Best Blows Poems
I followed one day a spring breeze at play.
It seemed not to know where to go.
And aimlessly, I - like a butterfly -
meandered with it to and fro.
Among bright blue bells, it tired a spell.
Recovering, it picked up speed.
Alongside a rill, I ran with a thrill
just to know where the breeze might lead.
My heart filled with song as I danced along,
careening through meadows of green.
And then the breeze dove into a large grove,
the loveliest I’d ever seen.
No longer a breeze, it whipped around trees.
It whistled while beckoning me,
and as it passed through where tall redwoods grew,
I was following, wild and free.
In that beautiful place, it changed its pace
and got stronger, for the breeze goes
where sturdy trees thrive. I felt so alive!
I have been to where the wind blows.
The wind blows softly over the lonely,
The suffering think of themselves only.
A world of chaos, racism, and turmoil,
Utmost egomanias spoil our toil.
An old man groans, no decent place to live,
Are there relatives? No comfort to give?
Blow softly oh lonely wind, they care not,
They are comfortable, and all forgot.
Somewhere a child is crying his heart out,
Can anyone guess what it's all about?
Is the child hungry, lost, or cast aside?
Much abused, ill-treated, or love denied?
There are millions of cries heard on the wind,
Alas no one bothers: is man unkind?
Too many hurricanes are causing havoc this season. We might as well have a limerick collaboration about them since they seem to be in the news. Please join in by sending me your limerick in a soup mail or email.
Hurricane Maria is the latest ole windbag
She'll huff and puff till her eye walls sag
She's blowin' in the tropics
Catastrophic among topics
Heed the warning of that hoisted red flag
by: Lin Lane
I’ve heard Maria’s cooking up a storm
Pack your bags and head where it’s warm
She’ll cause such destruction
Which will lead to disruption
These old wind bags, they never conform!
These hurricanes really don’t care
Tossing houses right into the air
They’re a bane in our life
Like an old nagging wife
It's no wonder that folks cus and swear!
by: Jan Allison
Oh Maria I hope you just fizzle out
You're so full of wind with a nagging spout
Hurry and disappear
Blow on out of here
We're tired of that same old raspy shout
by: Tim Smith
Oh Maria, we have had enough
We don't want to see you puff
We don't want to stress
Or clean up your mess!
Just weaken, and stop acting tough!
by: Heidi Sands
Oh bad Maria, you have gotten so volatile
Blow yourself out and make people smile
Or maybe there's a chance
Another name you'll enhance
Hurricane Madness sounds very erstwhile
by: Seren Roberts
Cinder's sits on the toilet in fear
Of the ugly sisters to appear
Irma arrives there first
Maria next to burst
gave cinder's chronic diarrhea
by: Roy Pett
The strong wind blows wildly today
As masses of green trees sway
Just like the flames burning cities
In our country atrocities
Attacked within, anger explodes
With violence, our country implodes
Business destroyed, our flag burned
Violence spreads where hatred is churned
Police cars in flames, stations gone
Chaos in front of white house lawn
Graffiti left everywhere
Vile words written without a care
Churches, courts and historic sites
No law and order, flashing lights
Wreckage in multiple places
Torn down cities, crying faces
Justice twisted into revenge
By thousands who want to avenge
The strong wind blows wildly today
Turning our country into dismay
It is hard to recognize now
An attack we can’t stop, somehow
As the wind blows, I wonder why
Healing takes so long, when we try
Heidi Sands
5/31/20
When Mother Earth speaks to Father Sky
She gently lets out a whisper sigh
A gentle breeze to send her kisses
Across the blue, she sends her wishes
Father Sky, please send gentle rain
To feed our children once again
She blows a kiss in perfect time
To free the sun again to shine
Then blows her petals across open meadows
Before moon overtakes sun's evening shadows
Now she sleeps, where none will know
Exactly where her wind doth blow....
Tomorrow she'll rise to speak to Father Sky
Of secrets shared upon winds lullaby
©Donna Jones
©Donna Jones
. . . and the wind blows
pushing the blue bird
higher farther
past raindrops and darkened clouds
into a valley of golden sun where
rainbows dance in her dulcet eyes
where worries wander away
and new days are hatched
. . . and the wind whips
clearing out the old
preparing for the new
mixing the earthen mulch
from a fallen past into
an unmade bed of fertile ground
A morning mist fills the meadow
dew drips off the first spring daisy
beauty overcomes me
I hold her ever gently in my arms
watching
. . . as the wind blows
Over where winds blow, my Love waits for me
Even when zephyrs blow a bustling breeze
His outreaching arms beckon come let me see
Join me in my castle where you'll live with ease
Out on the porch listening to rain's soft sounds
There's no wind, leaves and limbs hang limp silent
Over where winds blow, my love knows no bounds
Contained it now seems ~no wind evident
Just a slight breeze will stir blossoming rose
Her scent a delight floating 'pon spring's breeze
Rose's scent entwines with honeysuckle's prose
Racing to where the wind blows, my love to please
Over where winds blow, He waits for just me
With outstretched arms, He calls come commune please
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Where The Wind Blows
Written this 18th day of May, 2013
when the wind blows through,
one can here the trees talking:
rattling green tongues.
In a chariot of fire in the sun
blew a pale horse and pale rider’s last breath,
and on your grave sings a boding raven
in the shadows of the valley of death.
Where no graven image rise from its bones,
only a cold wormwood wind on death row
pipes through the rushes beyond the tombstones
where time cut short above stood still below.
But far more does sound a haunting in me
as if your faint voice my ear passing through -
and I trapped betwixt next world and earthly
sit this day communing with God and you.
Yet I fear death itself I shall not mourn
when diviners blow its fiery flamed horn.
Written: July 1995
One-liner
of doom...
"I'm leaving you"
Mercy!
The poor fellow
must've died
a thousand deaths
right then...
"Whack! Whack! Whack!"
goes an axe
straight through
his confused heart.
Ouch!
A devastating impact.
Numb to the bone
as he stands,
directly facing her,
in arrested astonishment;
listening...
as she narrates
the end
of everything.
Too numb
to utter so much as
a word.
He stands there
as if
frozen in time,
growing...
increasingly deaf
with disbelief;
too stunned
to plead...
"Baby, please, don't do this!"
Or cry out
an anguished "Now, wait a minute!"
On her breath,
the fetid stench of death;
d e a t h
of gargantuan dreams
dreamt together.
Their panorama
of bright tomorrows
suddenly look
blacker than charcoal.
He listens
as she's speaking
but doesn't comprehend
the words
forking into him
like flashes of lightning.
Hopelessly lost in
"How did it come to this?"
A sucker-punch
that landed
with speed so blinding
he couldn't see it!
Unbearable pain
that writes itself
across his crimson face
His defeated spirit,
a bark of a tree
withstanding blows
from an axe.
i'm being blown
over here, over there
in and out, there about
most everywhere
in the heat of the summer
in the chill of the freeze
life is a leaf that blows on the breeze
in time that's well spent
in the wasting away
in the hand held in silence
with nothing to say
when it stands out alone
in its purpose and need
life is a leaf that blows on the breeze
when it's coated in sugar
sprinkled in salt
running to nowhere
in its daily walk
standing for something
or down on its knees
life is a leaf that blows on the breeze
No one knows how the wind blows,
Or which direction the wind goes.
But the wind is more precious,
And also more precious than gold.
But why do I feel like a ghost,
Trap between worlds.
How the wind blows where the wind goes,
Why do I want to know.
Why do I feel trap between world,
Was this world meant for me.
Why am I going crazy,
And why is the wind,
So interesting to me.
Cause I'm alone with only the wind,
By my side.
How the wind blows no one knows.
I'm a outcast in this world,
With no place to go.
That's why I always turn to the wind,
Just to relax my soul.
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Socks and sweatshirt with wind caressing.
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As the wind blows softly upon my face
It reminds me of a windmill
Spreading the airs divine
Feelings of love sprinkling upon my face
And covering my body slowly
Tingling feelings of blissful joy
Touching me softly
As it lightly touches and rubs across my face
Giving me feelings
Of new found freedom, that blows in the wind
Just when you have abandoned all hope
You have tried everything, and nope
She's ignored all entreaties...
Just then your true sweetie
The gal you'll call wife
Into your life
The wind blows --
Love grows --
~ Hope!