Best Awhirl Poems
Here's How It Is:
The atoms dance
While Space expands
Shoals of galaxies race away
Towards every point of no return
Spin and spin
Like Catherine Wheels
Firework flashes
Brilliantly blazing dazzling sparks
Against a night so deep it swallows thought
A trillion times a second,
Everywhere and Nowhere
Things are starting
Things are ending
Things are becoming
Thoughts are groping
In the spinning wheels and flashes
The sparks themselves are spinning
As are the sparks around those sparks
And so and so and so
Down again into the waiting atoms
Everything whirls
Because of this
There are worlds and worlds
Weaving themselves together.
Their billions of alien skies
Sliding over landscapes full of
Death and Life
Love and Hate
Fear and Hope
Beginnings and Endings -
Because of this
These lines are flowing.
A mind reads them,
Because of this
The whirling goes on
Out and Out
In and In
Dancing down to and up from the atoms -
All of it, all of it
Is happening RIGHT NOW
Has always been happening RIGHT NOW
Everything's awhirl, Snowflake:
So just go dance in the black Sacred Wind.
DANCE
!
'Cause that's How It Is.
revelation of revelations!
an ordinary morning til..
discovery of discoveries
brittle chrysalis
upside down, branching
breathing, pulsing
I pause and
inspect the
pupa’s fortress
tight and hard as
childhood memories of
milkweed pods
splaying, splitting, dropping
fragments into the
pungent soil beneath
My birth sac
splits apart
Baptismal waters
run down my legs
he’s going to be a
football player the
doctor predicts.
one last push
spills my babe
onto linen’s
glaring whiteness.
oops, he’s a she
and so beautiful.
A parallel universe
repeats, reflects, completes
an ever changing
life cycle
sunshine dries
black and orange panes
tiny filaments of gossamer
wings shimmer silky white
against the opaque sun
Dad’s car delivers
mom and babe home
their newborn squalls.
her tiny fingers
curl in a tight fist.
each digit is a
prayer bead
chanting its presence.
I gaze in amazement
my mind awhirl
wings and elbows,
antennae and toes
displace space now that
seconds before was
unknown. unclaimed.
When I think of you, my darling,
I am still that wide-eyed girl
Who held the whole world in her hands
As her heart was set awhirl.
With no thought nor intuition
Of how short a life can be,
We promised "Until by death we part"
With a sweet expectancy.
God gave us such a little time
To wrap up every dream.
The plans we made were not to be
All included in His scheme.
It's not my place to question God,
I knew from the very start,
But I cannot help but wonder why
Our world was torn apart.
You'll be the same, my darling boy
When we are allowed to meet,
But you won't find remembered girl
Who had made your life complete.
It has been another lifetime since
You had to leave me here.
My hair has grayed, my step has slowed,
My eyes are not so clear.
Yes, the years have surely changed me
Since the day we had to part.
To be sure you recognize me,
I'll be carrying my heart.
My grandmother came from Ireland
from far across the sea.
She had romantic tales to tell
to Sister and to me.
She angered my darling mother
by filling up our heads
with stories of the little folk
who lived beneath our beds.
She whispered us a secret that
our mama didn’t know.
She said that it would be better
if we would keep it so.
When she crossed the sea from Ireland,
she had a little lad.
He was already two years old
before she met Granddad.
She told Grandfather her story,
a selkie stole her heart.
He came as a handsome mortal
and fooled her from the start.
He loved her and then he left her,
was claimed back by the sea.
The only thing she had of him
was a wee lad to be.
She knew right from the start, her son
was borrowed fom the sea.
In time his tie to land would end
however long that be.
She watched him growing tall, with dread,
as handsome as his sire.
He wandered near or wandered far,
girls gathered to admire.
Before our eyes our grandma changed
and she became the girl
who long ago had loved a man
who set her heart awhirl.
He had deep eyes of darkest brown,
and unreal velvet skin.
He charmed her as no Irish lad
would know how to begin.
“Where is he then, our dear uncle?”
My sister and I cried.
“I guess the folks who knew him well,
would tell you that he died.
They saw him walking by the sea,
watching the tide come in.
Though we searched for many a day
he was not seen again.”
Now when I see the silky seals
on warm rocks in the sea
I fancy one is a selkie,
who looks a bit like me.
( I have read that male selkies are very handsome in their human form and have great seduction powers over mortal women. Poor grandma then was a young Irish lass, full of dreams and he was so handsome. In their true form they look very much like seals.)
I ordered a large pizza pie
What do you want on it asked guy
His question a pearl
Set my mind awhirl
A sexy young girl answered I
Wing footed winter’s dance is of grey skies,
bare branch silhouettes in silver gowns
dormant magic within icy poses
brilliant halls bedecked with frosted flowers.
Into the Grand Ballrooms of springtime
a sweep of pastel ball gowns - all awhirl
Fresh pirouettes that gleam with sparkling dew
To bring alive the dreaming garden songs.
Until the partners change at summer’s start
Now gowns sway green- as green as willow boughs
And all the maiden’s heads are strewn with flowers
While love renewed replaces all past cares
Then as the leaves turn slowly - red to brown
All regal shades of velvet now adorn
The dancers bow - the way of beauty flown
Their hearts have pledged a promise to return.
CONTEST NO 470,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Contest Judged: 7/25/2018 1:07:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
6th. Place
Published in PS It’s Poetry Available on Amazon.
Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.
A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado
Hither now come, anon recondite Azrael, neither protend
nor annex this throttled contretemps.
The antiphonal of the reaper's cavalier scythe
Shall now serenade.
Awhirl, like kerfs demarcated
Years, bollixed, muzzy and brattled
shall holus-bolus expire.
No retaliation to death's gloomy surcease
No ingenious riposte to the reaper's final cleave.
Bootless now to don the amulets,
squeeze the jujus,
Kiss the talismans,
clutch the periapts or
Attire in steely cataphract.
The serenading of the reaper's scythe,
it's efficacy shall blithely cleave.
Bedim mine eyes from life's assailing
Bedim mine eyes from life's poltroonery
Vocabulary: barghest-a goblin fabled to portend misfortune; monody-funeral song;
antiphonal-chant; protend-to protract in time/lengthen; riposte-n. in fencing, a quick
return/thrust; brattle-v.-to make rattling or clattering noises;
cavalier-supercillious/disdainful/haughty; muzzy-hazy; attaint-v. to condemn; rankle-to
give pain/nettle/gnaw; contretemps-untoward accident/hitch; throttle-v.to
choke/suffocate/strangle/stiffle; bollix-v.-to bungle or botch; holus-bolus-adv.-all at
once/altoghter; mithridate-antidote against poison; cataphract-suit of armor for the
whole body; poltroonery-n. cowardice; a capriccio-musical piece characterized by
improvisation; ettle-to intend/to prepare; campanile-free standing bell tower; kerf-a
groove or notch
Azrael-the angel that helps souls from living to enter the afterlife; recondite-not
easily understood/abstruce;
periapt-a charm worn to ward of evil; juju-object believed to contain magical powers;
contretemps-disruptive unforeseen event; protend-to hold out or stretch forth
Boris and Natasha's minds were awhirl
As the Russia probe facts did unfurl.
Let's end the confusion
There was no collusion
Was fake news of moose and of squirrel.
Gone were the days when the sky fell on the ground
It was on a sunny day
I remember, her voice strung out in my sensitivity
I rushed to her to know what brought out her worry
In her eyes, I saw the fire blazing
I picked up the necessary things and rushed her
To the hospital. Therein, I could hear the lion roaring
In the birthing room
My mind awhirl
She couldn't deliver the infant
She kept calling my name,
she wanted my presence in the birthing room
The doctor called me in and upon entering, my heart
fell on the floor
I rubbed my eyes twice to know if hell that I saw was
an illusion
I thought of the world coming to an end
My legs trembled upon the floor
I teetered toward the rear
They knew that I couldn't bear
and sent me out immediately.
I didn't even know what to do, should I stand or sit
Because I was lost in the elusive world of my
thoughts
I used my mind to pray
The doctor called me in a few minute after and told
me she can't
Deliver unless they do surgery
I did all they told me to do, I tried to cry, but my well
was dry
A few minute after, the doctor called me back in,
What did he want to say...
Did she die or what?
I mumbled
Congratulations sir, your wife delivered the baby
without any surgery carry out.
7/31/15
For SKAT contest epic only.
You wake up one morning,
And what to your surprise?
You look down at the package,
Seems like it shrank in size!
You order this new product,
What else are you to do?
It's guaranteed to give you growth,
Perhaps an inch or two!
Pop a pill twice daily,
Results you'll see in weeks;
Rapid manhood is what you crave,
Virility's what you seek
You grab yourself a handful,
Enough to fill a cup;
With a tall glass of water,
They're downed in one big gulp
You feel a weird sensation,
At least for a moment or two;
What once resembled a weiner,
Looks more like a raw cashew!
You run around in circles,
Your brain's all awhirl;
The entire block's awakened,
You're screaming like a girl!
Gentlemen, pay attention!
You don't have to be a steer;
Listen very carefully,
These words I hope you'll hear...
If you wanna please your woman,
It ain't the size of your part;
Love's not given in inches,
Love's given from the heart
I should'a read the fine print
when into the hairdresser's I did go
no guarantee that the shade or tint
won't end up indigo
I looked like a parrot
all they said was with a laugh
better than looking like a carrot
asked if I wanted to buy a scarf
I should'a read the fine print
after I hit her with my shoe
when they called the police
asking what caused the to-do
said I wasn't supposed to look like parrot
a golden blonde was what I wanted
you should'a read the fine print
is what the policeman quoted.
I am sitting in a cell my mind is awhirl
I look like a blue parrot in a cage
first person who says what a pretty girl
will be the victim of my rage.
Penned 12/4/2016
When two people so choose
To join as one
The primary requirement is
Decide to love the beloved.
Then, as happens in love
Two become one in all things
Exclusive, self giving
especially sexually.
And in so doing
The love grows in togetherness
Open to children, raising them
A reward of their uniting.
But what now if the love fails?
Turns one sided and falters?
And the critical departure is decided?
To look for someone else?
And if it happens that the search ends
Upon someone willing and able.
To meet the need of the orher.
And join in erotic bliss?
The happiness newly found thrills
Brings warmth and excitement
Sends the heart a racing
Mind awhirl, body aquiver.
Deeper, wider, bolder, reckless
Necessity drives further coupling.
Drawn by the need for happiness.
Affirmation, complimentarity, libidinous.
But this new joining is filled with tension
Since the love struggles to grow.
And growing is strained.
For living together is amiss.
So the need to be closer
To grow together and love deeper
And go on up to the next level.
Of uniting even with childbirth.
The missing component is the limit
Of a love so good, so true
Bound to the beloved
Struggling to grow with the other.
A critical juncture is met
To continue with the limited but true
Or let go and return to the old
Loveless, drab, lonesome.
However, to let go is to die
And is not the way to go
It is far better to live with the limits
Than to die in the unlimited prison
Of knowing one could have loved deeply
But did not.
Inner Whispers
Upon this floor I sit,
huggin' the porcelain bowl;
My stomach's tied in knots,
Feels like I'm gonna blow!
I should'a used my head,
why didn't I ever think?
Instead I hung around,
to have another drink!
One led to another,
another led to more;
Next thing y'know
I was drownin' on the floor!
My buddy was a savior,
he drove me to my home;
Pickled down in agony,
I find myself alone!
My mouth's a watery mess,
the bathroom's in a spin;
Sweat pours from my brow,
right to my pointy chin!
Dear God, can you help me?!
I was such a fool;
Can you pull me through this?
please tell me what to do!
For some apparent reason,
God fails to show;
Now I'm on my own,
just thought I let you know!
Uh oh!!...Here it comes!!
Damn, that really hurt!!
I missed the bowl completely,
an' it's rollin' down my shirt!!
My head's all awhirl,
I'm passed out on my back;
What started out as dim,
is now completely black!
I wake up in the morning,
in a cramped lil' space;
Something wet and slobbery
just swept across my face!
Boy, don't I feel stupid,
like a caged lil' mouse;
Someone dragged me from our bathroom
and shoved me in the doghouse!!
LOVE LAMENT
Robert Welch
2015
She came into my life one day,
A ray of golden sun.
Coal black hair and sparkling eyes,
I knew she was the one.
I wanted her to be my own,
To be my steady girl.
Her pretty smile, a gentle laugh,
She set my heart awhirl.
We shared our days of fun and joy;
I loved to be with her.
We dreamed of days still yet to come
And walk thru life together.
But time has ways of changing things,
And knowing we can’t see.
Each will take a separate path
For ours was not to be.
Now we live our lives apart,
With someone else to love.
But in our hearts we both do know
Each other we dream of.
"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.
Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.
Words, numerously luxuriate on holey
Crimpled sheets.
Words astonishing and boon
Words effulgent and true
To arrange? No. Avast!
Now pondering in this hushed room
Gazing athwart still and attent.
Ahoy to the words!
An august phrase for rent.
Words awhirl or bedizended
Words behooved and apt
Words echt and moiling
Aye, perhaps diamonds of fact.
Five fingers hover over print in black
Print regaled and caressed by an
Amorous attack