeam shafts blasts holes through clouds,
to set the sea alight.
Cauldron pools so bright,
sparkle the sea with shimmering brilliance.
Searchlight sunbeams, panning the sea,
create a celestial celebration of dawn,
at daybreak.
“There is nothing worse than ignorance in motion” Goethe
Roaming round the white altars
Where pharaohs raised their arms
The black pig of ignorance
Casts a passing shadow
Across the shafts of Lotus columns
Erect Egyptian guardians of stillness
Watching undisturbed over eternal time
She lives just down the street from everyone.
Older couples like to talk about her over coffee.
She is the salt of the earth, golden shafts of wheat
waving in wind. She walks her dog, and it sits.
Lines from Everyone's Sister by Mike Bayles
Liberum Divisa Poetry Contest
September 5, 2021
Bright shafts of sunlight
Pour through gently swaying trees
Powdered wings warm.
Two Cabbage White’s waltz
Caught in an upward spiral
Blissfully entwined.
Pretty pirouettes
Leave a signature in air
Of united joy.
Climbing heavenward
Their fragile forms fade away
Into deepest blue.