Short Skein Poems

In geometric skein they flew,
Off the geese, to pastures new....

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In the flashes, the acts...
       continuous skein of days
       the needle sews  the tears,
         love heals wounds...!...

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'Tis near the end of year again

I saw honking geese in outbound skein,

Off, away to warmer climes

No lovers they, of wintertime....

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We spend our time on wasted days
And cheaply sell our souls for ways
To cheat the forms of our decline
And stretch the skein of borrowed time...

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Tourists in French city of Nice
Saw a high-flying skein of geese
Saying “Isn’t it nice?”
Frenchmen stared at them twice
Shouting “It isn’t nice, it’s Nice!”...

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I think of you. 

	 You’re like a backbeat in my mind.

I wish I could mind

but I don’t.

I’ve long accepted my subservience 
to this 
elusive skein 
of a dream.


Now all I must do 
is 

wait…...

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The amber skein of autumn leaves,

embanks the tumbling torrent

of the splendid forest stream.

 

A salmon homes to lay its roe.

Follow her, as she curvets

the swollen falls and rasping stones....

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Look at that lovely lamb,
     Leaping through the mountains,
          Let loose like a spring skein,
Little aware that its 
     Life will end in a sham,
          Led to bloody fountains,
Like the Lamb of God slain.

04/15/17
...

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The day to day today
A skein of yet again
Wrapped in thoughts of yester
As I contemplate the rester
And cuddle in to dream
As hidden feelings fester
To stretch this binding tether
As we face it all together
Hugging and holding
Enjoying the enfolding...

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I have shed my skin
Not once or twice
But time and time again

Each a metamorphosis
Drama to drama
And skin to skin –

Blue-eyed blind I am
Molting on the rocks 
I dash myself against

Wrapped inside the tangled skein
Of the latest self
I now proclaim...

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There sits a place of graves amidst a copse of oak
That drip with Spanish Moss, each in an eight foot skein.
A thousand graves or more lie 'neath the tree frogs' croak.
Only one cries at night - his soul speaks out, "Kathleen"

3-23-19
Contest Wtiting Challenge 5, March 2019, 4 Lines
Sponsor : Dear Hearts...

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You listened wrapped to the moon gauze falling from my lips
the day the wars began, assassins slipping from the shadows
to stab, along the SpinnerSails woven between the Lands of Holding
in the forgotten times where our hearts are amber-bound.
It is my fault. I wove the skein. You didn’t mean to be caught unaware....

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Desperation cause my strain
but to inaugurate truth's justice
causing not contain  - invalid
the music from the rain.

Some bending for my soul,
invigorating caught - pallid!
And then the angels rescue me
that awesome reel of faith, its scope -

And strength be my hurt's seine,
that carry over, now hope's skein!...

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Rulers of metal skein
ruggedly replacing 
real life hands on humans 
routine chore press button 
rust buckets rule ok
robots wild cat melees
ring fence their creators!

Created 16th April 2021

NB Robots can be amazing devices and their potential for change is respected by me.  I’m not anti-robot. But they must be subject to controls...

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Rulers of metal skein
ruggedly replacing 
real life hands on humans 
routine chore press button 
rust buckets rule ok
robots wild cat melees
ring fence their creators!

 Created 16th April 2021
 
NB Robots can be amazing devices and their potential for change is respected by me.  I’m not anti-robot. But they must be subject to controls....

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On the cusp of the crescent moon
I'll wait for you
dauntless
I'll incase the falling star
flaring out behind  your head
filligree the lacy work of fire
sequins sizzle
snip snap
strum the whiskey from your
fingers
who so ever  turns the hourglass
uncoils the skein
smothers the fire
smoldering embers
ignite no more
I am  now just 
a smudge on your cheek...

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If 

I should write

a red balloon

and let it fly to you,

life's anchors cannot
weigh it down,

not if the color's true.

so write a stream of  fireflies
to light my way along,

and I will conjure up a tune 
to blend in with a song

spin out a skein of silver threads
to macrame a swing,

we'll hang it from the Milky Way
and write ourselves a fling....

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She(Jumeirah) smiled   to the  breeze,
Frills  of land skein floated ,
In an   early  spring in Arabia.

Midst of  splashing  waves ,
Beneath  the date palms,
Bustling shores...

When the blue moon locked  lips.
Whiffed  "Oudh" and "Bakhoor"(fragrances)...
And Basked me  on   beaches.

Wandered  ......till sunrise  ,
Carried  it to my dwelling,
And kept it in my heart....

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One solitary goose was not part of the team
One solitary goose had high self esteem
One solitary goose had a scheme due to a dream
Of flying solo to steal the show
He flew high and higher than the others
Winging down his sisters and brothers
And now his remains stuck on a planes propellor 
Poor super goose, poor little fella
Whilst in the distance a skein flies free
Together and onwards from solitary he....

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She is a self-made intrigante
equipped with the tools of her trade:
a beautiful body and Brains.
Auburn hair dangles like a skein,
loosely draped over both shoulders.
Envious women condemn her,
men find her Irresistible.
Machinations are her forte.
Like an international spy
each complicated , cunning scheme
is an executed science
without the use of any force.
I should know, I am a victim
of her notorious intrigue....

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raven, lush, sleek skein
three-inched lengthy mane
spawned fluke - halcyon shimmer
in months sweet relish
crave to embellish
vanished bubbles - I wither.

gripping the scissor
I am in dither
LOVE gave me the axe - slayed me
chose to cut this crown
to erase this frown
"NEW ME" nestling ... no glee.

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*-* jun-jun villanueva

*-* "ALOUTTE YOUR CLEANSING RITE" Contest...

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Among all cousins of mine in a lane
There is he very profound, and plain.
Strong though shows none in skein;
Always ready for hospitability in rain
Without thinking for self even if slain.
Had a son and a daughter – both reign
His kingdom and never wished to deign.
My Bhabhi is a great soul – decent again;
Never spoke a bad word – is a gem in pane.
All the family tries to help others in arraign.
Thanks to god for such sweet family to attain....

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Flying wedge-like
as wool feathers the wind,
the geese are leaving the basin.

Where do they go?
How long till they arrive?
Will the plump make stops on the way?

At first a few
will arise together.
Later thousands flock to the sky.

Who leads the skein
and rides the windy tides
to the land of their winter dreams?

If I could fly,
wings soaring up with them,
I’d write poems with my pink feet.

And send all my pals a post card: “Wish you were here!”...

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A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious honks fade away
Leaving anserine memories
and winter’s crystalline silence....

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A flock of kisses left the shores
Born of love and they be yours
On loving wings they shall fly
Lift your gaze and fill your eye

Quickly follows a skein of verse
Be of love, at your feet disperse
To bind me to that beating heart
To be of comfort whilst apart

Behind a feathering of thought
All the love that you have brought
And I that longing soul
And that you my heart control

And then came me
To you on wings of poetry
Oh that smile I miss
Sensual lips await the kiss...

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