Short Vellum Poems

Spidered vellum bows
cracked and twisted by the feet
of dancing daydreams....

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Unblemished vellum
Begs the Imagist's pardon:
Forsake not my skin -
Complete my chaste nakedness
With threads of dappled spectra...

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Ink quills and vellum
     Sensitivities on rags
           The bard's monument







For Mr. Brian Stand's contest:
Poetry of the Noun...

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Bloodeyes among the trees.
Waterwood broken;
an open split

of small life.
Steps out of tact,
tied. Tubular

breath that makes
leaves vellum.
So when the two

bend and coo
with a mouth full
of pigeons, you

pace and green
in the dark
strange with envy....

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the difference with mist		


this…. landscape of blurry fog
mist that rise from breathless trees
kiss with vapors from the mourning rain
wish upon a lonely breeze

place with sorrow your heavy dew
encase thy eternal lips
traced by charcoal and vellum
erased with lightness that is missed

A poetry contest sponsored by Rick Lento...

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Gray clouds gathering, distant eyes shrouded;
inner vellum lids cannot disguise
the fugitive from love you are.
Your cherished, throbbing body near,
Far, far away your misplaced mind;
Hesitant words reach out to you,
entangling in a torturous maze
where two hearts stumble in the mists.

August 20, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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EMBROIDERY OF VELLUM

A clean poem composed
Thee vellum virgin
Lace betrothed in length
Your satin train embraced

Thee embroidery in apple gold
Girdled in silver refined
And curvature of silhouette
Delicate with subtle design

6/25/2017
Lyric Poem

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in baskets of silver
proverbs 25:11 Bible ESV version...

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Scene
from a
borderless willowed window
frame
one scarlet cigar of sparking neon
smoked on slaplit glass
perhaps
meantime
the cinderous binding frays but
that face carries cities continents constellations
slow shellac sounding significances wrinkling into ivory
leaves of remembrances read over
some text they shared
may be
vellum will fray but
no
not this way.
...

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MEDITATION HOUR


Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour 


I’m inside a strand of hair
A protein or atomic space
Neutrality speaks like 
A pink lotus
teaches as my Muse
Its a cardamom pip


I disappear into its blackness
then the car door 
Banged !!

At the hour


©ghairodanielspoetry2018...

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To sit and dream and write
my thoughts on vellum recite,
until the form becomes just right;
To look and listen and to see
watch,silent,and to be
a sponge absorbing in me;
Then let those feelings outwards fly
unfettered,poetic
white clouds upon a summer sky;
To touch another with my thought
whereby this infection is caught
and does not on paper, abort.

Then,will this idea live on
in other hearts,after I've done....

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To sit down and write
my thoughts ,on vellum recite,
until the form becomes right;
To look and listen and to see,
watch,quiet,and to be
a sponge absorbed ,by me;
The let these feelings outwards fly,
unfettered poetic dreams as
white clouds upon a summer sky;
To touch another with my thought,
whereby this infection is caught
and does not on paper ,abort.

Then will this idea live on
in other hearts,after I've gone.

Brian Strand...

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Subconscious maze of the 
cobwebs of my mind fade
as somehow
I continue a half-finished piece.
With simple pen and paper
I write pages of poetry
devoted to thoughts
which are flowing today.
Memories spring and churn
as my mind wanders,
slipping through my mental gardens;
ideas like roses spring into scenery.
Seeds of unborn stories,
based on yesterday's news
grow into castles of
solitary musings as the pen
unlocks the vellum page....

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Sometimes our heroes are roasted like zeros
A
N
T
A
Slapping them down is such fun
A
Starting November and into December
Santa endures the deft tongue
A
Soup is our vellum to pen our mock venom
Spoofing the jolly red one
I
N
Such is the season of Santa assassination 





10 January 2021
Kim’s Acrostic Play 2 - Holiday Version
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues...

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CATCHING THE DRIFT
To sit and dream and write
my thoughts on vellum recite,
until the form becomes just right;
To look and listen and to see
watch,silent,and to be
a sponge absorbing in me;
Then let those feelings outwards fly
unfettered,poetic
white clouds upon a summer sky;
To touch another with my thought
whereby this infection is caught
and does not on paper, abort.
Then,will this idea live on
in other hearts,after I've done.

Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro...

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