Best Hoovering Poems
Entering the doorway through my heart
Following the nuance of space
Allowing expansion ~ mystery ~ and curiosity
To guide me into realms of spiritual awakening
Journeying through moments in time
Filled with opportunities
To appreciate and cherish
To express gratitude
To be connected to the forces
Of nature and humanity
Together we take flight
Guided by white hawks
Silently lifting off
Into darkened skies
Kissed by gray hues
Alighting on silken clouds
Transporting us higher
A deep inhale as gentle breezes
Tickle my earlobes and caress my soul
My heart is open ~ expanding ~ gaining insight
Exposed
My tears flow freely
I allow the pain and suffering to become me
As I focus on illumination and helping others
With embracing arms and heart alive
Calling out to our elders and animal spirits
To join in our collective dance
The soft wind carries us
We float and fly and glide
Entering the realm of light
Sunbeams vibrating at the edges of perception
A fuzzy twinkling as our eyes excite
Riding magic cloud carpets
Above ocean’s breast
Gazing down
The beauty becomes us
Gold light rays skate on undulating waves
Illuminating tide’s glimmering foam
A waltz of light and sound
Briny majesty
Luminous shafts dance and sway
In a lovers embrace
Across veridian waves
Passionately singing out
Becoming one
Our voices ~ melodies
Songs of our ancestors
Ballads from distant shores
Past and present
Reveal themselves in
Tender haunting notes
Arriving on mist’s fingertips
Hoovering close to Mother Ocean’s surface
We hear her heartbeat
Lap lap lap ... bubbles ... breath
Surface foam breaking
She appears in nature’s coat of shiny black
A regal humpback
A tranquil Goddess welcoming us
We ride upon this graceful giant
As she whispers her secrets
Feeling her slow movement
Through watery depths
Turning gently ~ moving up and down
We welcome her strength as
Turquoise tides caress us
Guided by celestial navigation .... we ride
Gazing up at the sparkling stars
We listen to the collective heartbeat of eternity
One breath
One exhale
Together
Floating, and skimming through the wind
I climb higher and higher to the clouds!
Diving and rising again, I rise above.
Silence! The wind my constant friend
Numbs my beak and whispers out loud
While I climb to that special place I love.
Hoovering, waiting for the rising drafts
I look down through white mountains
Mottled green like algaed ponds in snow
Appear below. Riding old familiar paths
Of current diving and rising like a fountain
I blast skyward, just a little more to go!
Just one final current to catch, I wait
Spiraling at Heaven's door it comes
And I ride effortlessly past His throne!
Tranquility engulfs me as the world abates
Clarity of mind ever present as I become
One with God!....I am Lark, and I'm home!
Timothy I. Brumley
The moon dust sprinkled
From the angel's wings
'Pon baby sleeping
Angel's expressions
Now abide on face
** **
I watched him sleep
Resting weary head
Seeing God bless
His little life
~~~~~~~
Moon dust still
Sprinkled there
A reminder
` `
God Still
Abides
Here_
The
Moon dust
Slowly
Disappears
As the hours
Separate
The time spent here
His little bed
Awaits angel
Visit once more
Watch over sleeping
Child_ sprinkling moon dust
Like magic to keep
Him in his deep sleep
Hoovering with love__
Sponsor:Catie Lindsey
Contest:Diminishing And Advancing Hexaverse
Theme: Moon Dust
we learned to live on breadcrumbing
to orbit without return
haunting for love
a kittenfisher smiled
through borrowed summers
a catfisher built an entire moon
we endured benching
cushioning
roster dating—
hearts lined as spare chairs
after the guests had gone
I practiced love bombing
you future faking
the skilled preferred negging
one small faultline opening under load
and a place to live inside it
we drifted through situationships
through talking stages
through the annual migration
of ghosting, zombieing and hoovering
a hard launch
a soft launch
then pocketing
banksying taught us
how to leave without leaving
ghostlighting taught us
how to return without arriving
meanwhile the wildflowerers
flowered
the slow daters
kept their own time
every exclusive
promise
stalled at a DTR
frozen at the lip
of the relationship escalator
watching the steel teeth
flatten and disappear
red flags
snapped in the wind
green flags
semaphored
beige flags overgrown
in the yard
one night the throngers
argued hot takes beneath the stars
I felt the ick
you went delulu
someone else shrekking at last
laughed with their whole strange face
and for a moment
nobody was performing
just two people
standing outside the slang
while every
label we had worn
blew past—
confetti and bleached receipts
a failure to launch
breaking open in beach grass
I am an Electrical Engineer
But was alone and all was dark
Beneath me and above
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of your love
So will you be the start of my sinusoid?
Dawn in the twilight
With you am on a flight
Your feelings I can't fight
Your beauty is stuck in my sight
My gift from the Lord almighty
Heart full of generousity
Hoovering my religion from Islamic to Chrstianity.
Love...Are you be ready to visit my sub-county.
Give me fire give me blaze,
Those who live by the sword shall die by the blade,
Caged in a mind so evil filled with hatred and blame,
The wounds healed but the scares remained
A constant reminder of a past lived as an out cast,
Suicidal thoughts grew in his head like a tumour ,
A permanent solution to end his life of misery after years of searching he realised the pain never left like the right hand and all hope was now in a hoovering draculin sword above his head with no escape,
His conscience pleaded with his emotions they was still time for change like the coins in his hand were once a note,
Suicide was never an option those were the words in his mind as he regained consciousness from this dream.
Feeling manic, fairly groovin'
Singing aloud as I'm hoovering.
Brilliant ideas flood my mind,
Ideas that could save mankind.
I have the answers, I know them all
It's all too wonderful, life's a ball.
But there just behind me parked
Is a place, fearful and dark.
I know it's going to call on me,
To stamp upon my reverie.
And as my joy soars ever higher,
It'll drag me down, into the mire.
Entry for Mania - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
23/1/2017. Placed 1st.
Some people are scared of spiders,
Others are scared of lightning,
But to me, it somehow seems,
My boyfriend is scared of the ironing.
The heat from the iron’s hot plate,
Cause beads to form on his head
And the thought of folding all those clothes,
Clearly fills him with dread.
I sometimes think it would be nice,
If he’d give his own pants a press,
But his cheeks drain at the sight of the board,
And it isn’t worth the stress.
And I love my boyfriend,
And so I choose not to mither,
And end up doing the ironing myself,
(He’s not keen on the hoovering either!)
Maybe perhaps for All Hallows Eve,
I’ll scare my boyfriend to pieces,
By adorning the house with crumpled clothes,
And leave him to remove the creases!
Bath streets have sights on show
and houses sitting by the row
there’s not a place you cannot go
our crime level's always low
packed all year round with global tourists
city centre market stools fruit veg florists
nothing to be weary of or fear if I’m honest
wandering this wonderous this once Aqua Sulis
We’ve a sick history the Romans came to visit
you'll hear the local accent saying in it and is it
they built a mad bridge with actual shops on
for what to do a magazine called whats on
This the home of James Dyson Jane Austin
Bristol has a bridge and webbed off spring
this the town they crowned England’s first king
where the whole of Uranus was first seen lurking
On the walls "I was ere" written in graffiti
the underground water here's self heating
we've many a restaurant do you like eating
you can watch rugby from stadium seating
So in this place where Romans swim
the inaugural crowning of the King
inspired Dickens and Jane Austin
as well we improved your hoovering
from sending the first Royal Mail letter
The Post Office began right here
a mix of everything never better
in the River Avon we built a weir
we walked with Romans discovered a planet
saw bombings by Hitler but didn't panic
crowned the King of England at the Abbey
and too made a hoover without the baggy
because there's no where else this outstanding
the Nazi bombers but we're still standing
a one way system with no understanding
two thousand years now that's longstanding
Others say they come from a place all crummy
I honestly can’t relate
I’ve been elsewhere now and I'd say scummy
makes Bath look bloody great
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COPY AND PASTE LINK FOR SONG (UNFINISHED RECORDING) is that a word unfinished lol
Sobriety is dying in me once again
The pain drains as I welcome home a long time friend
She is always their and is always fair she never lies
Just slides down smooth and we fall back into our old grooves
My blood stews in a chemical imbalance and my mind finally finds relief from
apathy
As me and my old friend kiss and lock lips she slips down into my soul
And once again plugs its holes
I never said a remedy didn’t come without tolls
So again the roses are red and violets blend to black
And once again I find myself speaking matter of factually
But the only sound she sends is my voice echoing back to me
I’m downing her and she’s drowning me
We can only be what we were designed to be
But she has always been a good friend to me
And I’m always too willing to pay her fees
Just so I can trade my memories for tranquility
Yet she is no difference than any other girl who has fallen for me
She is still slowly killing me
Her smooth curves are beckoning
But its her icy contents that bound us
And like the rest I always ask what will it hurt this once
But it happens again and again another lover
With a pieces of momentary bliss and death that’s hoovering in each and every
kiss
But with her I welcome the former and lace my fingers waiting for the latter
Together we clatter through this empty house
And laugh for time is now the only thing that matters
Let it cast our shadows and we can rejoice that ghosts have anatomy
Well that is until the sun passes a certain degree and even our shadows flee
Because not even they can bare the nightmare that is slowly coming to be
And they dare not guess my fate and dare not stay and wait
So I guess its just you and me baby
We can weigh our heavy hearts
And continue disposing of the memories it carts
Just as long as I’m asleep by morning because I’ve been promising
I wouldn’t let clean white light infatuate me anymore
So lets escape and take that hidden door in my mind
Behind it is a mystery that I’d like to find
Who knows maybe its death waiting to be greeting me
Creation
Between life and death
What is our destination
Leaves it to imagination
Stories unravel
Buried me in the gravel
Hoovering above my corpse
Felt immensely uneasy
Yet not queasy
From this rotting, stenchy site
Thoughts darting,
Darting through me
Wasn’t my time…
Wasn’t my time…
So much left unsettled
Unsettled…
Something never done…
But what?
Oh my God!?!
What’s happening?!?
Murmurs, murmurs
Faces flashing
Before my eyes
Panic, Panic
Doctors sweating
Woman flushed red & wheezing!
Screaming
One last agonizing shriek!
Out I popped
7 lb 2 oz
Maybe I’ll get it right this time
Dragons, Dragonflies and Huffle-winks--
a mythical monster like a giant reptile
This fire breathing dragon spitting out fire
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
The swamp waters pales stinks
Doomsday, Ragnarok, end of times
Chaos or evil, symbol of fertility climbs
Associated with water and the heavens
Big wings fire breathe levels
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Dragons fly lizard giant or insect
And in the stench fog covered waters birth
Long before the dinosaurs walked the Earth
A fast-flying long-bodied predator thinks
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Dragonflies not the lizard cry
Fitters by the waters-lake and dragons eye
Insect double winged helicopter found
Hoovering flying low to ground
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Big eyed bug flies lives in the water sinks
Ancient insects long before the dinosaurs walked the Earth
Oh my,
My, oh my!! blowing fire and smoke out the mouth
Blow the winds of fire from your abdomen Huffle-winks
Majestic insect fire-breathing lizard dragon
5/20/18
Copyright © 2018
Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
I see you there
weaving in and out of shadows
flickering like the moon
obscured by thick clouds
hoovering overhead
as the incandescence light
of a new dawn breaks
in crimson streaks
across this sky
I feel your breath
brushing against my ivory flesh
in labored sighs
like a storm's rise
of quickened gusts
and i quiver
within the cold
of fear and death
your name
falls in whispers
behind the masks
of silenced lips
who care not to speak
of your wrath
from bended knees
my hands reach out
in pleas of prayers
hoping to see an end
to this world's despair
many join together
their songs of praise
in hopes to see
a flicker of light
break through the duskiness
of this unmerciful plague
swirling around them
alone they feel defeated
together they feel strength
in one certain belief
'Roses from all nations
scintillate in complete harmony'
March 17,2020
Poetic lines contest
sponsored by Silent One
ending line credit ….'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'
A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams
I know you are here
My old, friend
Hoovering til I cover
My nakedness
With warmth
What is to bring me comfort
In this life of storm
All this grief
That clings to form
I'm tired, so sleepy
I believe I will rest
Not now my love
I must confess
I can NOT endure your
....truth
Wait...I thought you knew me
Why do you push me toward
The very thing I loathe
A roaring fire
Some wine
A nice, pink, bath robe
You have no heart
Ideals and illusions
Leading down a path
Of elliptical conclusions
....never panning out
Fools gold
I've been sold
Way too old
To be told
....truth....with any value
No, no, I will not lend an ear
I need to sleep
Medicine will take me quick
It's prescribed
Rest is essential
I haven't the will....to fight
Fight!?!
That's not right
When did I fight
What's there to fight
When the doctor is right
....I must rest
Truth stands erect
Brazen, naked, on
My resting bed
She won't be denied
My old, trusted friend
...lied
......would have rejoiced
............if I had died....yet I remain
With a life, and a hell of a lot to gain.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-23-2022
Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing...
Action across ouija board
fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits,
perhaps a dimension unexplored
of twilight zone, (where spirit
of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath
of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation
from an atheist sword
like cross my heart), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still
participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...
...(Without explanation, there
gets heard a clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn
freed from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...a deathlike
stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades so painfully quiet
as if...all sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...
...Though I don't dabble in the black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled his poem used to
"grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he who dashes off runners block
as a blinding earth shattering jolt
faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...
But..., aye...beg (bribe with
all the wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought with eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease
phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst
computer laptop black keys!