Best Blowers Poems
Flapping in the wind
A sign hangs near the front door
"LEAF BLOWERS ON SALE"
Categories:
blowers, sea, seasons
Form:
Haiku
Corporate Greed
Corporate greed has turn the tides
White collar thieves are on the rise.
Bail out pleas for companies on their knees,
economic meltdowns caused by Ponzi schemes .
Investors now in total confusion, after realizing
they'd chased riches illusions.
Mortgage collapse, first blamed on the poor,
lies and greed perpetrated by corporate whores,
constantly scamming for more and more.
Financial calamity, brought on by greedy insanity
banks running on blanks.
whistle-blowers got frank,
sophisticated criminals jetting off with pals ,
at times treating hard-working employees less than
their animals.
Off to prison they should all go , just like anyone else
that steal that much dough.
Corporate greed is on the rise , check your investments
and be wise.
Categories:
blowers, usa,
Form:
ABC
I look outside and see the snow
running from the clouds
and even though it’s hitting the
pavement at top speed, it lands ever
so gently and silently.
This phenomenon amazes me
every time it snows, which by the way
may or may not be very often where I live
but it does happen every year.
It really is quite beautiful to look at
when it covers everything like a beautiful
white fluffy blanket. My eyes wrinkle
at their sides as I smile at the beauty
of earths white crown. Children’s voices
ring with laughter playing in the soft
newly created playground and snow blowers
start their engines with a loud roar.
Also this happens every year.
I sit here in my warm cosy living room
with my fireplace burning, enjoying the
warmth inside and the beauty outside,
until nature calls my dog to come check her out.
I open the door and the cold air slaps me to reality,
and those green eyes of mine turn greener as
I think of my neighbors south of the boarder
who are still walking around with shorts on,
and despite the cold my envy burns every year.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.17.2014
Contest: The Green Eyed Monster
Categories:
blowers, cool, jealousy, snow, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Something I wrote for a lady who lost her life to big Cancer last
I loathe the sound of modern life
Man made machine, electric knife
Chainsaw that rip through old oak bough
It seems so inhumane, somehow
Bring me peace, tranquillity
The robins chirp, the creek of tree
Buzz of bee, or croak of toad
Maybe I am getting old
Not for me the the whirl of drill
But breeze of wind and air of still
Or laugh of child at fun and play
Is all I ask upon this day
Not for me, leaf blowers blowing
Nor noisy trucks coming and going
More birds that sing in harmony
That's the type of sound for me
I say goodbye, I say farewell
A white cloud for my carousel
And on the wind away I sail
My quest to find my holy grail
Shed no tear, nor hold no breath
For I am not afraid of death
All I ask from you and he
Is peace and quiet and dignity
Categories:
blowers, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
I Hate Home Depot!
I hate Home Depot!
Just the sight of that
orange and white sign
makes my stomach turn.
However I know every
square inch of that store,
I’ve spent
thousands of hours there
as a paying customer.
I know what all is in the
garden section for all of the seasons.
I know where to go to find the
nuts, screws, nails and bolts. I can guide you
through the wallpaper and
the paint section.
I’ve bought sheets of plywood, lots of pcv pipe,
dozens of American Standard toilets,
ceiling fans, light fixtures, HVAC systems,
generators, even a riding lawn mower.
I’ve bought paint and waited to have it
mixed properly. I’ve rented
and driven dozens of their trucks before.
I’ve bought power drills, leaf blowers
screwdrivers, hammers, cabinets,
patio furniture, a refrigerator, an oven,
and an air conditioner.
I’ve even rented a carpet cleaner too!
But I could care less, if I ever step foot
in a Home Depot ever again. All of my hours
clocked in that store went to the benefit
of my ex.
He was the one that financially,
emotionally and personally
gained from my presence in
Home Depot.
So what was the point of me acquiring
all of that knowledge that didn’t benefit
me at all then and probably won’t benefit
me ever again?
It seems like such as waste of my time
and energy now.
Believe me when I say
I would rather watch paint dry than
go to Home Depot, I mean ever word
of that statement!
One summer I practically read all of
War and Peace in the orange and
white store from Hell!
But I can show you how to repair a large hole
in a piece of sheetrock. I know how to
paint the inside and the outside of a house.
I know how to install travertine in a house,
slanted and straight.
I have installed granite countertops,
hardware for a sink and the basin too.
Many other home improvement projects
I learned there.
What a fool I was!
Oh well, that’s life.
Who knows maybe
someday I’ll use some
of that knowledge that I
hated every minute learning!
Categories:
blowers, angst, parodyhome, hate, home,
Form:
Free verse
Tor, the free software enabling anonymous communication,
if you want to hide from network surveillance, traffic analysis, or identity verification. Instant messaging, online forums, or the darkest deepest post,
personal privacy and freedoms ambiguity are obscured by anonymous host.
Technical and legal questions surrounds Internet anonymity,
encryption, hidden services, international crime fighting abilities.
The history of onion routing and the ability to anonymize,
dates back to mathematicians and computer scientists’ theorizing.
Criminal enterprises, law enforcement, and hacktivism groups,
are involved in the primordial anonymous soup.
But being invisible on Tor is not guaranteed,
something journalist, human rights workers, and whistle blowers need.
If you remember SilkRoad then you know the police is dominant,
they monitor bank fraud, money laundering and illegal sexual content.
Tor aims to conceal the identity for the ordinary person,
but of course it has been used for violent cohersions.
Categories:
blowers, graduation, scary, social, spoken
Form:
Lyric
A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets
Snow on the ground
Hot chocolate to be made
Another Winter’s day
Sun coming over the horizon
Birds singing at dawn’s first light
Green grass dusted with morning dew
Mowers mowing
Flowers blooming
Warm rain hitting the streets
Another Spring day
Schools out kids at home
Swimming pools swarming
Air-conditioners humming
Backyard barbecues
Hot sleepless nights
Fireflies flying
Another Summer day
Leaves changing colors
Back to school night
Leaf blowers
A new brisk chill to the air
Apple cider to keep warm
Halloween
Another Autumn day
Categories:
blowers, seasons, autumn,
Form:
A dignified statesman,
A deified ‘Godman,’
A glorified star (of films or sports)
All tumble—
After a Starr report
Or an HIV test
Or a dope test.
Or maybe a Watergate
Or a Coalgate.
Media reports or media hype?
Whistle blowers
On whistle blowers—ad infinitum.
God and my God are antithetical?
Is rape the norm—
Where Rama and Sita are worshipped?
Whatever your belief,
Call it Postmodern Era
Or Kali Yuga
Or what you will,
Will entropy be the norm?
— Ram., R. V.
Categories:
blowers, wisdom,
Form:
Lyric
I am scrolling down hill,
folding the pills,
elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze,
I am a song to be played-
earlier than you might say
in the day,
when hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed,
but you are a spade,
to be wondered and craved,
you are your own way,
with the sing of the slave-
underground-
above the haze,
glazed with the betrayed,
honed in on like waves,
so stubborn your gay-
holding on to the page!
Don't you walk that way!
Troubled little weaver-
always weavin' in and out of the days,
with your face,
and two others that may show you the way.
So...Whenever there is game,
whenever you are just being insane,
two others can ring your ping-
scratch at your lawn,
ease your bickering fawn,
who is ages old-
cranky and yet cold,
shines like the rivers of silver soles,
wasted and bold.
...Blanketing and broad like the system of the slots,
put in a coin so you can jog-
with your eye's,
and with your pogs,
fall to the floor,
while dude ranchers await cry's out the doors,
become single and slower,
dangerous like snow blowers,
manned by cats
with fake joints hangin' in their lips crowin,'
as they are growin,' croppin,'
and sowing,
the stage is set to start goin,'
but you stay all knowin'-
with the people out there- asses a blowin'!
Like the sound of the tick was that on it-
like the leaper out of time was so subordinate,
you know you could have grabbed mine,
you know about other ways to shine,
but still you sit and grind-
sleep and unwind,
base your catches on other famous people's finds...
I don't confide,
I really don't try,
I just hear god and ask about the water in the sky,
why doesn't it come down on African pride?
When they need it most?
When we know 911 proved evil the most...
But sit here and boast
and you'll hear gods jokes-
he's got what a man needs,
he's got you underneath a sheet,
so don't breathe!
Just start running,
got the mustard?
Pray for a plead,
because random people leave
while friends try and greet,
an acre of land with animals and plants couldn't please,
even if they spoke the language, and cured the disease,
sorry if I sound meek-
but pride comes when I'm done writing these...
Categories:
blowers, anti bullying, baptism, fate,
Form:
Verse
Americans, Algerians, Australian aborigines,
Corrupt leaders of the world involved in illegal activities.
Bloodthirsty bullies brazenly bombing bystanders,
Militaries full of corrupt army commanders.
Charities for children, carers in communities,
Third world countries deprived of equal opportunities.
Doctors, dentists, drugs, disability and depression,
An angry generation full of negative aggression.
Evil egotistic eejits entering elections,
Profiteering politicians with the right connections.
Foul mouthed fools fighting over fossil fuels,
Crooked government clowns creating their own rules.
Greedy gangs gambling, goons glamorising globalisation,
A sad and unfair planet, full of frustration.
History of horrific holocausts, hate crimes, hard times,
Skull and bones, secret societies, illuminati hand signs.
Isolation, intimidation, immigration, inaccurate information,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki still suffer from radiation.
Judge and jury, jam-packed jail cells,
Relentless rebels not doing it for the medals.
Kalashnikov culture, killers keep killing,
The reality of climate change is extremely chilling.
Lame loud mouthed liars living in luxury,
Corrupt politicians should be in custody.
Microchips, machine guns, military madness in the Middle East,
The rich get richer while homelessness continues to increase.
NASA, NATO, new world order, negative nonsense,
Celebrating Columbus Day, do they have any conscience?
Outrageous organisations occupying oil fields,
Double dealing leaders involved in shady deals.
Pitiful pessimists publishing pointless propaganda,
While aids and malaria increases in Uganda.
Quality over quantity or quantity over quality,
An overused phrase that’s used too commonly.
Radicals rallying, ready for revolution,
Air, water, soil and radioactive pollution.
Sick, sadistic sinners selfishly selling slaves,
Fredrick Douglass must be turning in his grave.
Terrible terrorists taking over territories,
Religious beliefs still creating enemies.
Unconscious unkind useless United Nations,
CNN plus Fox News equals bias news stations.
Various victims viciously victimised,
Deadly missiles falling from the skies.
Wars, weapons, whistles blowers on the World Wide Web,
While others sell their souls just to become a celeb.
Categories:
blowers, planet, political, pollution, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
Peaceful planet is no more
Chaos created by lovers of power, greed & war
Depopulation is the elitist's plan
Brutal monsters disguised as man
Society has been dumbed down
Through education , propaganda & TV
Law officers have lost their authority
As lunatics rule protected from persecution for deeds of insanity
Vicious convicts receive light sentences
While their victim's reputations are destroyed
Illegal immigrants are given jobs and housing
While our vets go homeless and unemployed
Whistle Blowers are targeted and the evil-doers murder some
Aided by their puppets for a large amount of mon'
Pedophiles rings are organized in all branches of society
Shielded by The One World Order with hearts full of vulgarity
Food, water & air are poisoned to decrease the populace
And you ask me why I'm angry
You tell me stop the fuss
Hell is on the fast track engaged in demonic activity
As those in power keep the sheep distracted from truth & reality
Prison Planet is not a myth
Not at all just in my head
And if we don't take a stand soon
To Fema Camps we will be led
Reflections by Joan May Donnelly Ellis AUG. 22 2014
Categories:
blowers, america, anger, betrayal, corruption,
Form:
Verse
fallen leaves peacock
their joseph coat carpet
over the earth’s floor
as gusty winds blow
nature’s shades
of flora gold dust
across the panoramic
beauty disturbed
by the juxtaposed ugliness
of the sounds
of mechanical blowers
slicing through the air
like yelling bombs
falling—disturbing life’s
tranquil peace
in distant lands where
children folic in fallen leaves.
Categories:
blowers, allegory, analogy, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Crazy but immune-
two ships pull into the dew,
sea houses bloom,
whistle blowers loom,
the California coast at noon-
the lake is inland with you,
...to run up a muck
take the mood,
teeter totter-
walk on blotter,
teeter totter-
be gone in a slaughter,
in time we learn about powers-
giving soup to the sick,
playing cartoons-
remembering rather than playing picks-
remembering the eclipse,
that look on the lips,
focusing on focusing in,
because on TV they will never miss-
and fine print is never too crisp,
the soup gets cold when you don't appreciate a kiss,
and danger is never in remiss,
so don't drift-
just find the fist.
Categories:
blowers, care, caregiving, city, cry,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the building of the W.A.C. Bennett Dam. “This Was Our Valley” tells that story of injustice. 640 square miles of riverfront and hunting territory would be flooded to form Williston Lake. The Sekanni peoples were driven from their ancestral homeland in northeastern British Columbia, Canada and dispersed.
The Shopping Cart Injustice
People, place and spirit
All were our relations
Biopeds, quadrupeds, winged or finned -
River language told us so.
Fishing rocks spoke the run
Where the riffles and the rapids talked.
Ancestors, dead and alive, told living stories where
Running the river banks, the children played.
The land was a book written in forms.
We made our mark with love, community
Fishing weirs, aspen dugout canoes,
Hunting trails, camps and sacred sites.
Always traders, we traded furs with
White settlers when they arrived
On the rivers Parsnip, Finlay and Peace at
Finlay Forks, Fort Grahame, Fort McLeod.
We added pack trains, teams of pack horses
River freighters, flat bottom ‘longboats’
For supplies and for mail delivery.
It seemed that we could live together.
Then one day a government agent said
That shopping carts were coming
They would flood our world
Water rising everywhere
Shopping carts with electric can openers
Full, fast to check out,
Shopping carts with electric hair blowers,
Full, faster to check out,
Shopping carts with electric air conditioners,
Full, fastest to check out
Shopping carts with electric stoves.
Check out, check out, check out.
They would make our rivers into a lake
We would move or drown.
Our elders did not believe it.
That was the only consultations!
Soon Saskatoon berries all under water
Next, the banks sloughed back to graveyards
Next, cliffs crumbled, and banks fell into rising lake
Houses of the villages slipped and floated
Coffins, bones and bodies strewed the shore
Where tangled trees, debris and more
Eddied with flotsam in the wind.
We wept for our ancestors!
We weep for our children.
We had to flee the destruction
Caused by tree grinders, D-9 bull dozers
The dam construction.
Now they want to take more
Another dam for more shopping carts.
Please stop Site ‘C’.
Categories:
blowers, environment, history,
Form:
Free verse
“Santa Fe”
Santa Fe, Santa Fe,
Oh Santa Fe,
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Where mountain peaks
Are bathed in gold.
Where artists and seekers
Come to unfold.
Where natives live in ages past
Stair step terra-cotta
Rise on desert floors.
Where artists come to paint and play
Calling all to Santa Fe
Dream maker’s dreams
Come true in the
Travertine
Aisles of Canyon Road.
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Zuni, Navajo and Hopi jewels
Laid out on woven throws.
Travelers come to barter
For jewels upon their wrists.
Sculptors, painters and weavers
Silversmiths, potters and glass blowers
Excite the spirits hidden deep
Within your soul.
The joy of beauty unfolds.
Galleries upon Galleries;
Artistic nudes,
Golden sunsets and landscapes.
Glimpses through storefront glass
Play on your senses.
The sun shines bright in Santa Fe.
Boxes carved in walls
Deliver stories from the past.
Colored doors tell tales of lives within.
Many an O’Keeffe have come and gone
Yet they linger in the spirits
And walls of Santa Fe.
No other place inspires
Like Santa Fe.
I dream of her
Whenever I’m blue.
Take me back to Santa Fe;
Paint a picture on my soul.
You wake up my senses
You beautify my soul
You heal my sorrows
You bring joy to my life
When I die let it be in Santa Fe
There is no better place
To lay your bones
Than dear old Santa Fe.
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Lon 9/24/2021
Categories:
blowers, adventure, art, beautiful, city,
Form:
Free verse