Best Blown Away Poems
~ birth, breadth to last breath
he savored ...
'til ash on the breeze ~
* A reminder to treasure every moment *
( This did NOT place in the the "Magicicada 13 Words To Live By" Poetry Contest )
They decry their gun birthright
is to defend their home,
protect what they own
A government tank might come rolling
down the road one day
New Roman centurions coming to take
their beloved metal sons away
Give unto Caesar the lobby coins,
and he will let you keep your guns
Ask for the AR-15 exemption too ...
get a death certificate of ownership for you
Have in your treasured collection,
the most coveted item
that can blow dreams away
Possess the wizard of war wand ...
keep it on concealed Oz display
What lies behind the magazine veil
will blow your citizen reticence away
AR-15 lying wonder:
Killing machine putting souls
six-feet under
It’s your American gun birthright
to have death by metal proxy
at your trigger side
Bumstocks and sawed-off barrels,
high-velocity bullets: metal projectile arrows
Second Amendment voice tools,
get pleasure in bringing the pain,
speaking with First Amendment lead liberty
Shoot first and ask questions later ...
The law of trigger-nometry rules:
the barrel with the loudest bang,
has the highest caliber free speech authority
Gun birthright zealous voices
speaking with hot impassioned impunity
Shoot first and ask questions later ...
AR-15 making serial killing noises,
silencing crowds with political immunity,
automatically blowing dreams away
Talk to the trigger hand they say: Shoot first,
and ask questions later on another day
A summer breeze blew love their way
With sweet caresses their passion grew
Eventide brought lavender skies, as waves
kissed expectant shores, sunset
painted brilliant hues
In silhouettes they strolled along
As they watched the moon arise
Soon they paused to share a kiss
summer love 'neath moonlit skies
autumn plucked the leaves
from summer's grasp, and summer
love was blown away
love's brief season in the sun
sails away on autumn winds
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8/17/16
Contest Name: It Takes Four
Sponsor: Broken Wings
I’ve been working on this poem
it’s called (Blown Away)
Don’t worry, there’s no bullets
just some points to be made
I can write it with an arrow
from an old weathervane
dip the tip in lead
and be on my way
with a heavy sway
I’ve been feeling kinda dizzy
but can’t explain
how I keep going south
into a hurricane
Double-barrel primed
I’m ready to blow
blinded by flashes
This can go anyway
who gets to say?
I’ve been crossing minefields
on a pair of stilts
The wind’s at my back
my trousers make sails
I’m falling to bits
spinal tissue exposed
my ribs come detached
But the outlook’s okay
I had spare ones today
I’ve been throwing paper planes
on the rehab lawn
They’re below Mach speed
and the gardener waves
Gliding on zephyrs,
let’s the edges unfold
Unraveling daisy cutters
my payload explodes
No time to pray
but I did yesterday
(yes I did yesterday)
By David Kavanagh
Is it true? I thinketh not
Is it a lie? or a well-planned plot
Did the World explode today
And all that dwelt there blown away
Drifting along in the air
To a place that's kind and fair
Only spirits can we see
Everything feels so heavenly.
I want to be blown away,
I want to be swept off my feet.
I want to be the one who makes it hard for you to breath.
I want to be lost in love,
I want to be a dream come true.
I want to be scared of just how s t r o n g I feel for you.
Stand here crucified with sin
Pummeled by the howling wind
Arms stretched wide, just you and me
Thrown to the mercy of the sea
Torn open to the blackest ocean's
Hypnotic, murky, moody motion
Pulled to the edge and feeling small
Drawn here by your ghostly call
Rooted there on ancient stone
Petrified, I'm not alone
Through violent waves I search for calm
Trusting you'll do me no harm
Souls screaming, shattered space and time
Take back what's yours, give me what's mine
Tortured surf, I feel your pain
I will not sink in you again
Jet black water, purple skies
Stung my ears and pierced my eyes
Primal, raw, bathed in your song
Part of you, though don't belong
Your ice cold breath whipping my face
It's time for me to leave this place
I turned my back in to the night
Stare up at your guardian light
Black hounds descend and steal the day
Pounding heart, I'm blown away!
the language is
the most useless
gift
when I listen to you
hypnotized
(with this stupid
pink rose...)
My Daughter
I am blown away by harsh winds
Melanie, it seems to me, you to be storm clouds
in the distant sky, drifting in and out, passing by
in shades of ever deepening, darker, menacing grays.
You seem to be hidden among shadows, lost in shrouds.
Never a word, an acknowledgement, not even a simple hi
when you come home, hide, then go – gone for days.
you drift through, in different shapes, much like clouds,
one minute this, next minute that, or some other, in my eye.
Who or what you will be, where you are at, I never know.
One minute a unicorn, the next, some kind of dragon.
We might live in a castle in the sky, then it’s a gloomy donjon,
or a sailing ship on the horizon, then grounded, you show
me - no adventures to be experienced, no journeys to take –
that I am surrounded by bells, of deaths toll being sounded
as I try my best to understand, try to be a good man
that in the end, all I think I know, I must forsake
B. J. “A” 2
October 2nd 2004
BLOWN AWAY
By Roy Merritt
Sometimes when out of doors and under the whirling sway
I wish the rising wind would up and blow me away
Blow me to some distant shore or distant place in time
Allow me some relief from this life I'm in I find
I would be a whole other one free from the troubling strife
Free from the enormity of having to live my life
Free from worrying of others free from their clinging need
Free from compromise and all that one concedes
For what is a greater punishment than having to be just you
What worse upon your person what more could you go through
For are you not an affront to your kith and kin
A judgment from long ago when you did but first begin
Life is a depressing thing, a thing I would not advise
A thing you surely will in your time come to despise
But I know for certain should the wind sure blow me away
And I'd land in that distant place no more here to stay
That I'd naught but have regret and soon wish it to flee
The new person I've become the new person that be me
For if life has taught us anything, anything we should abide
No man has walked this Earth and ever been satisfied
a Mystic candle
enamouring Fire
is so light --
shimmering tenuously
lurching shadows
and listening
intensely disinterested
neither attracted
nor compelled --
only
waiting
with storms all around
A Home, once…
Beautiful, entertaining and pleasing
Graced with the old and young
Smiled with peace and comfort
Bloused with a brotherly gown
Sheltered neighbors and those from afar
Shared with and welcomed strangers
Adored with a palatial ambiance
Now in the literature of times
As a heart for the scary
Graveyards stretch-out its vicinity
Engraved with skull ornaments
Covered with aghast perfumes
Ghosts roam allover
With echoing voices
All roots far fetched.
Small
seeds
of a
dandelion
parachute on the wind-
one o'clock,two o'clock,three o'......
The winds of despair have made an appearance again
I am afraid they will remain here forever this time
They have whisked away the souls of many men
Now it is here to finally take mine
I stand tall to face them
Deeply rooted like a tree
I will fight my hardest with the very little that is left in me
You blew me away with your words.
I fall to my knees to pray to be with you.
I can stand against the hurt,
If the answer means we will never be through.
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