Best Breezeless Poems

Patience

breezeless summer day -
motionless on lily pad
frog waits for victim...

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Stiff pleated fronds in concert rise
to wax under the April sun 
and trill their canticles begun
in verses jade that they comprise.

Chartreuse of thorny branches splay
a tumult to belie the grace
that on display they interlace
like rose stems on a breezeless day.

Atop the thatched denuded bole
gush fountains...

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The cloying sangria
of freesias
invades the screen.
Amber bees whine
in wastrel air
like breezeless fans.
My shirt 
is porcelain skin.
I dangle one metronome leg
off the arm
of a wicker chair
on the porch
as icebox rivulets
trickle down my sides.
In a far corner
dead flowers 
curl
in a glass vase....

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The sun descended slowly
Behind the purple hills, sending
Long shadows behind her.
Night enveloped the vista.
I walked barefoot on the beach.
Did I hear sirens singing?
Their alluring song invited.
Come to us, paradise was there.
But I know of their tricks.
Ulysses tied himself fast to a mast
To escape their cannibalistic...

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The crescent moon lies upon his back
      At the fiery break of day
           While Jiminy Cricket sings his favorite tune
          ...

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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...

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Like the hush of mobile crystals 
stilling, inside a breezeless night 
Like the echoes of distant stars 
shimmying towards the moon 

Its like tendrils of gray smoke 
wafting through the temples 
A silent Buddha contemplating  
beneath the Bodhi tree of life 

Inner peace can...

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Sunlight is described on the space where it lays
The sun beams is what lands here and there throughout
A warm feeling is expressed in some fine ways
There’s a sparkle like a jewel all about
Even the tree branches ignite with great pride
Everything around has surely come alive
The...

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Once upon a time in an alluring place
Flourishing realm sweet with seasons showers pace
The earth food for life the lush greenness embrace
Array of flowering plants that twirl and lace
Birds twittered on leafy branches full of grace
Rare butterflies with wide, vibrant wings took chase
Bobbing on the...

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gentle waves 
lick the sand
softly they embrace
eternally holding hands

caught in the motion 
swaying forever to and fro
violent with a storm;s commotion
or breezeless and ever so slow

it is silent, but for the waves
as they travel endlessly
to the lake they are slaves
never to be free
...

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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
from slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sight-seeing sea
far beyond the shore and shingle,
lost fog horns are lowing...

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Heavy air on breezeless days
push me under shady trees
sweat stained ball caps
shade red leather faces

Adonis boys display their prowess
to bikini clad Aphrodite
Blood runs hotter than the sun
when darkness hides their passion

5/21/2019...

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without the whirl
of a happy sound
too quiet the fan

the dim lighting
lacking air
sans morning sun

thoughts stifled
with buzzing
the sweat pouring

breezeless tease
dreams of
Winters cloak

the loudness
of the tinkers
like bells

9/5/2018...

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I.

The gales of Hell, they gust my soul; 
I shutter up in vain--
Cracked windows of my storm-rent brain,
Shuddering as wind-tides roll.
Rattling rhythms wrack my soul.

The wind-voice screeches out my name
With banshee-clarity and tone
Skirling, high-pitched, like a lone
Lover who slew herself in shame—
Wind-wraith woman howls my...

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I.

The gales of Hell, they gust my soul; 
I shutter up in vain--
Cracked windows of my storm-rent brain,
Shuddering as wind-tides roll.
Rattling rhythms wrack my soul.

The wind-voice screeches out my name
With banshee-clarity and tone
Skirling, high-pitched, like a lone
Lover who slew herself in shame—
Wind-wraith woman howls my...

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