Best Airway Poems
How can I fetch what's inside me?
It's a mental scream I can see,
They had poured fear through my mind's crease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
There has been a real stage play,
Rumbling in the chasm and airway,
This caused the effect of the cease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Screaming voices drove me insane,
Shooters, killers, and guns again,
Frail life blights me on endless lease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We yield what we hear, but we hear,
In our blood, others' scars are clear,
We wipe tears but also decrease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
My wounds are still bright in my mind,
Anguish since the long-term rewind,
Out of sight, cracked into pieces,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We're together despite the waves,
Thrilled as tides rush us to the caves,
Earth seems to cast us a release,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We plant hope as a human seed,
Love grows in the other being's deed,
These keen emotions can't surcease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
What if rain wipes tears of sadness?
We'll free ourselves from the brashness,
Teases to shed tears of caprice?
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Whether you cry from pain or bliss,
It's not rain that makes that abyss,
Crying is nature, human peeps,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
My sorrow is couched in downpour,
Sobbing has not yet come down more,
I chafe drenched while I wait for cease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Behind my face, that beams a smile,
Long, twisty, and pitch-black road style,
Secret cries have been rife with geese,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Checked by HMS.COM/ 8 syllables.com
1St place contest winner
Written: November 14, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Books are our friends hey!
Don’t throw them away;
Keeping ourselves array
So that we be at assay
With books positively lay
For scrutiny at a ballet.
They – best pals – do say:
Read lavishly and do play,
Or in bright sunshine splay.
All healthy tips; no betray,
No deceiving, no astray.
Hence be ready to little pay
And be free as that jay
And soar up in the airway
Knowledge and wisdom to flay.
A golden weaver's beam in my right hand and white portals is where I stand;
Still and yet moving;
How can this be?
Portals upon portals white and clean.
An open airway with pillars anew;
the golden beam with His footstool far below me.
Higher and higher these portals go;
The weaver's beam let go.
Still and yet moving;
No more.
Clothed with a vail quietly;
Thousands upon thousands of golden weaver's beams begin to fall;
In an array of no form but a circle within a cloud.
My hand stretched and unable to obtain above;
Each side to wide.
Ascending and descending with ease;
among the golden weaver's beams.
Scales of sounds that were never written have shrieks of eagles beaks.
The width of ascending and descending is more than a pine tree sideways.
As a King writes upon a scroll;
The living waters flow.
Unwritten shrieks and scales unknown.
Beyond more than all of the weaver's beams and pine trees that are not still;
Is the sound of thunder and lightning of old.
Still and yet moving;
How can this be?
Closer and closer the pine tree gets;
Comes a sound that few ever hear.
Clearer and clearer can the Praises of God echo from heaven to me and back again.
By Christy Miller
Inside my nose lies my kind of treasure
Each dig brings no gold, but a lot of pleasure
Most times it's the right nostril that's clogged
With the left side, when I blow out, I can whistle for the dog
My girl and I used to be very close
Until she caught me picking my nose with a pair of her panty hose
When I pull out chunks of green and a lot of slime
I feel like I committed the perfect crime
Everyone is cautious with the ice, I grab it with my bare hands
They all gag, not one of them undersatnds
It's compulsion, something I have to do
So don't get grossed out when I do it in front of you
There are time at home that I use a vaccuum cleaner hose
No matter where I am, private or public I still pick my nose
On Thursday, we are having a pot luck
I shall fry my own chicken, a family recipe I call Southern Cluck
I feel so priveledged, one bag of ice saved just for me
I am astounded, at the pot luck, no one tries my family recipe
I am a very sanitary person with a very noticeable habit
Maybe next time I will bring marinated Rabbit
I just wanna know why you find what I do so gross
I can mix a drink for you while you explain and all the while be picking my nose
Either way you look at it, of my nose, I am still in charge
I wonder often if someone has fingers that are too large
For them I feel bad they can't clear their airway
I clear it probably six or seven times a day
If I can't flick it, I wipe it on my clothes
Watch for sharp, dry objects left behind,this is one of the hazards when you pick your nose
This is dedicated to all of you nose pickers out there
Men will sometimes pull out nostril hairs
Women normally pull clean
Unless your name is Butchy McQueen
It is stuffed so you blow and blow
A finger irrigation can bring it under control
Don't dig so hard that you cause a nose bleed
No matter how often you harvest the field, the nose plants new seeds
I myself, never use self control
Even at lunch, when everyone is featstin' I still pick my nose
Getting it out with a good shout
Now don't go and pout
Deep down inside so riddled with doubt
Need to find a safer route
Tired of fighting these heartfelt bouts
Our freedom has a way of holding the past
Before you know it you have crossed the bridge to fast
Having something special that would've of last
Oh the regrets of today
Such a heavy price we have to pay
When we just want to stay out and play
When respect goes a long ways
You can't back up with what you say
Instead, you take a different pathway
I have always prayed
That our friendship wouldn't decay
Things get broken when we don't meet halfway
Which puts us on a different highway
Alone feeling like we have just run away
Wanting to replay
All those wonderful memories of our yesterday
If you just would've understood all the love I conveyed
Then I wouldn't be walking away feeling betrayed
Instead of watching the sunset across the bay
Bad choices that ruin a perfect ballet
You just let the good times slip away
Making it feel like you have overstayed
Time to find a stronger airway
That leads to the right kind foreplay
A woman who lives up to what she portrays
Rather then stowaway on the wings of a friends heart
Knowing this would only break us apart
You knew I wanted love from the very start
Now I'm letting go as it's time to depart
I walk away with a dagger through my heart
Because the fire has gone all dark
I-Into
F-Flying,
Y-You
O-Obstruct
U-Undulating.
S-Selfish,
E-Evil,
E-Elf!
T-Try
H-Helping
E-Everyone!
R-Rudolph
E-Expressed
D-Dismay
O-Of
F-Fiend.
H-Harassment
I-In
S-Sky!
N-No
O-Obstruction,
S-Smeagol
E-Elf!
A-And
N-Now
D-Don’t
T-Test
H-Him!
E-Extra
W-Wide,
H-He’s
I-Irate,
T-Totally
E-Experienced
I-In
N-Naughtiness.
H-Harsh
I-Is
S-Santa!
E-Eagerly
Y-You
E-Earn
S-Soot -
G-Gift
E-Extended
T-To
O-Obstructors,
U-Under
T-Trust.
O-Openheartedly
F-Find
T-Treasure
H-Helping
E-Everyone.
W-Winter
A-Airway
Y-Yuletide.
12/3/2022
Christmas Acrostic
Sponsor: Bobby May
As I look at this empty Pew, I can't help but miss you
I thought of you in a special way, realizing you did not come here to stay
you took to heaven's airway.
Declaring a Hat at Rest.
Remembering and honoring you so well
you had to answer Heaven's Bell
You are the best of the best
The only reason your hat is at rest, I can attest
because you are resting safely in his arms.
Declaring a Hat at Rest.
The crown that you received from the Lord, has been next to your sword
This crown will be the best you have worn, it will never be outgrown
full of gold, diamonds, rubies, and jewels, my grief it has fueled
Enjoy your crown, you've past life test
Declaring a Hat at Rest.
Can't be with you now, but I will see you soon for death, I am not immune
You traded hats for crowns, smiles for frowns, and brims for wings
and so many other things
Declaring!!! Decreeing!!! a Hat at Rest.
It really looks like success is at hand
Sleep apnea is finally at bay
Guess I'm good for another few years
Hallelujah! Oh happy day
I'm waking up singing a happy refrain
Have an extra skip in my step
Thought I was done for, the jig was up
For my parting I started to prep
A new lease on life that's what they say
Feels like I'm ready to rumble
The way it was going, I really imagined
My life was starting to crumble
Modern research has found a treatment
A great new solution is at hand
A CPAP machine to enhance my breathing
Must say my future looks grand
Physically I've always been in tiptop shape
Except for some extra pounds
I don't expect miracles but so far so good
Like the way it's starting to sound
© Jack Ellison 2015
CPAP – Continuous Positive Airway Pressure
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVIII
IF you pull a long dopey face
The least one can in this case say
You don't belong to the eskimo race
Who lament the sun sunk in iced bay
Now if you pull that long limp face
Hoping someone will notice your dismay
Best not to peek through burka-nikah lace
Take the next flight out of tent on any airway
Yet if you keep pulling that long hangdog face
Ev'ry chance you'd be called upon to act in a play
For who knows how to imitate Droopy's face
Who has heard of a cartoon dog star on Broadway
If you pulled hard at that long hangdog face
Through wearisome rehearsals day after day
Fat chance you'll be nominated to play Scarface
No long-faced dogs allowed on stage in Broadway
So if you must pull that long hangdog face
Make certain the collar the leash does not betray
The long-buried wolf in the dog might surface
And actors feast on wolf sans ShutDown back pay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 9, 2019
Shorter than a candles curtsy, lower than its holders brim,
Half a glass holds no full measure
So ever seems the future dim.'
Dim before the light is gathered; from the folds & fields of dawn
Where no cockerel struts and swaggers,where no pillowed cloud is torn'
There the angels watch below them; man upon his prideful course
In The higher heights above them, sits the One upon his horse,
Bridled saddled shod and ready, waiting for the call to ride
Many mouths's commiting slander, buy and sell some tend to scorn.'
Lives of people sold and traded, slavery rife from west to east
Who will own to death and torture, can you see; mark of the beast?
Very large, the furnace growing 'consuming' all is its true course
False prophet finds the need/reasons; a certain tool its tour de force
Airway 'media', t v occult involvement, once its name was 'medium'
Elijah fought it many times, as on mt Carmel; in fire answer came to him'
Unrest
Another panic attack
Brain’s dial stuck on whack
Search for the balance
There is no turning back
Cannot affect my whole day
All the ways I convey
How I get lost in perception
Oh, how my thoughts stray
I seek inner harmony
Thoughts with grounded symmetry
Once I lose the uneasiness in my core
Time to use my grey matter amply aptly
Ah! Freedom from discord
Intensity does not always jump the fjord
If I remember to exhale
Myself in minutes, aboveboard
I have learned to live this way
Deep breathing inside my airway
Instability soon will feign
I embrace the color gray
Nothing is black or white
Independent creates the blight
Let us aspire to sway
Open minded souls of light
Sunshine Williams
Brittle pages, ideas tossed along the wayside.
Bay side bossoms, Beaches and Bette Midlers
F-rated winds. Ripped magazine articles littered through abandoned streets. Young minded men sneaking peaks from National Geographic physiques. African antiques, charcoal skin ~her eyes~ poignantly burning within, pot bellied babies, flies-kamikaze, blackness displayed in a circus parade, odd to see such darkness on a glossy page, the whiteness of their eyes resonates of a frequency making it viable for spirit to be one with the soil of this land. Drums, Balafons and shakers, the dirt from underneath dancing feet come alive with dust as if the images were conjoined to my heart before an ancestral ritual. Heart beats like a wildebeest crossing a crocodile infested river. Eyes and airway open, with this sacrifice I was hoping to atone for having ever been addicted to how my thoughts turn pornographic whenever night meets nudity, falsified words that bear so much truth, I undoubtedly touch myself until self is induced, blown through litter streets and gnashing teeth, I survive and come alive on the other side. Brittle pages with Bette Midler and Judy Garland advertisements. I dream of home. My story, lost within stuck pages.
Panic attack
Neurons are whack
Strive for balance
Infests my whole day
Each way I try to convey
Messages, communicate
My how neural pathways can stray
Left with a bottlenecked airway
I seek but body-chemical harmony
Thoughts, actions with symmetry
Gather grey matter
Take the unrest
Heave it over the railing
Crazy’s gone stale
And then I exhale
Sunshine Williams
' The way to heaven is within. Shake
the wings of love--when love's wings have become
strong, there's no need to trouble about
a ladder' -- Rumi
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Afloat on borderless curves of an airway,
tinges of iridescent flame drape my essence
in brush-stroked canvas from the purplish
hint of mid-autumn... its velvet outline
swirling along petals to gently unfold
their varnished ribs imbuing fragrant whiffs,
a melodic tune for rare dances of love's act…
Two four eight clicks spin into kindness
as wings circle ‘round my inner heaven
studded with light, glittering rivering
through the space of endless joy and warmth:
How my core lingers in this dimension
a need to reside with a calm spirit, magnanimous—
‘till my baby wails somewhere known
rousing this consciousness back to real-world;
that I…I, from this portal of introspection
must leave a while to settle my earthly deeds,
bake bread for my old neighbor, knock on
my heart-broken friend's door, and finally
embrace abiding repose, not now perhaps
but someway in His own blessed time.
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For Regina Riddle’s Heaven Contest
5/31/2020
Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to be higher the Reacher
Do not lose hope she said,For morrow
Strive hard and walk through every borough
Might you be, what I was, that today
Forget not,I fly with wings above the airway
What they call,she said,really doesn't matter
What you is what you become is the charter
Might you be an ugly,crawling,torny worm
Get in the cocoon,straight and still without a squirm
Don't be gloomy,she said,never mind the bully
They will brick you,stick you and make you feel silly
Might you be calm and hundred Buddhas to come out,
come out fly away with vibrant colors crying aloud,
And lastly she taught me this,
For my life to be an endless bliss,
You will receive nothing you want,
But you will receive everything you need,
Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to metamorph to change for better.