Short Stile Poems

the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile...

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you can stick or twist
there is a stile in your field
the ley line of love

© Harry J Horsman 2015...

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O'vr far are the vestavules
vere where'st thile rise
Stile spile forle the bestabule
of chosed classed sighs...

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the country stile
hedges the wild flower meadow-
I sit awhile


NOTE-HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku...

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To see a  enigmatic Mona Lisa's smile
I do not need to be in Louvre, in Paris.
I  ask a  wife- "Where all my money perish?"
And she give a smile in Mona Lisa's stile!...

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Spring 
ripples 
through luscious 
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac 
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of 
poppies
red.
...

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the country stile
hedges an old  meadow
I sit awhile

out of the blue
the honey bee
sings with delight

nearby in sunshine
a blackberry blossoms
winter's summer pudding

in the silence
my  thoughts plod the path
of yesteryear...

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Spring 
ripples 
through luscious 
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac 
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of 
poppies
red.


10/10/2020
Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper...

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A memory is a fragile, sacred being
Chained to whatever it pleases -
Music, smells, the coming of spring.

Fleeting as the tender skin of a child
It comes with crashing of cymbals
Yet always manages to escape over the stile…

Leaving you with the empty shell

of a smile....

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Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate

I often happened this way

Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while

It often happened this way

Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day

They oftimes happen this way

This face of  a man,
Had become known to me

I had begun to walk His way....

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Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate

I often happened this way

Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while

It often happened this way

Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day

They oftimes happen this way

This face of  a man,
Had become known to me

I had begun to walk His way.

...

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We walked through the woods and saw piles
of cut timber waiting in well made bails
the narrow path meant we walked in file
onward down until we came to a stile
which lead us on for another mile
the beauty of the  woods bowel 
was high lighted in many styles
we listened to many bird calls
as we travelled through the dales
...

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Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate

I often happened this way

Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while

It often happened this way

Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day

They oftimes happen this way

This face of  a man,
Had become known to me

I  began (1987) & continue to walk in His way....

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Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate

I often happened this way

Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while

It often happened this way

Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day

They oftimes happen this way

This face of  a man,
Had become known to me

I had begun to walk His way.



Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2016...

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MORNING    DEPARTURE


Yellow glow in the east
And daisies spread their petals.
I too shrug off the darkness
Which all around me settles.

The white rays greet me
As I struggle with the load,
And harness up the horse
To ready us for our road.

He nods his head in the nosebag;
Daisies nod ‘neath the stile;
I have no fellow traveller
To nod with me a while....

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ENCOUNTER WITH JESUS

Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate

I often happened this way

Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while

It often happened this way

Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day

They oftimes happen this way

This face of  a man,
Had become known to me

I had begun to walk His way.



Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007...

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Pinched on my side
Grabbed you by my side
Pushed going to the bedside
Pulled out of my shortside.

Wherever you go, I carry your smile
Smile in your heart, memory in my stile.
Whenever you fall,
  catching you with my loving arms
Beating in my chest,
  smoking drum that warms.

With your heart, I smile
In your heart, I pile.
A smile in your heart
  grows a thousand smile.
Miles of a loving start
  blows a million smart....

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Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate

I often happened this way

Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while

It often happened this way

Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day

They oftimes happen this way

This face of  a man,
Had become known to me

I had begun to walk His way.


A poem based upon my experience as a newly born again Christian early in 1987 when I saw the face of Jesus regularly in my mind's eye...

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Into a meadow,
I stopped by a gate

I often happened this way

Upon the stile I lent my arms,
Closing my eyes for a while

It often happened this way

Deep in my mind's eye
A vision,clear as day

They oftimes happen this way

This face of  a man,
Had become known to me

I had begun to walk His way.

NOTE:A testimony   in a  poem based upon my experience as a newly born again Christian early in 1987 when I saw the face of Jesus regularly in my mind's eye...

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A bastion behind the thick undergrowth,
Taunts the would be conqueror by its stile,
Formidable gates between wet moat slips;
Shudders with flagrant anticipation; 

Predator moves the coveted attack, 
Stubborn aggressor with exposed armor,
Ferments turmoil within raging battle calls;
Rigid struggle prevails in the soft torture.

Storming assaults in aristocracy,  
Fades resistance to the raw terror,
Unleashed within narrow quivering walls;
Defenses fall to the invaded climax....

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