Short Swathes Poems
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A LITERAL IMPRESSION
Flowing
swirling swathes swarm,
fervent,fervid feelings-
stirring stark sensations once hid
within.
Wild swathes of manic hues
struck ghostly angst in me
a fireball ambience
ensued and my banshee
wail at bright splodge ink sky
shattered stained glass moon’s glee
tree sips summer sun
sizzling wind whispers to leaves…
still shade swathes scorched soil
June 29, 2021
Syllable count : 5/7/5 checked on HMS
Contest : Summer Haiku
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
Illusions,symbols of childhood,
coloured filled swathes of painterly
hues.A private fantasy in slow
motion suspended in space.An
abstracted blur in flashbacks of
yesteryear,caught in a daydream.
the sparkling green trees
alight within blackish swathes
milky horizon
Flowing swathes swarm and wind
Bloom blush brilliant through my mind;
As expressions in outward flow
Stir sensations hid below;
Emotions made manifest arrayed,
displayed and essayed;
With poignant passion slashed
On my canvas unabashed.
Flowing swathes swarm and wind
Bloom blush brilliant through my mind;
As expressions in outward flow
Stir sensations hid below;
Emotions made manifest arrayed,
displayed and essayed;
With poignant passion slashed
On my canvas unabashed.
CURIOSITIES BECOME REALITY-:-
rationally
verified
patternd
unconnected
specialisation
of EMOTIONAL AWARENESS
subconsciously
residing
turbulence
chaotically
liberated
provoking DEEPER INSIGHTS
embracing
implicit
swathes
defining
art
Whistling wind plays flute in
orchestra of air
where flying on music
birds in blue share.
Music flows rippling in
broken heart in despair
as stillness swathes soul
with bliss so rare.
November 26, 2019
Contest : McWhirtle Me
Sponsor : Charles Messina
night silk swathes the woods
lush leaves weave moonbeam lattice …
fireflies flash star flair
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March 3, 2022
Syllable Count : 5/7/5 (HMS)
Contest : H Forms-Traditional Nature Haiku
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Your flamboyant of a heart is of glass shards and ice
That stings like frostbite and slices like a vice
To your prey, everything seems like a perfect price
A beautiful contagion that swathes but smothers
Expels lucidness or causes demise amongst others
Sun’s hue drapes my dying day,
twilight tinge makes a painting
of life new from shades of gray.
Stars sparkle in crown of night,
silver dust spreads on sorrow,
swathes the scars with delight.
September 19, 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem No 21
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Absolute Beauty’s Celestial Delineation, Evening’s Festoons , Golden Hues, Inviting Jubilation, Kid’s Laughter, Myriad Nodes Of Picturesque Quietness, Resplendant Swathes, Tufts, Utilitarian Vision Weaving ‘Xtra Youthful Zest.
For: John Freeman's contest
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 29 OCT 11
I can feel your presence,
I can feel your touch,
As I close my eyes to the darkness,
I can feel your warm breath softly brush,
It swathes my being,
It engulfs my soul,
Lost in an abyss of pleasure,
Desires of the flesh have taken control,
Nothing is sacred, nothing is taboo,
Lust is the power, the wisdom and the fool.
Sky,
Blue sky blue.
Curves over a kiss
Between we two.
While at sea
Pulsing in every wave.
Swathes us
In its infinite sigh.
And gulls glide silent;
Fade like feeble faith
Into evening.
That prelude to night's tide,
Whose waves break me,
Break over me.
Washing up
On the shores of my dreams,
The memories of a kiss.
And how sweet
Good-bye tasted.
that crab nip
upon fingertips
as sunlight tilts his hat
and nighttime makes his start
drinking liquid
from the passing breeze
unanticipated tremble of the knees
Squawked yawn as seagull retires
and sound swathes
its way
through quicksand air
Slip your chill
past neckline
nomadic course down spine
Wrap your silk cotton
darkness around
safe but unsound
unfound
Gloom descends upon my head,
Think it will never end.
Paint brush comes out,
Primary colors flit about.
Across the canvass in wide swathes.
Inked in buildings,
Some don't last.
Of towering structures covered in paint,
Green shadowed yards are so faint.
Clouds slashed across the sky.
Until the gloom is buried,
Behind the missing windows eye!
For some reason
I woke up feeling
extremely good today
it feels as if removing
a layer of silk veil
shrouding my face
allowing it to just float away
like a dead autumn leaf
Seeing a bit clearly
the umpteen possibilities
opportunities
swirl in my mind's eye
all I have to do is make
an option, just pick
where I go and what I do next
over time, I hope to see
swathes of silk cloth
laying softly at my feet.
Where hazel bushes mix with sturdy oaks
and beech trees densely grow in shades of green
the fairy flowers come in early spring
attired in clothes of violet-blue sheen.
The swathes of bluebells, like a sheet unrolled
before our eyes, breathtaking to behold!
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This stanza is a Sexain or Sestet.
Contest: One Stanza
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 4th
© 14th July 2016
With each screaming note of pain
The darkness fills her broken frame
insipid oil glints and gleams
and streams
like blackened rainbow dreams
each pitch change
her quest for enlightenment
almost spent
but continues without pause
as darkness buries knife claws
Fingers forged in burning hours of lost childhood
But still stood
as darkness swathes her hopes
dreaming of the imperfect note
that will make her stop
on brink of summer
an eager Painted Lady
first to the party
drifting pollen swathes
golden contours round wood’s edge
fox cubs exploring
festooned with blossom
blackbird trills in paradise
serenades his world
ladybird in rain
slides down slippery palm frond
tiny splash in pool
nature varied in its forms
a wonderful world adorns
3rdMay2023
Haiku Sonnet poetry contest
sponsored by Joanna Daniel
ABSTRACTED
an elegant
obsession
transformed
from the absence
of light
beyond black
a
created complex
of smoothness
in
surfaces
absorbed
by
reflected light
so
hard to exploit
a
fascination
with luminosity's
potential
to create
to juxtapose
&
overwhelm
in swathes
of
the
normal
such
a
duality
of
the
delicate shadowed
then
merge
to
a free rein
in
interpretation
of
notions
The grass waved hello
the birds called back.
Telegraph poles stood still
like tall slender trees.
the birds liked that.
the crickets a constant tickle in the ear,
swathes of brown grass bouncing back after drought,
three troughs haphazard on a patch without
any grass. Bare dark earth.
the raven makes its cry
under a bright grey sky,
on a swampy, sweaty day .
my dog companion at my feet
"Come on then, let's go home."
as swallows land and swifts take flight
inside late noon’s last shards of light
the chill winds that descend on day
cause dense green swathes of reeds to sway
across the flooded vista’s ground
in harmony with nature’s sound
of shrills that echo through the air
from birds and insects everywhere
while stars with room to breathe and shine
light up a land divorced from time
to show the beauty and true worth
of life in balance here on earth.
ABSTRACT DREAM
An
abstracted blur
in flashbacks
of
yesteryear
caught
in a daydream
illusions
symbols
of childhood
coloured
filled swathes
of painterly
hues
A private
fantasy
in slow motion
suspended
in space
OPEN VERSE using spaces&breaks/no grammatical symbols /relying on 'the one breath limitation'/this intuitive cadence permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond in an interpretative-interplay unique** to the ' happening moment'