Short Wicker Poems

cat sprawled upon a wicker heirloom
perfect blend of humble and attitude,...

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I'm Sitting in a wicker rocking chair
beneath a mango tree
whose open arms provide for me
a canopy of shade...

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‘ The Wick ’   12th Senryu



          A Wicker-Basket
Full of Wicked-Things … Trash It !
  … Keep Candle Wick – Lit !...

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If I know the answer to the question
before you ask it

Am I then still allowed to buzz in

Or will you burn me as a witch...

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hard against the wall
the seat of death finally rests
in ironic drape, ropes hang
wicker basket waits
a twist, a turn, beheaded
mans inhumanity dealt...

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Pug noses in designer hoodies 
Wicker baskets on beach cruisers 
Leather sofas doggy devoted 
Grooming parlors and pet hotels 
Best pooch in wedding tux 
Nip and tuck, no more nuts 
Hollywood glitz for puppy shitz 
LA doggy style
Westside!...

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fragile rice papers
cling to a thrashed wicker wall
and silent gazes
kanji-stained blots become buds
some bloom into ureshii


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1.  "Ureshii" means happiness (Japanese).
2.  Formerly titled Minamisanriku's List....

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They drop succulent, ripe and basket-bound;

with a quick turn, skill runs the juice masterful.

Yet jaded wicker lips so slash your fingers red

that with a quick turn, you drop your quirky quill

as caustic acid anesthetic muds the dusty ground....

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Today as I sat in my wicker chair
taking in the sweetened air
no swallows flew above my head
I watched the warming ground instead,
it seemed that every ant and bee
was working much the same as me
taking in the breath of spring
and doing useful outside things
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the wicker picnic
on a red gingham blanket —
dulce fruit draws ants

watermelon sliced —
summer pepo with black seeds
on white paper plates

6/22/2020
Summer Haiku's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

Checked by: howmanysyllables.com...

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Summer Ablutions

Stunned by July in a hammock
he remembers the apricot wife 
no longer here
one curler more and the flutter
of leaves in the orchard
the sound of trees 
letting go
a downpour of plums
flowing over
the wicker
propped open 
below

Donal Mahoney...

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Prior to Conception


As if stunned by July in a hammock
I wait for my apricot wife

One curler more and the flutter
of leaves in the orchard

the sound of trees 
letting go

a downpour 
of plums still bouncing

around in the wicker 
propped open below


Donal Mahoney...

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I hide 
In my splintered wicker laundry hamper
Under last weeks soiled cloths
Sheltered within a warm wooden box

At first the cloths smelled of me 
And later I of them 
And soon hereafter 
We of we

I lay there
Still and cold
In the soiled
Hopelessly Awaiting For Laundry Day...

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a rainbow coffin …
I want to go off in style!
time to say goodbye

On Thursday we went to our friend Suzy's funeral - she had a wicker rainbow coffin which made everyone smile... I find rainbows so uplifting and so this is the way I too will depart.

12-03-17...

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Red
Yellow
Leaves fall down
Sweep left, sweep right
Gather them in Autumn’s wicker baskets
Nature’s colourful treasures swirling down
Ground set afire
Rake in hand
Garden
Cleared


08.25.2021


Photo #3

For Eve Roper's "Double Tetractys 8" contest...

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Heaven’s doormat scribes our birthnames,
woven from fine wicker,
oblivious to sins or fame;
holy entrance richer.

Designed to cleanse our feet,
past relatives we meet;
entering, angels greet.

Jesus will chat.
Heaven’s doormat.

Thursday, October 21, 2021
(Quietus)
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Lay me down to sleep
I pray to the holy spirit

Deliver my soul
From the wicker
Man..

Cleans my my body
From earthy scar's 
Wash my hands

Of dirty deeds
I pray to god
Down on my knees 

Light as a feather
Lift me up 
Unto heavens

Loving touch.
Release me from 
lucifer..kluge.....

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Total surrender, breath by breath
Watching reflex instinct
Desires rise, then swoon into death
Save bliss throbs, with love inked

In the divine wicker
Pure heart our moniker
Love flame does not flicker

Soft prayers render
Total surrender

01-December-2021
Quietus ...

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To my Moonbeam leaping stag,
box  of  miscellaneous keys two
little shelves your favorite chicken 
salad  with pot of  Lady  Grey tea.
Royal jelly honey-based receipe
all natural retorative  toiletries.
Splendid Summer afternoon
strolling and chatting in the deep 
wicker chair at the old country house....

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The cloying sangria
of freesias
invades the screen.
Amber bees whine
in wastrel air
like breezeless fans.
My shirt 
is porcelain skin.
I dangle one metronome leg
off the arm
of a wicker chair
on the porch
as icebox rivulets
trickle down my sides.
In a far corner
dead flowers 
curl
in a glass vase....

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Silent motion jasmine votives flicker
near jewel blossoms embraced in painted hand-made wicker
barely surviving this winter's frostbite
closed pedals sunstained pale in window light
blushing pink where colors blend
barely wilting where it mends
its pale reflection gone as day ends
winter passes spring begins...

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The invisible flicker
of flame in the wicker
though there is no cause
for the pulse to pause
is cognised in aloneness 
whilst in silence & stillness 

We do not wish to hide
yet cannot confide
as the happening too subtle
translation impossible
shift being inner 
outer mundanity dimmer

16-September-2020...

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No beliefs except the unworthy,
A thuggish frame without a mind
Growing reeds with his father's seeds,
No thoughts except the unkind.
Idle Prince on wicker Olympus,
Stroll down and inherit your Earth.
The risen dead may come and see
The King of human stock,

While he slinks stinging,
To another room,
A Cinna....

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Heart broken,
Heart unsure,
When we are forgotten,
 For we are not pure,
We call names,
We hunt love,
Screaming things,
 We never thought of,
To nurse pride,
Lost in shame,
All my heart,
Just your game,
As she runs 
As I seek
Now her words
Make me weak,
For she lies,
And I’m lost,
Love is love,
But what a cost.
@};~...

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Inky dinky due
 slither, slinky poo
the snake in the grass
 stood up and bit my a...
Wicker wacked it on its head
 and there it lay, stiff and dead
inky dinky slew.



Just a silly little ditty
I'm a slump, have pity.


for Caren's contest, not my best,
let's give it all a rest
just for you
my inky dinky doooooooo.
3/24/20...

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