Short Sprig Poems

a loveliness 
of ladybugs tints drab sprig
good luck charms...

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rather than wear wig
having been a big fat pig
will wear a small sprig...

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Like a violet sprig
Sturdy love strives to linger -
Will someday wither....

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Through the worn cracked stones
Sprouts a tiny sprig of green
Reaching for the sun...

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Sprig of a League Full of Intrigue

Had appeared a sprig
Of its own being in league
full of frantic intrigue

Jim Horn...

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freedom in green blades
the softest sprig of Spring
brains before marriage
stretched out under brightest sun
nestled in serenity
...

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Bright, violet sprig.
Tucked lightly in chestnut hair.
The light in your eyes.
Darling, did it remain there?
In my heart, it always blooms....

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green sprig with new bud
bud opens, bears bright color...
beautiful red rose


A Spring ~tease Poem for P.D.
2nd Place Winner...

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Merrily, merrily, 
mystify him gently, 
manage him to the door.
Make sure he sees the sprig,
manifest, boldly ask,
majestic  tradition,
mirthfully with a kiss.
...

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(First published in The Ravi 2015)
I flee the jaws of Time's story
As they snip me apart twig by twig
Black Roses nesting
In the flesh that was broken
Sand sweeps in, questing
Eternity's whittling me down to a sprig
An Enting lost in a paper factory...

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A drop of water cuddled up 
To a sprig of a mountain fir.
A magic, see-through ball turned up –
A useful tool for every dreamer.

But the drop hung dangerously,
And sway on the evergreen tree.
What a poor dream – such clumsy.
For a while I was a fairy…...

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Huge Christmas tree
Bells Colorful decor
Sprig of mistletoe,
Family and friends
Music Christmas carols,
Santa in red
Emerges from behind
The snow clad
White mountains,
Brings specific gifts 
Kids craved for
Throughout the year,
Really truly is
A Child's Christmas!!



Written on 1/1/14...

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Come to my lips, elixir!
Your divine broth,
clear and pure,
humble and exotic,
simple yet complex.
Your hint of lemongrass,
a sprig of cilantro,
a handful of shrimp.

"Mild?" "Yes, rather mild,
I'm just not that brave."



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Posted on September 16, 2024...

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A Christmas waltz wave




Huge
Christmas
tree,
Laced in
colourful
decor,
Bells,
Sprig of
Mistletoe,
Santa in red
emerges
behind
white
snow capped
mountains as,
Children
love
fancy 
gifts.




Written Dec 18th, 2015
For contest by Kim merryman 

Awarded 10th place win...

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With a preacher's fire and zeal
plus a sprig of sex appeal
I'll venture to make my bold contribution
to duly adjusting our great Constitution.
thereby installing a Republican rump,
all for the cause of President Trump,
in whose service I humbly labor
without the least thought of incentive or favor.....

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I met the woman of my dreams -
The girl I’d love to date -
But feeling shy, I looked away
(I thought she’d like my mate).

She waved a sprig of mistletoe,
I blushed and stood beneath,
My pulse was racing till I saw
She’d just removed her teeth.

4th December for Rhonda’s A Kiss under the Mistletoe contest...

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What a relief Niagara Falls strawberry;
Misty rams saxophone solo;
Such a relief out of the blue lapis lazuli;
In jess what is this?
What a relief aquariums Blue Ribbon red birds;
Rocky Mountains sprig of mint;
Aroma kisses the mountain peaks;

4/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020...

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I am the scarlet parrot from the Amazon,
Intelligent, beautiful, passionate,
Trapped in a cage too small for my wings.

Bored,
With nothing but a pretty bell
To keep me entertained.

Lonely, 
With nothing but a mirror
To keep me company.

Hungry,
With nothing but a sprig of millet
To keep me sustained.

Craving fascination.
Craving love.
Craving life....

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Dark clouds of evening..

This is our Chance
To face those dark clouds
Of evening..
We must not flee..not now
Not this evening..
Not look for distractions..
Can we just allow 
Those clouds to be for a
While..and when ready
With courage..enter their
Darkness..and find what
We have found before
In forgotten times: a sprig
Of spring Light......

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Deep in the woods I buried a flower
Far below the leaves and scattered bark
And planted a wish that Spring might grant me
Fearing by May all would be dark

Through the snow of a fading winter
A twisted sprig broke toward the sky
Carved on its trunk were tiny letters…
“The gate’s now open—your time to fly”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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Mud season 
yucky mucky

Hummingbird in flight
zig jig

A flock of robins
swinging singing

New grass
sprout shout

Flying butterfly
flutter putter

Chipmunks at feeders
seed greed

Lilac trees
blooms perfumes

A bright goldfinch
yellow fellow

Tree branches
twig sprig...

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Then to see, the lines scrawling truth
The hand that holds a pen so cute
To write it, even in twisted infamy
The name that yearns for eternity.
Will it stay like iron, making knives
And rust and perish when war is done
Will it like flowers given to all wives
Shed seed to grow all over the sun.
It glimpsed it and could not but glee
At time's fragrant sprig of memory....

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Here, alone, beside the sprig of Shimrock Falls
		Where memories rise from poetic slumber,
		My place of solace, whenever sadness calls.
		Among the pine and maple by the number,
		I listen, water cascades down crevice walls,
		A glossy gown for granite of raw umber.
		Let me just say, not on any map you’ll find,
		For this secret treasure’s deep within my mind.

02/03/19...

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Counting the digits, 
of your hand, you forget,
how many fathers you have.

Was it not very odd that 
truth exists in the crying eyes
of a child whose mother
had abruptly disappeared ?

It always hurts, when 
realization comes. A little
sprig of cowlick, reminds you of
timelessness. You can move-

in any direction. You want to
go. That will need a third eye.


Satish Verma...

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A dime of orbed light
Hangs in water from a limb
Winter cries for spring

She has grown white haired
And soft, melting in the sun
Love uproots our fear.

The wind chisels flesh
My canvas shivers with light
Stars have twinkling eyes.

Change is a new bud
Carousing on a warm sprig
Tongues panting to paint

The sky cloudless, soft
As flakes in the arms of leaves
Brown on barren ground....

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