Short Tassels Poems
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two male cardinals
fight over territory....
corn tassels rustle
in an instant from the kitchen window view
Tassels of flakes studded in pearl
Drape the lane where ice-capped elms unfurl.
Andrea Dietrich's Frozen In Crystalline Contest
11/23/2014
Feral Carol was a dance hall girl.
Up on a barrel, she'd swing and swirl.
She never disappointed.
Her pelvis was disjointed.
And they love it when her tassels twirl.
from mist-clad tassels
immaculate leaves of night waft
bearing frosty scent
Andrea Dietrich's Pretty Little Lunes Contest
8/6/2015 Collom Lune # 6
tassels
of maple
flower
in
mentle green
shower of
pearl
a rosier hue
crackling trees
in wild winds
a
woman's blush
Cerulean above
Fan brushed with fossil, ash, silver and cloud
Zephyr's northwesterly cold
Hemlock seeds and broom sage tassels fly
November surprises
what
is your
pain to me
who breathes
this death
breed less
word castle
tassels blown
crowning thrown
toss left after moan
what lies
why lay
stay
be
what
is your
pain to me
?
Tri-Ku / Senryu
Frayed pants
aging tassels in the wind
work in progress
Patched dreams
soft comfort of renewal
love’s chevrons
Old boots
moldings of the soul
carry on
John G. Lawless
7/29/2017
I won an online contest – with a most unusual prize
Sequined red nipple tassels – oh I can’t believe my eyes
So if you don’t see me on here for a while…………
I’m busy elsewhere wearing my prize and just a smile!
Jan Allison
10th May 2014
Stunning tail-light of eve
Sweeps across the heavens
Streaked with chrome blue tassels:
Swift the leap glossed by dust
Spin of Hailey's Comet,
Streams quickly... then fades off!
Pleiades Contest of Joseph May
10/6/2020
fields of corn
as far as the eye can see
from horizon to horizon
golden tassels wave
at a never-ending blue sky
allowing only occasional
gossamer wisps of clouds
to break the monotony
written August 21, 2021
I love my bicycle
Which is blue, it screams
I love you
With my basket
Hanging low
It's faster than
You can blow
With reflectors
On my mags
Even my stickers
Has its own tags
My handlebar
Tassels hang low
They fly as my
Bicycle goes
The sixty-two year old oak
Green tassels spring evokes
Tree removal company
Cut first limb clumsily
The fall to earth like my tears
Was totally unawares
A reminder there's a time
When all living gets past prime
what sky
flown from night
castles sing for castles
tassels form sight
glittering wings
glow bright
bring ing
me
from
candle light
place each kiss
more loving than
the
first
my honey purse
close your eyes
all the while
wondering
what sky
?
Wet Body
The muscle man has on his gold trunks
See how he dances oh so cool
His lady has on but 3 items
2 nipple tassels and a forward triangle
See how good they look together
An awesome couple like it was a film
Think what they do together
Does it make you blush?
S oaked by mist, tassels of white mold
N imbly etches an icy pile;
O pal its lips on buttoned smile
W e play like children to unfold
M ister Snowman's jolliest game
A s our merry-go-rounds beguile
N ever ending through winter, aflame!
Brain Strand 263 Contest
Comes monsoon in its crystal tassels,
Drizzling on my stain-glass window
Effervescent as nimbus' Marian beads
Floating within my liquid stream of prayer,
To heal this soul from godly intercession.
Contest of Sara Kendrick: Let's Do Some Alphabet
10/3/2017
Haiku 60 – Indiana Summer
Indiana
orange roadside lilies
rural splendor
Indiana
elephant’s eye corn
no tassels yet
Indiana
endless green soybean fields
rich farmland soil
a strange beauty
stark yet soothing vistas
Indiana
For SKAT – OZ’s “summer poems” contest...
The old clock had grown
a beard of dust.
The ink in the Underwood's ribbon
long dried in silence.
Frayed tassels of an old desk lamp
hung over the motionless pen.
Gnarled hands etched
the pain of goodbye.
Grandmother's rocker was still.
So was he.
7/3/2020
The Old Scribe Poetry Contest
Nacreous trees
reach into goldenrod skies
autumn wheat hissing, envious!
Tassels of crown hang, lifeless.
Queen of a barren kingdom
where silver suns trek horizons,
never in reach for the looking glass
to swallow, and reflect,
inside out.
Another sunrise sets
all as the pearl harvest eclipses behind,
the apple of her eye.
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper,
They thought she worked at Tesco on the till.
Most folk knew her since she was a nipper,
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper.
A woman always cheerful and chipper,
She twirled her tassels publicly, but still
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper,
They thought she worked at Tesco on the till.
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper,
They thought she worked at Tesco on the till.
Most folk knew her since she was a nipper,
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper.
A woman always cheerful and chipper,
She twirled her tassels publicly, but still
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper,
They thought she worked at Tesco on the till.
As I collapse on this pillow
I find that place I can run to;
The hidden path I’ll always know;
Past the stars! Follow midnight blue!
A step from the sea’s undertow
shrouded in dreams I build castles;
On my salmon robe hang tassels
that capture particles of sand;
Glitter in the palm of my hand,
I’m not one of the King’s vassals.
what
of
our
nest
evanescently streaming scars
fluorescently showing
neoning hues cosmic glow
amnesiacs knowledge known
scent me perfumed under snow
thawing our love
under froze
feelings from caves below
create caverns cliff show
feathers winging flight
leather singing
with
delight
tassels tearing the flesh
what
of
our
nest
evanescent
Tassels of beads light my garment
as tropical air fondles my skin
content in the ripened grace
of my arms and round, orange fruitage,
shading men from rainfall and sun.
I nestle on the ground, hair basking
in May's glint...my guava pulp exploding
from Asian roots born of clay, and I,
in copper- like pose, become maiden
of woods, ever- rich... and evergreen.