Short Untrimmed Poems

Written by Gail DeBole 
on October 12, 2017

Untrimmed puffiness,
Whiteness blends with blueness -
Mother Nature's glory....

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Many a day your sister’s face doth shine,
And never has her complexion dimmed;
Every time I see her, your beauty doth decline.
Your hair unruly like a tree untrimmed.

Inspired by Shakespeare's Sonnet 18...

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A man's life can be as a candle starved for oxygen,
Barely illuminating it's sconce,
Or a lamp, with smutted globe, from untrimmed wick.
God's preference, however,
Is that we be as a lighthouse sat high on a hill,
A beacon, reaching out for all who are lost to see.
We need not choose, if our life, is in tune with Him....

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Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art less lovely and less temperate.
Harsh winds do stir thee quite a bite.
And winter’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of hell shines,
And often is her dark heart dimmed;
And every year from year that declines,
By luck, or fire’s blazing course untrimmed....

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Shall I contend thee on a summer's day?
Thou art more vengeful and more aggressive.
Rough winds do shake the bleeding buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short to live. 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven brands,
And often is his gold complexion grimmed;
And limit to the fear a mind withstands,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed....

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The art and delight of shade
expressions of gold buds bursting green 
untrimmed garden’s lush expression 
describe this eternal lease on passion 
Nothing is temperate about soul’s possession 
Mother said, “ Heaven is a Garden of flowers,
where we’ll always be beautiful.

A Summer's Day Redo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
Honorable Mention...

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Who will believe the poetic stories
Of your life, when its calmness comes?
When the threesome's in our talk's
Jump out of airplanes in a drunken stupor?
You will be but a pencil, for others
To ponder why they can't read.
Yet, your life was untrimmed
By the heinous eyes of failure.
You created a heaven,
An ornament for me
To fondly recall, anytime
The pressure seems rehearsed....

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A sweet pine tree scent grips the swift air
As the wind blows through my untrimmed hair
Tree’s leaves spring off limbs like suicide attempts
Never to hit the ground below, life held in contempt
Clouds scurry through the sky in search of its end
Birds, airplanes, and mountains its must fend
As I wait for a cold sack of emptiness to drop
And lie forever bored as it rots 
As its lowered on a prop
I see its top
I say stop!
Ok go....

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Honey gold warmth in possession of June;
And jeweled birds sing heaven a soul tune.
Untrimmed hedges, sassy and emerald green,
House creamy butterflies in the noon sheen,
As temperate winds lease the fragrant air,
And riotous buds are blooming everywhere!
But, noon's complexion yet holds mystery,
In pleasant shade of its evolving history,
As the undying, eternal, sweet rhythm repeats,
Such beauty, action and color in its beats!...

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Eternal gold sunset 
Nearer to heaven than the flowers
Buds rising, trying to get there

A temperate complexion
the untrimmed garden
faeries have taken possession

Will they lease 
Or are they here to stay forever?
I seek some shade while I ponder the climate

Faeries climb upon my legs and giggle.
My eyes remain closed
I do not want to ruin this.


Written: 8-02-2019
Contest:  A Summers Day Redo Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner...

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Lady of the Night

Blessed be the ardor
of violet words
uttered in the heat of night,
whispered untrimmed,
urgent as convulsion's
approaching strains.

Where is the one
who tricked in heels,
turned on the lathe
of the procurer's sloth,
with waxing age?

Truth dissolves the mists,
banishes yesterday's lies,
lifts the curtain of darkness
to starkly reveal
the procurer's delight
is no longer there. 

The lady of the night 
at last is free....

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Mourning face
In the twilight
Untimely sleep
On brow and eye

Propped breasts
Like crown of tree
Resting, untrimmed

Doubting whispers
Low murmur
Of unwanted issue
Behind curtain wall

Silenced by dictates 
Of profession
Secretly planning thrust
With age
As only time-
Forever blessed
With life
After paled memory of yesterday
Will tell.

Join the carnival
Brothers and sisters!
Memory may falter
But none can claim a nobler birth
Though they proclaim us
Bastards!...

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MISS JULY

Vitamin-D shot —
Temperate, she’s not! 
She’s cool and she’s hot.
Miss July, her gold complexion shirks shade.

Possession of yacht —
Lease was a long shot.
Time reflects in knots —
The noctilucent cloud waves, sunlight sprayed.

Buds eternal thought:
Untrimmed moon garden sought.
At zenith, Vega spots
Delphinus the dolphin — East heaven played.

8/2/2019
A Summer's Day Redo Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner...

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Shy woods blush mahogany gold
Temperate wind's silky whisper
Stir pinking buds to waken from shade
Grasses' lush complexion freckled in yellow
Transforming mortal earth to hopeful heaven
Stretching to eternal untrimmed light
Bounty of wide limitless lease
As sun takes possession of my sight....

7/30/19

Example for my 'A Summer's Day Redo' contest

Required words: gold, temperate, buds, complexion, heaven, eternal, lease, possession, untrimmed, shade...

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