Best Chills Poems
November Chills Remind Me
As November chill creeps in
I think of June and a friend
Sun beaming so eagerly down
our spot at the edge of town
Silent moments holding me
to a time and her pitiful plea
O' that this day last forever
and my love leave me never
She saw farther than I
the thought made her cry
I thought her so wrong
right she was all along
Clime cooled and so did we
leaves fell from our tree
October faded swiftly away
Parted on a chilly November day
November chills I think of her
so gone, I know not where
Shall June ever come again
will ever I see my friend
Sun shines down upon my Soul
keeping her should have been my goal.
R.J. Lindley 09, 11, 1976
note: Tomorrow will be two weeks and no new writes by me.
That is other than my private writings at home..
Found this in a old poetry book tucked in a chest with
divorce papers from my first wife.
Seemed fitting to present it because , well its November now.
Answer, no never saw her again. She moved away, I lost contact.
Life sent its distractions and the universe spun ever onward..
Oh, the chills I get when he turns his presidential back!
On the thousands left to die in Afghanistan, what a sorry hack.
Reminds me of creeps in world history,
Who adored themseves, more than thee!
He would have been great,on Hitler’s team!
Which makes me want to both cry and scream!
Stop thinking he would never mandate killing.
He has millions who’d do it for him, more than willing.
A god, he thinks he most definitely is!
Wonder if he could pass the nuclear football quiz.
He can blow nations off this earth.
And tyrannically rule the USA, that is my dirth.
Neither the Constitution or USA rights, will need uphold,
Just mandate after mandate in that whisper,to both young and old..
I ask you, pray to God, for all please do?
As he propogandizes, nations and me and you!!!
9/30/2021
Central Nervous System
The drugs they give
What these drugs do
You have no idea
Dark Syndrome
Weird Feeling
Nervous breakdown
Micro Poisoning
Inner Reaction
Unconscious Mind
Brain Halt
Blurred Vision
Body Jamming
Silent Death.
Note.Suicidal tendency,paraplegia and shocks.
Lesson.Symptoms may vary from person to person.
the air chills
as the ultimatum airs
dark moments
Some stories give me goosebumps. They are found
in books and films that tell of wicked clowns
or evil children whose cold, empty eyes
cast spells on hapless people all around.
To chase that eerie feeling from my mind,
I spend an hour watching Looney Tunes!
True stories really chill me to the bone.
They tell of senseless murders, pedophiles,
kidnappings, suicides, and child abuse.
There’s no end to the evil in this world.
Fun tv shows can never banish chills
induced by rampant horrors near and far.
Date: November 19, 2019
Contest Title: Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Delilah Ventura
Cool Winds Fiercely Bloweth, I Feel Those Deep Cold Chills
Under the shade of the tallest red elm out back
soundly shielded from glaring lights and old headstones
Resting in shadows, mother's food in my backpack
lost, so far away from damn ringing telephones.
My ragged-torn heart sheds its blistering dead skins
replacing with quiet and long reaching sweet dreams
Agony, quenched fear of my many past dark sins
the results of greedy and lustful blackened schemes.
In lazy and long imaginary repose,
soul's desires springing forth like a tiger on prey
Shady elm, that my tired beckoning spirit chose
saddest shame that you my friend have nothing to say
Under shades of white oaks on far away black hills
cool winds fiercely bloweth, I feel those deep cold chills.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2016
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: bloweth (2), <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
Total # Words: 120
howling wind chills owl...
nest is moved inside tree trunks
hoots are echoing
As mauve of autumn waves her velvet cloak
Each treetop, each leaf upturns a glazed hue:
That between dusk and morn, the winds evoke
A heartbeat tempo of evening’s debut--
Oblivious to chills with beams on oak
Parading their grandeur , regal in view,
Then once again through October – brushed sky
Where Northern lights mindlessly fail to die !
Broken Wings’ Form O- Only One Contest
Theme: Oblivious ( 4-syl count) 5/10/2017
Fresh fragrance enhancing first love thrills.
my mind bakes
my mind shakes
this is not fake
i have to take a chill pill
BABY YOU GIVE ME CHILLS
One Touch,
tenderly taking the time needed . .
Yet, lips of a lullaby are simply aching to place (with gentleness)
a sweet caress
and then trace “Chills, the rise and the fall”
those tiny goosebumps of love
Satisfaction covers all, whispering a soft sigh (again and again)
. . having successfully succeeded
tenderly taking the time needed,
upon the calling of silky skin
One Touch,
allows lips to linger softly high, and then lightly low
. . to escape especially slow
creating an echo
tenderly taking the time needed,
to taste “Chills, the rise and the fall”
_____________________
~ Something playful ~
Always craving such a touch
the waves so high and forceful rushing toward me like a train
i'm off my feet going down so deep the water fills my brain
floating to the bottom i see all blackness now
then something grabs me from behind and lifts me up somehow
the air overwhelms me as my lungs began to swell
will never again take for granted a breath that never fails
the wind blows right through me and chills me to my core
while the sun on my face delights my every pore
my eyes now in focus for my rescuer to see
the most beautiful thing i ever saw god had sent to save just me
her eyes and skin just glistened and shined like all the stars
my dolphin angel you'll always be even from afar
she nodded and then smiled so lovingly at me
then she turned away and went back down into the deep blue sea.
Fever and Chills
History writes itself
invisible pens find surfaces unknown
private life
public life
fever and chills sleep together
heaving corrosive air
from colorless lungs
hearing but their own moans
their own cries of ecstasy
how loud
how soft
From boardroom
to bedroom
clinging to manufactured essence
flesh bleeds with century's plague
ignoring contagion's history past
nurturing instead
weed gardens of delusional orchid and rose
These darkened windows aloft
where seductive airs of passion molt
fail to hide the pores of covetous fantasy
gluttony's vaporous hydration
ready to flake
While all about
Ether's wake delivers
sirens and horns
delivering ambition's twisted celebration of death
one less emergency burden
one more dodging of tragedy's awareness
the One-Percenters' plunder
destined to erode
like sand castles knowing little of ebb's inevitable tide
How courageous for some
To incandesce amidst shallow atmospheres
even as infirmity goes unnoticed by those
embracing fleeting moments
momentarily exchanging covers enfolding profit reports
for the silk and satin kind
king size queen size
makes no difference
For these of duplicitous breath
life becomes but a fool's gold enlaced treadmill
unquenchable thirst crossing windblown lips
insatiable and voracious spoils
body upon body
The sickness passes its virulent infection
its waste-basket poisons
from all too anxious glad-hands
offering but copper-nickel-dime pilings
greed's weed defoliation of flowered chameleon hope
trickling downward
battling updrafts of street despair
as sidewalk survivors reach skyward
embracing the floating pocket change tearfully
As misery rages below
this citadel high above
protects blind-weary subjects
behind penthouse glass
sitting together
sipping cognac
turning up the Bang & Olufsen
reading sonnets they know nothing of
awaiting the recurring sirens and horns
Like children beneath pup tents of fantasy
they scurry close
securing their panic
denying the dark
Yet
They too will one day know virulence
and await their own
fever and chills
Feathered friends...enjoy the breeze
On swaying branches...on barren trees
When the summer days...begin to close
Petals fall...from the sleeping rose
Weakened leaves...will shake and fall
When autumns chills...make their call
Mothers crafts...from broken sticks
Nests are filled...with teen-age chicks
Spotted fawn...have lost their spots
Lovers plan...to tie their knots
When autumn chills...blue moon glows
Out the door...summer goes
Her eyes will shine...and they'll still wink
When autumns here...in just a blink
September mornings...throughout the hills
Beautiful days...when autumn chills
I thought, almost immediately,
there was strangeness in your car.
You had picked me up early
in the bright, hot morning,
December's heat was full,
but you froze me to the bone.
You were oddly quiet,
but the precious few words that you spoke
may have been
the strangest that I had ever heard.
As your big, lumbering old Merc'
dragged us through the heat,
I surreptitiously scanned the cab
for signs of weapons or weirdness.
My eyes found neither,
but my skin found the weirdness,
it hung thick as a dragon's breath,
you could have cut it with a barber's blade,
and I just about thought you might.
A few clicks down the road,
you ponderously stopped
and I meditatively got out,
no more than fifty yards
from the factory that owned my bones.
I'd hitched a thousand rides
with a thousand strangers at the wheel,
but of them all, you were the one
to make my blood run cold as death.
15th August 2018