Snippets Poems

Snippets of Spring vol 3

Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…strewn..rocks hewn embossing...marbling and moss flossing

Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush

Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field

Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells 

Stacked cumulus collage..shield montage cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage

Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring

Snippets of Spring vol 2

Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes

Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes

Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks

Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing

Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious

Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes

Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh

Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes

Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...

Skint

Snippets of Spring vol 1

Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking

Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts

Believing in hefty heaving heroes

Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows

Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries

Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic 

Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries

Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams

Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels

Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels

Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic

Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering

some snippets

absolute neutrality

variances appear

and all are

neutral



arising

there is none

as movement is

absent



nothing appearing

that is the

total message and

there is no message



non duality

is already a gift

for no one

a happy tale



no you

is the message

to the separate self

in disbelief



no one

may appear 

as someone

walking



with 

fewer words

nothing may be

suggested



the ubiquitous 

I-word

always an appearance

serving the story



oops

flags a mistake

perhaps recovery

reversing a story



arising

arose

and arisen

are not three

A Rat's Prodding

A wet patch of wa-ter glints
unusual! 
It was my ears that it re-flected, 
sand or dust or what-ever it wasn’t no more, 
got every-where; 
es-pecially bet-ween my grey hairs.

It didn’t matt-er, 
I wasn’t thirsty no more. 

Scurry-ing off to… 
what was it called again? 
Wooood. 
Yes, wood boards 
dis-carded, 
they say. 
May-be food? 
Could be,

Snippets of Life

A snipping of scissors
The hum of the trimmer
The hollow sound of an AM radio
Idyll chatter
Kids, grandkids
The weather
A quick trim of thinning hair
Melancholy moments revisited
No appointments necessary
Just walk in 
Sit down
Relax
    …And wait

SNIPPETS

Snippets play inside my mind.
Pieces of movies which I find
Are ingrained; cinema projected...
Dorment and then resurrected.
Sometimes, just a simple thought
Or action has the snippet caught.
Often, in a single day
They play - and sometimes on replay.
Moments big and moments small...
A century of films in all.
Silver, colour, sex and violence...
Even scenes made in their silence.
When I'm bored,

Snippets

A gentle breeze wafting in through the window
Still, white waves lapping the seashore
The sun bidding goodbye to an iridescent sky
Leaves rustling as the zephyr kisses them
Soft snow swirling down from heaven
Stars peeping out through the darkness of night
Raindrops dripping in harmonious beat
Fluffy clouds changing shapes to impress
Songbirds belting out melodic music
Rainbows cheering us on from

Snippets of Emotions

A mother’s hand holding a child
Walk of joy beaming a smile

Kids frolicking on playground
Happiness of innocent sounds

Quarrel of two loving hearts
Thunderous clouds soon pass

A glimpse, if not ephemeral,
Perhaps a rude, unwelcome stare

Reality haunting endlessly
A blemish on hope eternal 

Face of grief when tears cease
Pain lingering in perpetuity

Pink sunrise gleaming eyes
Kiss of dawn blushing the skies

A

Snippets of Lydia

She is very slender and her eyes are brown.
Her hair is lovely, long and dark.
Sometimes she wears colors in her hair or paints her nails.
When I visit at her house, she often scurries away
to be with her own little visiting girlfriends.
Not too interested in Grandma any more,
she is eleven going on twelve.

Sometimes she comes with

Snippets of the Mind

That's all we have when you come right down to it:
little pieces of life, random moments we dare call--
memories!

But what are these fragments, these snippets of the mind?
Just sort of, kind of bright flashes in the pan lighting up
the brain, rolling into the mind willy-nilly, like freight cars
abandoned by the locomotive?

All life's experiences, both sweet

Snippets of Sound: Pieces of Memories

Snippets of sound
A private concert for our ears only.
Locked in an embrace like no one is around.
Bittersweet shards of treasured memory.
Softly we repeat the refrain.
For a moment I'm lost in a reverie.
Of steadfast love to remain.

I look into your eyes, the world fades away;
There is only you, and only me.
We are transported to that sacred

Snippets,Tidbits, and Pieces Minus Peace

#Snippets,Tidbits, and Pieces minus Peace...

Flecks and Specks sprawled evenly and eventually...leaving no room for possibilities and puzzle pieces scattered haphazardly; no room for building inevitably, it's a choice, depending on a conclusive voice and it would be made known a Full understanding, of shards of discards desired to be left outstanding; BOULDERS BOLD OF TRUTH

Snippets From My Past

To my hometown of the sixties, I plunge in reverie,
recalling where I found myself in nineteen sixty-three.

Each fall, the biggest thing going  - was going to the fair.
My town's the Sorghum Capital; cane fields still tassel there.

Talent contests, entering pageants, gave us identity.
I played piano several years;  I won in sixty-three.

My embroidered pillow

More Snippets

I.
Bleeding --
a world without comfort --
lost without love --
no destination...
silently walk
without touching wounds...
where is love?

II.
Frail fingers grope...
sodden afternoons...
winter fog...
through gray eternity --
cold eyes,
delicious mouth.
Found love will laugh,
desire returning.

III.
Making love,
we deceived ourselves.
Complicitors, we lied.

Compliant pawns,
we defied danger,
practiced brilliant fabrication --

but truth was stranger.

IV.
Others know desire:
ever changing years -- and lifetimes --
reaching towards the moon.
Love, be my

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