Short Spoor Poems
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spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
special smile or spoor
nor a shiny silver spoon
ordinary man
friends and loves now surround him
so resplendent in the shroud
Written 06/22/2016
spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind
NOTE:Essentially a tanka in English is a 3 line hiku(SHOW)& a 2 line couplet (TELL) comment
spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind
NOTE:A tanka in English is essentially a 3 line hiku(SHOW)with a couplet amplification (TELL)
spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind
NOTE:A tanka in English is essentially a 3 line hiku(SHOW)with a couplet amplification (TELL)
false confessions
toppling earth
stretching lines
of false freedom
about to be broken
expressions sliding onto
waiting red
unhurriedly
dogs meditating
on the long winding
roads
illusions of space
confessions
of the sins of
omission
our grey hairs
are turning
black again-
Form:
Behind the door,
Lay your shattered tears in seafloor,
Pardon my betrayal outdoor,
My heart wandered away indoor,
Through the trap door,
Never let this guy indoor,
She recalled his spoor,
Washing the floor,
Broken doorknobs,
A love stopped to a hidden doorsill,
He laments in the dooryard.
Doorways dispersed the doorstops...
Crying her heart, a home withoutdoors,
Dead as a doornail...
There is a man named Roy Moore
Who 'dated' teenagers by the score
Their schools he would call
He was banned from a mall!
Now he wants to be on the senate floor!
There is such a thing called a 'spoor',
an animal scent to be sure.
When Roy got to the mall
on all fours he would fall
and sniff out the girls on the floor!
Dale Cozart
Feel free to add a limerick
I travel searching
Looking every where
Finding no trace
No tracks or spoor
There seems no prey
Hurt without fruit
Need will be unfulfilled
Hunger grows daily
Weakening the tribe
There must be
Some thing found
Some thing for all
To dull the need
To end hunger
Bringing some hope
Still I hunt
Seeking searching
Where is hope
To help the need
Of the tribe
For one more day
It sprang upon me,
a clawed metaphor
not anything real,
but a shaggy crypto-beast.
Then the seductive purr
the mannered modes, the manicured forms
those deftly obvious diphthongs
that like spoor, lead to more -
the unmistakable reek of
a force-fed poem
The first step they say is recognition,
the second step, is to admit
a laryngeal contrivance.
The third step is to clean up
without complaint,
when it craps all over the page.
I need not a fine calendar
To identify the present month
With all its entire splendor
Will not be found on a twelvemonth.
If one lives in tune with nature
There are always some clues at hand
Like a hound on a fox’s spoor
Indications he understands.
A rivers edge recedes and slows
The pear trees host the birds and bees;
Catnip begins to decompose
And acorns fall from large oak trees.
Countless hints a man can trust
The four above claim its August.
The knots have knots…”God!?”
Threads of needing, want, desire;
shoots and branches, root and rote,
fragile tendrils, planted in deficient soil.
“God, the knots have knots?”
Nodes and nodules, full of spoor,
want desire…more…
hoarding, warmth, nurture, need;
shoots and spawns, no longer seeds.
“The knots, God, the knots please free…”
pulse and pump, push and bore
excrete the angst, open wide the pore.
release unhindered tangled twine.
The knots release…the planter pines.
It sprang upon me,
a clawed metaphor
not anything real,
but a shaggy crypto-beast.
Hand picked alliterations
scatter like litter.
Then the seductive purr
the mannered modes, the manicured forms
those deftly obvious diphthongs
that like spoor, lead to more -
the unmistakable reek of
a force-fed poem
The first step they say is recognition,
the second step is to admit
a laryngeal contrivance.
The third step is to clean up
without complaint,
when it poops all over the page.