Best Blower Poems

MIND BLOWER –
JOURNAL XIII

Dreams can be weird
     crazy. True.
But a totally
senseless dream can
disorient you,
Befuddle your first
waking minutes.
Like, this wildness
has lasted so long
into sleep
As to literally
infect the waking
awareness.
One must now
examine, carefully,
one’s daily
      routine to
regain sanity. 

Brushing teeth...

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I am in my school building, listening the blower of the furnace, there is no other sound.
Except the clicking of my typewriter keys ; for a second I am surprised I am the first person here.
Then I remember that most of the others have professional...

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There is thick cloud of gloom all around
With no gleam of hope anywhere found
Things are not what they outwardly seem
Loose not faith; be a whistle-blower bold.

The situation surely seems insurmountable
Scaring away a few good people; sensible
The evil in the society is absolutely horrible
Loose not hope;...

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A profound page in simple poise:
Wise up to truth when conscience pumps,
Heed centre stage the trust you voice;
In-sync with proof that foul now dumps,
Sense in the hurl of just pitch here;
Travel the road where healing comes,
Lest corrupt swirls slash cause for cheer;
Eject the load where...

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serendipity

of poet

blizzard of    fa ll e n    leaves


11/28/2017...

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While on tree became a grower;
Seemed to be slower and slower,
And a big pain;
Constant strain;
In middle found a whistle blower.

Do remember when on me dawned,
Trump appeared to be far beyond,
We believe;
Pity receive;
All our thoughts he did abscond.

So all of my poems how is this?
And object...

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Glaze the glass and blow
liquid luster, lava flow
Twirl the oven, hallucinate
Clink the cooling 'till it breaks
Make it cobalt, gold flecked muse
Shallow breath to counter fuse
Hollow bubble on sweating metal
Sting of lungs by the great glass nettle
The end is a bauble to be bought by the...

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The Trumpet Blower
The seat pushed higher never lower
Always trying to trump
Swaying  the gloating rump

July 27, 2018
CLERIHEW CONTEST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: The Name Forsakes Me...

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An Inupiat "slow-grower"
Believed he could sink no lower
When an icicle rose
On the tip of his nose
He won "Number 1 Snow Blower"

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A cold polar bear did stutter
And folk thought he was a nutter
But God loved him a bunch
And dropped off his...

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Afternoon autumn
Our neighborhood goes crazy
Like living in a dentist’s office

Drilling sucking blowing
Whining wincing scraping

Gurgle

My head tilted back
With a book on my chest
Mouth wide open
Staring into the glare of the final high sun....

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My name should be Lucille.
I am that squeaky wheel.
If some things wrong I'll weigh it.
I'm not afraid to say it.
Some may not want to know her.
She's been a whistle blower.
I'm not a quiet bird.
My voice is always heard.
I'll never give you peace, so
just give me...

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