Short Tailing Poems

Even in shaky cold,
Tailing with high gratitude...
Street dog

........Kaa.Na.Kalyanasundaram...

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In the deep darkness
There is a grey mist rolling
A fog creeping in
With any light you can see
The grey mist tailing on by

Russell Sivey...

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she came from mine
           hind
 cupped hern mitts
     cauzing mine
          blind

  kissed my neck
      mine chin
         mine
          rest

         all in
          her
       Sunday 
         best...

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What would you think, if:
while tailing an orchestra of dinosoars 
one secretly turned to you 
and invited you into a cave 
to watch his favourite act;
the murder of one of his friends...

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Follow a rivers path tailing wind
cooling the tall grass on its shore
To kill a mosquito with my grasp
I could linger no more 
Speckled a fish jumps 
sun dots my eyes
She walks a tightrope 
over a green lawn 
with a robe on her shoulders
she escapes at dawn....

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Do you see it in the looking glass?
A shadow hidden by
the glimmer of the light
that sparks the corner of your eye.

Can you hear the footsteps following
but turn and nothing's there?
Perhaps no one is tailing you,
or are they always there?

Perchance it's merely fancy.
These visions in your head.
Or there really is a monster
hiding underneath your bed....

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Shadows loom at my back
Nefarious plans attack
Try to shake it off of me
Darkness clings but none can see
Tailing me all the day
Make this evil go away
Sulfur lingers on the fog
Terrified I start to jog
Breathe of hell upon my cheek
Death upon me
Knees go weak
On the icy ground I shiver
Ripping piercing through my liver
Soul is taken off the track
Shadows stab me in the back
...

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Over the Horizon

Tailing behind, waves
 undulate in rhythm 
with plunging of oars,
  spraying clouds of
 mist in mischief.
              
 On murky shallow
 shores, beaming
buds candescent 
in pink, sway merrily,
 illumining valleys 
eclipsed by grief.


Contest River line(earlier submission)
Unrhymed six lines
Syllables 8,8,8,8,10,10 
Date March 2 2017

Now submitted for ANY POEM WRITTEN IN MARCH 2017
DATE. April 5 2017...

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Immerging from the shadowed path
A shadowed man with a shadowed past
With a shadow down at the side of his heels
And a shadowed figure, knows not what he feels.

And the trees of bare except yellow and red
Dance about below his head
But not the one of his tailing child
Who is too shy to immerge in the dark or wild.

And lo the man at the base of the tree
Of leaves of yellow and none of green
Sleeps and lies at peace and ease
Sleeps and lies in a shadowed heap...

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She's back just like a comet,
a winding gold dust of love
tailing her since we last met.

Cerise lips stretch soft, slow.
A simile of her smile glows.
Her bubbling gladness show.

Her face, exuberant, vivid.
Pearly teeth, pinkish gums,
she's playful, confident, fervid.

The core of what matters
shines in her inner goodness,
touching the good in others.

Her eyes laugh with regret.
To me she grins her goodbye.
in a blink, she's gone, my comet!


....

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Above the heat the sky is flecked with ice,
high country has its own climate.
The sun is no longer burning,
it’s a ghost lamp swept by the rags
of a coat-tailing wind.

I'm on a high ledge watching.
There it is - arriving out of a far place,
a living cliché, a Bald Eagle
It must have caught a thermal,

I wonder does it see my significance
or insignificance
here alone with vastness above
and below?

The eagle veers away
turning deeper into the ice-blue.
We are both vanishing....

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