Short Streamers Poems

ribbon streamers stretch,
pink, yellow, blue - 5 a.m.
sunrise kisses sky...

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Electrical charged streamers
form zigzag pathway between earth and sky,
fireworks nature during a thunderstorm....

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Streamers of smooth light--
luminous phenomenon
hovers the northern
and southern magnetic poles--
mesmerizing Auroras...

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Flocking birds of cloudy patterns
Preceded by dragons breathing,
Flaring lights burst bright
While streamers luminescence....

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Wispy smoke billows
Steamy breath exhaled in swirls
Like paper streamers
Break free, gone in a moment
Bon voyage to hopes and dreams...

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Ball-Drop in New York
                  Confetti, Streamers,Kisses
                  New Year's Believers


                 English Haiku



                 December 31, 2019...

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Streamers of grief run
Fly free from innermost lands
Spawn of pain from man.


(January 10, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)


(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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Pompoms
October game
America’s football
An extension of cheerleaders
Happily, gleefully thrown into air
Captivating the crowd’s magic
These fluttering streamers
Landing in piles
Pompoms...

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buds burst like rainbows
~
vibrant ribbons of colour
~
first streamers of spring


written 1st January 2021

Syllables Per Line:	5 7 5

Premier Contest Hi-Ku (5)
Sponsor Brian Strand
8th PLACE...

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Smoke billows up 
as loss expunged to ashes
that crumble and crackle
in the flickering flames
that lick up all that is left.
The smoke streaks the sky
with streamers heralding
the loss of hope and dreams
in puffs and swirls
skyward....

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a walk through bare trees
sunlit streamers warm my face
these woods call my name
the last snow melts underfoot
as rainbows wrap me in spring


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Forest Lights contest (Carolyn Devonshire)...

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(this actually a rondolet, a shortened form of rondeau)

Unraveling 
Stitches from our wedding quilt
Unraveling
Your so-called “business traveling"
Anniversary streamers of guilt
25 years - the life we built
Unraveling


12/1/11
Received 1st place...

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Prom.
Crepe paper streamers
Glitter and fuss
Fancy dresses
Ridiculous prices
Stylish Tuxes.
New colors, to impress
Limo?
What?
It's not a wedding, people!
It's a dance,
though few will.
Most will rush around,
stiff in their clothes.
Holding their stomachs in....

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What is the age of reality
how many birthdays is that

Peaked hats and streamers wrapping the truth
candles relighting the facts

Wishing for the ultimate void
our consciousness offloaded clean

Clearing the way for the square root of now
—its present regifting the dream

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)...

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So, this is where butterflies go to die.
Atop this burning ochre beach,
Amidst the palomino stones
party streamers and chinook bones.
Chrysalis flutes swaying
beyond dunes, blue and gray
under a plush velvet shroud.
They fold their powdery dreams.
Awaiting the pallbearer tide 
toting emerald caskets, silver lined....

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Frozen flower punch
Hibiscus blossoms for your ears
Luau skirts and fire rings
Streamers hanging in the air
Cocktails soaked in pineapples
Roasting pit to coals
Anklets jangling on your feet
Ambrosia mint in bowls
Smiles to pass with every song
Laughter jewels the moon
Eating the afternoon away
with a Polynesian spoon~...

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I long for the music 
whispers of beauty hum, 
smoky flares of red summer days, 
man on fire lifts from brewing flames. 
Sun over dark river propels 
layers of colored light, vivid streamers, 
and story white pages. 

Morning bliss comes in 
between the first true notes, 
aroma spills across eyelids 
its skin turned coffee dark....

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When dusky, purple clouds cross the restless sky,
the angry moon frowns with whispered sigh.
Darkened storms threaten to weep,
discouraging sleep
where dreamers
lie.
Star streamers
stare and proudly peep,
promising soft light will sweep
welcome diversion to weary eye
when dusky, purple clouds cross the restless sky....

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I saw a copper sunset on the distant horizon, just beyond a nearby hill
with crimson streamers of the dying day.
Amid molten copper clouds, with many a ray
and glowing shafts of brilliant light, and still
the sunlight faded not, but seemed to fill
the evening sky with grandeur as if it would stay
forever beautiful, never passing away....

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Vivid streamers in my mind,
as time came to a sudden stop.
Within my dream I can rewind,
the foreground or just the backdrop.
Upside down, back or make it drop.
The choice is mine alone it seems.
For it is my hand there atop,
the remote that channels my dreams.


Paula Swanson
For the contest:  Hutain This One
Sponsored by, Nette Onclaud
Placement: 3rd...

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The birds are having a party;
They're gathering out back,
Although balloons and streamers
They most certainly do lack.

They line up on the patio
Then swoop from tree to tree,
Alighting on the branches
Where the leaves won't let me see.

There's such freedom in their flying
They look joyous in the air 
But for all I know, it's just a way
To get from here to there....

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the velvet knife
of your tongue
cut my skin


into a thousand
streamers of want
I feathered against
the unknown 


a breath in the grasp
of insanity 


was as ribbons on
the ground,
I was tossed to roll
aimless to reality


fire licked breasts
as thighs brushed static
into the palms of your
hands … 


at first touch 
is the flashback,


I am burning white flames...

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The eyes iris blooms
like the center of a black eyed susan
a corona petals outward
blossoming sentience.

Within the aperture black as space
nerves fire with a spark
mimicking star light.

Outside of the bloom
lashes flutter 
flirting with the rising sun.

Sol’s gaseous body
flicks streamers of gas 
into the cobalt sea of Universal Night.
The iris closes and consciousness descends....

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confetti.........
spiraling down
in my mind,
an angry clown
tears the fabric of 
my life
with a silver 
painting knife,
cuts the streamers
long and thin
in colored streaks
of might have been,
falling,
falling,
from the sky,
they float to you
you ask me "why?",
and then I'm not so
all alone,
the spectrum 
of my grief has blown
bright confetti
on the wind,
straight to an
understanding 
friend....

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My windsocks flutter in the breeze,
Their streamers catching in the trees.
I love the way they bop and dance
When given even half a chance.

And even when the winds don’t blow,
I like the way they look, although
Their rainbow hues don’t represent
Much more than what is evident -

A subtle sign of light and cheer
To show that people living here
Delight in letting windsocks fly,
Which city living must deny.
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