Short Stalky Poems

Golden Iris tall and stalky and bold,
Like a spring church choir you sing your song.
And waltz gently in a morning breeze,
Just as gently, soon you leave.
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Mallards dabble
in a smudge of water.

A silver flare
from the edge of night.

Muddy shadows dive
under stalky mounds.

Levees of light overflowing.
A gleaming pond 
knows itself
once more....

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Mallards sleepily dabble
in a smudge of water.
Then an emerging sun flares 
from its coatless face.
Like dipping ducks,
muddy shadows dive
under mounds of stalky flotsam.
Vista’s crack open
their levees of light....

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I gaze a stalky single-helix cradle,
Squished so in seemingly hydrous blue cover,
Attracts square substantial planes in a bundle.

I embrace now feather's mass helve to ladle
Psychic portraits siphon to it in wander.
My fist fiddles as it scribbles on oodles.

Cuts of a suckling tree, soil, river fondle
Paper, pen, poet in cahoots as lovers
Rupture of a skeptic smug gnostic noodle...

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Coots sleepily dabble
in a smudge of water.
Wisp-wings waft
on a surface mist.

Dipping ducks,
necks tucked into the half-light.
watch muddy shadows dive
under mounds of stalky flotsam.

Vista’s gather to paint
their levees of light.
A slight uplift opens
in a drape of sky.

Dawn emerges through reflection,
through liquid eyes,
a looking-glass sun
swims deep-up from above....

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Well I went to the movies,
To see Beauty and Beast, in 3D.
And before I even sat down,
Belle truely shocked me.

There she was in person,
But the kids just walked on by,
Ushered by their parents,
I began to wonder why.

So I looked a little closer,
And it didn't take me long,
As little girls ran away in fear,
I then knew what was wrong.

Belle was very stalky,
Calloused, were her hands,
And when I heard the "princess" speak,
I knew she was a man....

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The tree branch crossing needles.
Bushy with white rays.
Perched, an angel topside.
Glowing to the gaze.

Ornaments of glass.
Pressed transparent shapes.
Strings that dangle, spin.
Memories in napes.

Skirt below the tree.
Draped and lapped and snug.
Packages on top.
Hovering the rug.

Light bulbs glowing bright.
Bulbs of shiny glass.
Currents flowing faster.
Still to eyes that pass.

Frosted stalky tree.
Towering it tapers.
Rows of magic branches.
Visions turn to vapors....

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The tree branch crossing needles.
Bushy with white rays.
Perched, an angel topside.
Glowing to the gaze.

Ornaments of glass.
Pressed transparent shapes.
Strings that dangle, spin.
Memories in napes.

Skirt below the tree.
Draped and lapped and snug.
Packages on top.
Hovering the rug.

Light bulbs glowing bright.
Bulbs of shiny glass.
Currents flowing faster.
Still to eyes that pass.

Frosted stalky tree.
Towering it tapers.
Rows of magic branches.
Visions turn to vapors....

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