Short Swath Poems

A swath of lavender sways in a field
where the meandering brook slowly flows
a hint of fragrance swiftly yields
memories of childhood sweet and fair...

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A swath of envy
Opened up loudly today
Offering something
But there’s no way out
I’m very disillusioned
Envy stings beyond

Russell Sivey...

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There was an old woman:
a bit of a shrew - 
She couldn’t have children,
'cuz guy parts won't do.
A shocking pink swath
up there on her head,
she drank boxed Chianti
and raised cats instead.
...

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Rays
bend.  Bow
drawn, black sky
swath of color- 
fractured light.  Vivid 
bands, electric hues, broad 
brush strokes drip and run against 
a wet canvass.  Neon glow fading
to pastel shimmer disappearing
gone like a sidewalk painting in the rain....

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resplendent is the love that comes
when two hearts beat--as if one
nothing greater than the tie that binds
nothing greater shall you find

kindred spirits that find a path
footsteps tread a smooth swath
souls intertwined with silver string
everlasting and revering...

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Cut it- clean

Swath on down under the muscle

Slide along the bone

Withdraw

Now enter lightly, gently, deeply

Hilt rested upon the surface

Step back
(don't lose your grip)


Bow to your partner

Turn 
and
salute any onlookers

Sheath the pen and walk away...

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Dressed down, the organic earth-child still narrowly escapes the ravenous lapping of El Oso. Once the brute is felled by the fair, surely the tickled dragon’s snout fumes. The never-satiated beast fumes, and swipes with an eager pink swath, each time the raw gets pranced past his nose....

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A chilled but passionate solution
Bubbly mix with bracing sensation
Dashes of bittersweet fruit in flute
Sends forth your day in joyous pursuit

An inward touch of coy affection
Close to perfect prime of your generation
Afar I lay on your sinuous path
As frivolous lace of vast green swath...

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As water slowly falls onto
...tiered bamboo pipes,
like gently tipping levers
rhythmic sounds induce peace...

Light breeze astound the senses
aroused from scent of hyacinth,
wafted as a swath of silk,
caressing the skin serenely...
as purpose contemplated.
.....without distractions.......

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I smell it in small bursts
instantly it delights my nose
it's faint at first,
but going west, stronger it grows.

Soon I find the swath
I cut some and I know
it is the same path
taken by my ancestors long ago.

I laugh and dance
happy to find my own
a patch of seet grass
the great spirit has grown.
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My next brain needs a bigger cow catcher.
The one I have now barely clears wolves and bears.
I want a scoop that will clear a huge swath.
Can push away skyscrapers and fire stairs.
To be able to blade away snowplows too.
Would make my heart leap with sheer crazy joy.
A blade to whisk away all sad, all thoughts of blue.
A fifty-five foot cowcatcher of fun, oh boy!...

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when whales dream

perpendicular in the singing sea
cradled in a swath of blue silk ebb and flow
oblivious to courting dolphins
cavorting and calling 
as drunken sailors do 
 on Saturday night leave

rem-membering across time
large thought plunging wild and free
or small delicate moments
of ghost like creatures
frilling through unimaginable deeps
perhaps lost long ago....

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Hanging tresses,
Colored dresses,
Dancing to and fro as one

Tossing, turning,
Ever yearning
For a swath of midday sun

Singing, sighing,
Sometimes crying;
From their lofty limbs, they call

Rustling, blowing,
Never knowing
When they are at last to fall

Green or dying,
Still or flying,
All must beckon to the breeze

Softly swaying,
Always playing
Simple music of the leaves....

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JUNE

It was a strong wind
A swath across the country
May went out with a mighty    hot exhalation
Sitting here in a synthesis of senses
I welcome June    she of the powder-sweet presence
There will be a tarnish or two    I know
She is no bleating lamb    makes no apologies
    for her early fame
After a bitter winter     the torrent of spring
I welcome her like the soothing Goddess she is...

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Absurdity had a presence.
I was trying 
to find the meaning of a laughter.

The living stone-
had a personality,
in the battle of a cosmic dance.

It was crippling. 
A wide swath of landscape 
was inundated by fluid darkness. 

You will not find 
your home. Unconscious mind 
was busy in knitting –

a yellow moon. Do you 
hear the sound of loneliness 
in the black sky ?


Satish Verma...

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Color my small world -
   Oh, fair Yeshua -
With a streak of globe mallow
   Inside a rocky draw

And the morning calm
   Of bergamot and lupine -
So I can stop time
   And set my gaze upon them -

And a swath of poppies
   Glowing in the sun
And a glint in the breeze
   As if to show Your love.

I'll go and walk about
   The garden variety -
Knowing that this niche
   Is where I want to be....

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Amid the grace of quiet stones,
a stroll down pebbled path.
There within a forgotten time,
behind an iron latch.

Stands now in aged seclusion,
of monuments to grief.
A countenance in marble cast,
beautiful Angel in soft relief.

Heavenly comfort emanates,
a coronal healing swath.
Winged guardian to souls now passed,
sempiternal keepers of the watch.



For the contest:  Angel
Sponsored by SKAT aces-...

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Today I will Rejoice

My sight on target
Has the Son in mind
Gives me life
Shine to finger tips

I Rejoice hands held high
He can see me
As I sway in attention
yes I am here Lord

Book of life, let it be 
Count me in thy way
Your voice I long
Good and faithful servant

I Rejoice with vibration 
To stand in your field
Hear the swath from behind
It is time

Your faithful servant

Athena Charlotte...

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death deepens with months
the passing sands by swath-sweep
the telephone sleeps
except for sibling-mourners
moaning for vocals from mom

dad shovels himself
out of his quiet mattress
aching with absence
half-alive, not dead
the one left behind

dirgelike rings of cell
mom won’t answer, but dad will
stir the stomach biles,
tighten the chest, dry the throat.
sadness listing old man’s boat

6/27/2021...

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In panic’s metered dirge,
           A sentinel of hope;
          Amid a parlous surge,
      One swirling lumened rope.

   Vexed vessels churn and gaze,
         In rabid waves of froth,
       For safety’s tethered rays,
  Through nature’s taloned swath.

 One hopes that through the rage,
      Lost souls will see the light;
   Veer toward that flickered sage
      …Escape Poseidon’s smite.

              **09 Apr 2016**...

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The Unknown

Viruses and more
Give us notice that
Our lives are lived
In what is largely
Unknown..
There is an overlay of
Order which covers the
Unknown in a large
Swath of circumstances..
But the unknown 
Breaks the surface 
Now and then..
To give us the message:
Our finite minds have
Severe limits..whether
The unknown seems
Near or far..
So..the hint seems to be
That an exploration of
The Unknown may
Provide an option to 
Set us Free......

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When Women Like a Sickle
Women are not from a rib or bones 
Nor curved or crooked 
You need a metaphor to understand truth 
Said a sage his name is Aristotle
Don’t straight a stick 
Or make a spoon flat 
They will be broken and become useless 
If a woman appears like an angle 
Or looks like a moon, sickle 
Find them a corner or a swath of grass 
You will get her the best 
Or see the best of her
In cutting and collecting while brightly she will shine....

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In Florida, we take a walk
Adjacent to the bay,
With stunning views and gorgeous homes 
We pass along the way.

Each house has land across the path
With water access, plus
A swath of lawn with chairs or swings
Which aren’t meant for us.

For signs say “Private Property,”
In other words, keep out!
Some also read “No Trespassing”
In case we were in doubt.

At least we get to see the bay
And all that goes with it,
The balcony in our hotel
A lovely place to sit....

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I’ve never learned to tie a scarf
Which makes me quite the fool
‘Cause scarves can make an outfit
Look both chic and really cool.

I stare at women sporting them
Tied in a jaunty knot
And wonder what it is they have
That I just haven’t got.

My mother never taught me
How to carry off, with flair,
A swath of silk around my neck,
So suave and debonair.

What isn’t in our wheelhouse,
Even if it could be taught,
Likely never would be something
We would seek if never sought....

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Monday morning and I was looking at the latest bulletin
One had a picture of two suspects for police to attend
I noticed that one was a nice looking young lady smiling
Who before the mug shot had groomed herself beguiling
Standing there was her long hair carefully in place
Over one shoulder in an alluring swath to the left of her face
I suppose it is always essential to look your best for everyone
Particularly if you are robbing stores with a friend and gun.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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