Sill Poems - Poems about Sill

my vase, all seasons

spring
my vase is ready
on the broad window sill~
spring rains bring beauties

summer
my vase overflows
on the broad window sill~
sunlight warms petals

autumn
my vase stands silent
on the broad window sill~
leaves drift down like thoughts

winter
my vase gathers dust
on the broad window sill~
snowlight fills the room

spring rains bring beauties

my vase is ready 
on the broad window sill~
spring rains bring beauties

Bury Me

Bury me under the tree
Just mentally, so you can forget
Easily where exactly 
I lie, and what tree is that
Bury me like I’m a seed
Put me into the pot
I’ll be a pepper, or an orchid
Just anything what you want
It’s nice on a window sill
I don’t have to talk or wait
So it’s not with me you will
Speak

Man As Sill

Selected unknowingly
unwillingly
To protect and provide
for the world ahead
Expected towards greatness
at no fault of his own
Yet selfish ranks are ineligible
unfathomable 
The careless mixing
A job for unrefined fellows
Out to grab a piece
to bring home
for wonder time
While the steadfast
Keeps clean of jilted roses
bloody next steps and promises
out of reach
Yet the sill
enigmatic and demure
offers foundation
and a firm grip to

Fun Net Ticks and Sill Lab Buff Hick Aye Shun

curt hissy Matthew Scott Harris
who wishes ewe well
to make $cents of the following
mumbo jumbo lettered gumbo.

Hip puck crease see
(ad hoc) key hide dee claim
haint how my noggin 
comports itself to take aim,
cuz ear lee aire two 
yeast tar dies ague
this hue more us, 
in fame muss wordsmith 
cure rafting re: son hubble rhyme 
doggone cur

Stone Cold Sunshine - Fort Sill, February, 1909

GERONIMO, FEARED APACHE WARRIOR, DEAD

Human Tiger, Merciless Slayer of Mexicans and Whites 
   
His Own Family Fought Government Efforts 
to Provide Medical Treatment

Fulfilled His People’s Prophecy 

By Telegraph to The Times.

Oklahoma, Feb. 18. – While returning to Ft. Sill from Lawton, the infamous savage known as Geronimo fell off his horse, drunk, and

Treasure Chest

Calling silly and fun angels!
Come together and giggle with me!
Share stories of being free!

Calling all silly and fun angels. 
Come together and mend my broken pieces.
So I can be silly and free with you.

Silly angels, please point me in the right direction.
To find the silly, joyful and loving creator. 

Why do you keep pointing there?
Your centre? 
Why are

Window Sill

I have a window without a window sill 
My eyes wander outside when the crickets sing
Birds refuse to come into this part of town  
I try to escape but my window has grills
Those who live nearby cannot, will not know me 
Residing in a one story tower, still
And when it rains, droplets flicker towards

Pigeons Red Lollipop On Window Sill

Pigeon’s red lollipop on a wet window sill
I gave it big licks until I had gobbled my fill
Some naysayers warned it might make me ill
Did you see it drop from the pigeon’s bill?

I did, lied my dishonest cousin Jill.
My sister gave her a look that could kill.
I picked up a pen with a feathered quill.
The

Window Sill

Damn the window sill
It's never needed
It's filled with arze
most times impeded

And rubbed for dust
in times gone fleeted
For lost time served
in sense depleted

Standing On the Sill of Dead Window

No tranquility in the morning breeze
No serenity in the rising sun
No romanticism I find in the drizzling
No love of colors wraps my heart in the brightest moon

Now venomous snake is crawling on the living paths
Democracy is now hugging the hidden ghost rider of imperialism
Religion is killing the independence of thoughtful conscientious humanity
Poisonous evaporation of living

Blood On the Pane, Prints On the Sill

Kinfolk pleading with me say "John"
"Keep dancing with the devil 
And you'll wind up gone"
There ain't no need to take alarm 
I've got my brand new 
Blue suede dancing shoes on 
Wake up early in the morning 
To get the jump on me 
I can be found underneath 
Any old sycamore tree 
Pulling on a

Baby's First Flight

If so inclined with reservations
Amniotic baby will float on water
Just around the corner of a smile
Embryological y correct you could say
Adequately enclosed in fluid aquatic
Practicing goo goo and gaga for mommy

Clothes would be nice
Naked is better
A hotel will suffice

Is this a room with a womb?
With an ashtray to steal?
With a balcony overlooking tomorrow?
A window to

Thrill Seen On Window Sill

Thrill Seen On Window Sill

Many ways we can measure a thrill,
And you may see it  on window sill;
Have felt within,
Again and again,
Until had been buried under the hill.

Jim Horn

Jay Lounges On Sill

jay lounges on sill

grasping worms for morn's breakfast---

trilled choir forgotten




Bird themed haiku for Tania Kitchin 
7/27/2018

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