Best Gusty Poems
The storm that thundered is fading still
Reluctant to let go the reign of dark
But the nascent light behind the clouds
Unfolds the scene that's changing fast
On a happy note then she proceeds to allot
Augury of goodwill forgetting the past
And he sees things the way they used to be
Holding hands of love he finds her near him,
Not a blemish in view of his serene imagery--
Snuggling her closer, he reaches for a kiss
But gusty winds return razing his reverie
Blasting cold air on feelings of warmth
Taunting his dreams to accept the fact:
She's the one who unleashed the wrath
November 25, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #145 by Brian Strand
9/20/16
Not only talking about the tummy
When I say I'm hungry
Always grew up out in the country
Where there weren't always paved roads, it was dusty
And more bumpy
The days usually sunny
Muggy
And occasionally gusty
Certain items left out in the elements turned rusty
Forming a layer that was somewhat crusty
Not yet have I played rugby
Or sipped a double cup that was muddy
Can't see any good in being a druggie
Or whatever you want to call it, maybe a junkie?
History has shown, so you don't neccessarily have to trust me
The times have always been bloody
And rather ugly
Can't rely on being lucky
Because that logic is nutty
I want to see my mother living comfy
And never again crummy
To put it bluntly
Got to think and get that money
Daily not just monthly
Not concerned about any who choose to judge me
Or wether or not, others shall treat me justly
With wisdom realizations came abruptly
Still I try to learn and study
Some say we evolved from monkeys
But we
All have our own opinions and little to any proof of the truth
After all this time, is that sad or funny?
Brainwashed individuals being molded like putty
Behind the scenes things happening corruptly
Try to not be clumsy
And always grumpy
Car crash tests being conducted with a dummy
And at times the end results are so far from lovely
By: Dalton Ogletree
Air
Billows
Crisp coiled curves
Dawn dances on
Earth
Fun
Gusts gain
Human halts
In impish ilke
Jests
The Legend of Gusty Brown
This is the legend of Gusty Brown
And all the beans that he could down
He and his steed ate beans by the pail
Together they issued an odorous gale
A Wild West crack-shot of world renown
A pungent aroma would follow him ’round
He won all his duels against gunslinger foes
Who couldn't quick draw while holding their nose
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Supper time? More beans to munch
And everybody wore a frown
When Gusty Brown came to town
But this fateful day, things went askew
He left the hotel without using the loo
His belly well swollen and legs crossed tight
He waddled outside for this latest gunfight
Now so afraid that his guts might burst
He couldn't hold on so he drew first
And then though he won, to the other man’s cost
The lawmen took Gusty to ‘Old Gallows Cross’
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Supper time? More beans to munch
And everybody wore a frown
When Gusty Brown came to town
Legs crossed on the scaffold, he wasn't complaining
Gusty Brown grinned because soon he’d stop straining
The lever was pulled, he succumbed to the noose
His legs uncrossed, kicking, his bowels became loose
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Supper time? More beans to munch
And the undertaker wore a frown
When Gusty Brown at last went down
Epilogue:
’neath sun lit skies and autumn mists
A ghostly odour yet persists
Though Gusty leaves no ghost of course
Just no one thought to shoot his horse
In the breathless
Winds of March, gusts
Force the daffodils
To swirl, a waltz – the tango,
Disco possibly, the sun
A glistening ball, dazzling
Even the heart who smiles
Past the gales, into
The dawn’s whispery light,
Soft against the backdrop of starlit
Nights, whimsical – alive
Trusting the twisting bends
Spectacular curves, risky rotations
Flourishing like the flowers,
Who bend back and forth, hour
After hour – reflecting
The warmth of a spirit who silences
Every winter sadness with a
Inspirational gladness,
Echoed by the sunlight soothing
Just beyond the racing coils,
Winds meant to welcome
The spring, the new, the first
Revelation of fresh blooms,
Daffodils, tulips, crocus..
Bruising March with their beauty,
Blushing through the voice
Beneath breezes sent to free them
From their still winter graves,
Winds meant to fill them with
Gasping praise!
chairs dispersed in yard
umbrella blown off back deck
birds dancing in air