Short Stilly Poems

Such a dull life, as permits
One for to dream through!
In budding to be admired
Warmly kissed, desired

Magnolia reflects, wintered
For shut-in worldview
Stilly rapt, what for beauty's
Growing sense does please....

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I need a gap,
I need a go, need a long run-
Stilly, humanly and of course lonely.
I am here nowhere,
I am here
Not little am a I.
And for that
Need a gap, need a run.
It should be now,
At this moment;
Wantedly
With nobody, and for none.
Silently, aim-fully, happily; and
It is first for myself.
But finally it is, if you believe,
For a cause, it is all for a cause....

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Icy,icy land
Heapy ,heapy hills
Drippy,drippy fountains
Stilly,stilly leaves
Sturdy,sturdy trees
Frosty,frosty grasses
Coldy,coldy houses
Freely,freely chimneys
Clingy,clingy doors
Wintry,wintry air
Chilly,chilly persons.

Two freezing persons
Clad in winter wears
Sure to be puppy lovers
Obvious first time lovers
Out in a lane
Gazing at nature
Then,staring at selves....

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Composed in their femininity
Compliant with the slighest
Urge in that delightsomeness of
Miming a bloom, wind-caught.
No less radiantly stately fraught
With one's plucking interest.

Then I came back. Shook awake of
Which stilly - found entrancement
Its ornate vision's, she, herself
Charmed out of me; wife; alone!
To as many a dressed pose, prone!
As much for distinguishment!...

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Icy,icy land,
Heapy ,heapy hills,
Drippy,drippy fountains,
Stilly,stilly leaves,
Sturdy,sturdy trees,
Frosty,frosty grasses,
Coldy,coldy houses,
Freely,freely chimneys,
Clingy,clingy doors,
Wintry,wintry air,
Chilly,chilly persons.
Two freezing persons,
Clad in winter wears,
Sure to be puppy lovers,
Obvious first time lovers,
Out in a lane,
Gazing at nature,
Then,staring at selves....

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In the canyon, deep and long,
The brook babbles Nature’s song
The silent, secluded valley profound
Is overflowing with that sound.

Yon the mountain, the meadows green,
With the pond of water still and serene
On the stilly full- moon night
The ripples reflect pallid light.

The black-bees are crooning,
The fireflies are shining,
An innocent, lonesome, lovelorn, lass,
Singing madrigals in the wilderness sobs!!...

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utterly bewildered 
I stood by the nightfall
of stilly midsummer
withering away
with my
westward companion

the glimmering light
of former fears
and penitent pocketbook
faded in a distance
and the imperious presage
of perfunctory morrow
drifted with driftwood
into the vast greenish seas

then the evening was renewed
with foliage flavor
willows and poplars
entwined and enthralled
and according to accordion
divine divers live in flatlands...

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