Best Blear Poems
Watts gnu
Asked Sou
Knot much
Said Dutch
Ewe're late
Four date
Takes walk
Small talk
Tries hug
Slugs mug
Steels kiss
Near miss
Street car
Two bar
Byes bier
Ayes blear
Holds hand
Grate band
Lets dance
Know chance
Yew're drunk
Yew punk
He heaves
She leaves
Head tossed
Git lost
Sou miffed
Left swift
Ewe're tight
Good nite
Beer Head
Can't drive my brain into gear
my thinking right now is not truly clear,
a headache may come is what I do fear
I should not of drank all that beer.
My body and eyes all a blear
to many I drank to toast a cheer,
clinking my booze to whoever was near
to each and everyone - an equal peer.
Dance moves controlled by my beer puppeteer,
my feet stomps the floor like a ready charged deer,
shout singing the songs - not a cool look they sneer,
wrong words song sung sang, heard in the jeer.
My voice is hoarse an a ringing left ear
only to realise in my right I cannot hear,
panic sets in falling awkwardly on my rear
only to flatten my new expensive headgear.
Broken remains took me to save for a year,
self-pity pours in - I even shed a tear,
sober I stay and will do adhere
if not, beer just may ruin my career.
31.08.20
A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
for slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sightless sea
far beyond the shore and shingle,
lost fog horns are lowing deep
like colicky cattle.
Later, misty reeks will be scoured
from groggy docks.
Hauling hands will rope together
tide-tossed tubs,
then tired feet trudge to taprooms
where the brackish parts
of codgers and young alike
can be oiled and quenched.
Dreams tend to lilt
Today they’re here
‘morrow they’re killed
I’ve seen some wilt
Despite a tear
Dreams tend to lilt
If they are built
But not kept near
‘morrow they’re killed
They can be spilt
With just a jeer
Dreams tend to lilt
But have no guilt
Nor feel the drear
‘morrow they’re killed
A dream can tilt
A dream can blear
Dreams tend to lilt
‘morrow they’re killed
Wish to be like the trees;
Only to feel the breeze
And to taste the dewdrops on my leaves.
Wish to see the sky over me
And to feel that there is nothing out of reach
Wish to feel the waves of the sea
Hitting me on the beach.
To my surprise, when woods I pass
I saw a deer running from the mass,
I hate the scene of the hunter coming,
I hate to see her running and running.
But the bravery appeared
When-with her antlers-she beard
But my legs couldn't stand
Watching her bleed on land.
I thought it is done
That she will never see the sun.
A fantasy I ruminate!
She stood again and I meditate.
She was wounded I can deem
But- with her agile body- she redeem'd
Then..I wish my heart was the deer
That could be hurt but without blear
That could be wounded but stand on his knees,
And never fall apart because any of these
I wish my heart was brave;
To face his scars with faith.
Then my deer will be strong
To brood fears all day long.
Question persists in the back of my head,
What do I see when through windows I look?
I see the nature, its hilltops, a brook,
Glideth like snake to horizon ahead.
I see the people, old fisherman’s face,
Girl is so joyful to hop there and run,
Hair is of hers into ponytail done,
While she delights in her butterfly chase.
I see the weather that's whistling its way,
Rays are such artists, so skilful when paint,
Hills with the colours and shadows which faint,
Playing the flute to this vivid display.
I see the lines of a silhouette blear,
That over view and its wonderful theme,
Hover in front or perhaps in the rear,
In such a way that the girl, hills and stream,
Which are so joyful and so full of cheer,
Only as subtile reflection mine seem.
Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me
My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze
Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete and constant gaze
Gaze from adrift to assured, from timid to fuss-free
Where her long-winded Hebe falls upon my sensuous serendipity
My short-winded romance catches upon her contagious catholicity
Through and o'er million-mile-long cascade of rains
Romance-woven, rose-waved, rushing curtain after curtain
My gaze meets the Grace of Venus' veins
Venus' veins from blear to clear, from confused to certain
Splicing and brightening each inspiring spot
Along each dimensionality of the whole universe
So perfectly the vast vivacity fits into my sensorial slot
That my everything rhymes and roils with its magnificent verse
Far and wide anacampserote describes
Far and wide rosy tides arise
From the perigee of my sights to the aphelion of her skies
From the margin of my mind to the adytum of her vibes
Harking back to earlier path strewn with romances of royal grith
Hearkening forward to future favors featuring our millennial myth
Reachable osculation, ne'er has remote oneirism so uncannily overlapped
Raying reality, ne'er has rainy romance so snugly wrapped.
visions of atmosphere
scattered illuminate
faintly lid, the world is blear
the latitude of nighttime sky
flaunts itself on a silhouette pier
evening gives up to nautical dusk
sightings of air on skin are brusk
still there’s a residue
of eerie mystic hue
covering wet rocks
lighthouses through and through
deserted cityscapes
queues of sea mews
moments of magic
making the time subdue
moments of faraway
mists tinged gold and blue
Where The Heather Grows
How grows the heather in the moor
Does it still bloom as days of yore
When baited breath transfixed the lore
Of pixies, love, and beer
Where grouse went courting in the loam
In heathered rocks...a purple home
Of safety and part metronome
As dogs and beaters near
To hunt a brace of grouse...or two
Or coax a pixie into view
Or drink some heather beer...fresh brew
And walk beyond all blear
I long to see those purpled frills
Of Scotland's heathered moorland hills
To breathe that fragrant wind that chills...
Oh! Heart hold back your tear.
2.25.2017©deborah burch
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Happy heathy life is wished for you this year
Helping hearts to wipe every tear
Happenstance happenings that herald cheer
Heart warming hopeful events to make covid disappear
High-spirited hilarious friends always near
Hale and hearty body, end of all despair
Harmonious relationships heralding heaps of love so dear
Healing, humane people, holidays hugs and everything that makes miseries blear
Heart felt Merry Christmas and Happy New year to all my friends here.
Date: 12/21/2020
Christmas lights on every window i walk past!
wipe a tear off my eye as the cold breeze blows me dust!
walking with no destination in this silent night!
a couple walk by,hand in hand,while i listen to save tonight!
'lord i wish it wasn't so...
'so far from my family,my gal n my bro!
i stare at the ocean in motion!
waves hit the rocks composing a melody for me saying:'it shall pass...pass!
this loneliness wont last...last'
so i smile a little!
wish my heart was brittle,
so i could shatter it to pieces and break down into tears!
cos its been many years since i last cried!
i hope my eyes blear so when i open em,she'l be ere by my side!
--------
S. Nuno Pereira
nun3ca©
Maquillage Civilization
Come ! Quick ! Quick !
Cover up the tracks !
That lead to my doom
Even the lynx watches blear-eyed the bald-eagle
badgering badgers waddling down slithering marshes
Curling wisps of mists torn shreds of time
hug low down by dripping pines
And I wonder at the long lost lines of pre-Stone Age Cave Men
who have long preceded my own
Come! Quick! Quick!
Cover up the tracks!
Am I the Cloned Monster of my dreams!
Fierce thoughts warp my mind on wild backs
And make my hand shake through weird themes
Say, how many eons ago
Did this entrenched sea-begetter of mine
Binding metallic force on madraged muscled ego
Take shape to terrorize the brine
How many the magmatic engines hide under my gnarled hide
I hear them growl and grind in my bowels
Fizzing comets drill through memory-compressed neurons
And foist the thoughts boil-caged in my veins
Who are the unkempt ogling and babbling baboons
Prising libidos through rousing neck-biting sex-twined clashes
through gaping maw
Come streamlined in a many-laundered thing
The downward civilizing trek
The paint on the wall
held firm by the poisoning lead
Come! Quick! Quick!
Cover up the tracks!
Nothing changes like Change!
The Monster who lurks under the skin
Is still the Master of my whims!
Come! Quick! Quick!
Cover up the ….
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Walking on my own
The future unknown
Where do I go now?
I wish it was shown...
Thinking figurine
My future unseen
Which door will open?
Stranded in between...
Unsettled ambler
The future a blur
When will dreams come true?
No one can augur...
Confused and crazy
The future hazy
What will happen next?
Life can be mazy...
Corridors all blear
The future unclear
Who will walk with me?
I wish you were here...
Pathways untrodden
The future hidden
How long must I wait?
I'm still uncertain...
11/20/17
Contest: Empty Your Soul With Words
Sponsor: Broken Wings
To Henry David Thoreau
The night
Doesn’t have to speak
The room turned cold
Egotistic macabre
An aeon
Sequestered and
Being lonely on the bed
Shivery
Agitated nightmarish
Repulsive grim from a clock
That eyed a mascaron cheek
In the wall
Living in an errand not your country
Staring
The far distance
and the space of the eye through
Unbearable
Silence
The miles off star
Whose red light blear and blurry
Pause in reverie
Metaphorical air
And endless nudge of solitude
Stuttered
Wind peeked
Sidled
Fluttering between small crack
Down the door
Slithered
And traveled at mattress
Crept at the curtain
Drew near
And it leave hastily.
snowflakes fall silent
parents run ragged in hush
children sleep on edge
bells chime come stroke of midnight
three hours past ~ presents wake up
# Happy Christmas to all #
By
David kavanagh