Short Sprigs Poems

Green moss glass vase
Carbon, dirt sprigs of berries
A terrarium...

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Your rosemary hands
sweetly kiss me with their scent
Sprigs of summer love...

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spring snowflakes falling
reviving the barren ground ~
grass sprigs awakened...

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Winter's twigs wither when wild wind whisks
sprigs in tempestuous blizzard weather.


1/7/2021...

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passing clouds
and suck sprigs of sweet grass 
looking up
at the puffy cloud angels
barnstorming so far above...

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windows inside. out
Spring’s gravy train green buds —
sprigs should be shining

3/22/2020...

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a few sprigs to brighten my table
the magic of summer
brought indoors



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on November 15, 2022...

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Forget-me-not sprigs
for the nipper of figs
and dandelion soup set a boil
The sycamore tree
leans ever toward me
crowned in humility: loyal....

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Light beckons this morn-

first rays filter free

tepid sprigs trip up

life left still, sans rest;

worn breaths hesitate

red eyes dissipate...

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Zucchini fresh, sprigs of dill
Onions, boil, blend
Olive oil, salt to taste
Share soup with a friend
Lovely green goodness
Simple, light
Lunch!


Maggie
...

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Seasons greetings, all is jolly,
Christmas spirit, sprigs of holly,
happy time of party kisses,
Santa cheating on his missus!

written 19th December for Andrea's chastushka contest...

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The creek’s great to hide from the heat
Grey finches in the trees songs sound sweet
I smell leaves, blossoms and moist peat
Cushion my body from my head to feet
Sprigs of radiantly green wheat
Clouds play out drama above my seat


By Robb A. Kopp...

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softly breathes the wind
   
    collecting sprigs of twilight

            …moon deepens gold mist



within quiet space

    flesh of petal lips collides

        …turning love skyward 



(c)

Contest of Russell Sivey: Two Worlds Colliding 
by nette onclaud...

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Grind the curry
Balm the wax
and sweep the bits of bellow to wind
Blue the sky
Break the dew
and liquefy reason before we begin
Coral the room
Stilt the walk
in pyramids of brinjals, persimmons and figs
Sleep the fan
Curl the mind
in spirals of sweet burning Sri Lankin sprigs....

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It started as distant, faint rays of sunshine ; whose beauty brought serenity.  Still the day was shining brightly    This lead to her feelings of utter joy and excitement

Carla cucumber was running for captain of the Vegy team; when, she became combined with a couple of cauliflower sprigs...

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soft vanilla nights

      tasting pink strawberry tips...

             rainbow sprinkles pop



a wisp of the chill

         sweet melon sprigs twist and shout...

                   snow cones dance around!






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For contest: PD’s Neapolitan Ice-Cream 
Haiku...

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Sensory affirmations
fig perfume wrists
Howard’s violet candy
on our lips as we kiss
Evergreen sprigs
leave us green fingertips
as we pinch the pine oil
to breathe in the scent
Pickled ginger interlude
between tuna tataki
yellow tail sushi 
soy sauce, wasabi
Orange blossoms popping white
against the backyard tree
Sensory affirmations
reaffirm my memories...

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Sneak preview of things to come
Long drives in the noon day sun
Path walks 
Packing Music jots
Museum for fulfilment
Business ideas sharing
Open windows of color
Used in decor 
New housing market guide
Fill of the inside
Beds of arrangements
Finding time to bud
Tree sprigs eyes a flutter
Pictures with nature in mind
Complements of oil shine
Late dinners with great wine...

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Thanks is such a polite thing to say
To people who serve me everyday
And when I share my treasure here
The all of what a soul may claim
You read them with so private care
Trek to my door, and virtually proclaim
Sincerity equivalent to your time.
I have not eyes as before to read still
The distilled thoughts in every rhyme
But let me thank you by sheer will
Troop through my muddled words. O my
Thanks to you for reading my sprigs of poetry....

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When the wine is heavy
and my thoughts are long
I like to sit in slow sunsets,
doing so makes me feel far from death,
I've seen so many beautiful things broken
heard so many hysterical hearts,
I've been a flagbearer for this Faith
ever since my youth knew how to yell,
I get so tired, so tired in this tempest
that tears the tears off my weathered face,
but I keep livin for the light
I keep talkin and movin with the light...

J.A.B....

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We are the Ignudi
unclothed, ebullient and energetic, 
we lean and lunge, twist and turn
impervious to the imposition of ignominious imposters,
we are an expression of immortal youth
the athletes and auditors of God's court
unbound by banality or bashfulness
we listen and leer at those who stare
looking for secrets in this sacred ceiling,
in our faces you'll see the feelings
of primal awareness unadulterated by apprehension...

J.A.B....

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Musing in the memory
of how the Seraphim
salted my lips in the sanctuary
with an alter coal
that seared my cruel speech
and soothed my agitated soul
the cherubs pull my conscious back
to the forefront of reckoning, 

A man will come to care
for the rough cut and unclean,
the elders will cheat him
soldiers shall beat him
and doubt will nearly defeat him,
in his hour of quiet death
inside an unfinished tomb
the Lord will light up the room...

J.A.B....

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Sshhhhh!!!
Wait patiently
I don't want the stars to overhear us,
they'll fuss like phantoms
if they hear the future between us,
you know, I began as a palmist in Persia
the money was good, the hand lines were thick
and the future didn't waste time on lies
but if the king's court caught you crusading, 
if they heard hersey of heresy
from the palmistry you provided to the people
then they'd cut your hands off,
okay, I found the oracle of the Alpha and the Omega...

J.A.B....

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Fir trees droop and brightly glisten,
street lamps cast their glow, and listen!
sounds of singing drifting lightly
o'er the air, as children sprightly
fashion snowmen, fat and jolly,
wrapped in scarves and sprigs of holly;
horse-drawn coaches softly clip-clop
down the road and past the grog shop,
revelers in gay abandon,
merry-making to distraction!
Wind-bused faces pressed to windows,
Christmas gifts in festive red bows,
all regale this night of wonder,
misery is cast asunder!...

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