Best Shoo Away Poems
To build a fire demands the stamp of time,
A stamp that many know, but few employ.
Success means glow of light sublime
And greater time its warmth will they enjoy.
So many claim to know this flame's embrace,
But miss enduring embers, hot as one
Would ever need, but no! The panicked pace
Of lonely hearts do seek the searing sun.
I ask a simple thing: look past the flare
That kindling creates and lower logs
Much larger on the fire. This kind of care
Will shoo away the dark that light defogs.
Your ship will sink and your star will fall
So you'd better be prepared
I hope you're well seated when you hit that wall
And the spotlight dims its glare
You step from your car like a debutante
You have everything you could ever want
Have you stopped to consider the ones you snub
Are the ones that have put you there?
The diamond bracelet on your wrist
That accentuates your tan
Rakes the rocks across your skin
As you "shoo" away your fans
You've got more wealth than you could ever spend
But ya don't seem to have it when ya hear from a friend
And ya "won't be signing any autographs"
At the festival de Cannes
You must be aware that you're gettin' old
And ya bore the paparazzi (or so I'm told)
It's a pity your grace can't act for you
As well as your ego can.
The hammock invites
Fantasy of flight.
Not now though, small boy in tow
"Grangee, watch me play
I'll dump fresh mowed hay,"
His imagination grows
Cat and dog take place
At my sides in space.
Hammock starts to slip and slide.
Scat cat; shoo away
dog before doomsday.
Zip, flip onto the floor bruised pride
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: A Lovely Alouette
Written: September 05, 2014
I fell out of the hammock yesterday
my head hit the wall with a very
hard blow..I am having headaches
and neck pain as well as low spinal
problems since the fall.."Pride goeth
before destruction and a haughty
spirit before a fall" Proverbs 16:18..
I wonder what God wants me to learn..
Ichabod Crane sprang from the brain
Of someone most deserving
Of Sunnyside, his proud domain.
His name? Washington Irving.
He also wrote a tale of note
About one Rip Van Winkle
Who found a sleeping antidote
To shoo away each wrinkle.
His home, intact, you can, in fact,
Both tour and pay a visit.
The costumed guide will not distract
From landscape most exquisite.
With river view, we wandered through
The rooms that Irving favored
And sampled life the way he knew
When simple joys were savored.
A worthwhile trip and here’s a tip –
Before you go farewelling,
The gift shop’s one you shouldn’t skip –
Cool souvenirs they’re selling!
Nothing is more exhilarating
Than the first warm day of spring
As we shoo away old man winter
Listening to the birdies sing
Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips
Popping up to greet the day
Laughter reigns in nature's abode
Through the merry month of May
It feels like a whole brand new start
The world is young once more
Filled with joy and great expectations
As we knock on summer's door
Gayly sailing into the season ahead
Let's first enjoy the moment
A moment each year of true renewal
The joyful season of content
© Jack Ellison 2013
A bit premature perhaps?
Nine months of gestational pain
But for me you bore it with a smile
When it hurts me even a little
Your heart beat stop for a while
When I am near you
Your love wraps me and care
When I am far from you
Your blessings shield me there
When I am sick
Your magical touch makes pain shoo away
When I am scared
Your voice makes my fear run away
In success your praise gives me strength to keep up
In failure your encouragement lets me not to give up
When things are going wrong you hold me strong
Like threads of a quilt
Even when times are hard
You smile like a flower whose petals never wilt
Your love gives me protection
Mom you truly are an epitome of affection
I am so blessed with this special gift from above
I thank God for sending you
To guide me through and shower your love
I am thankful to you for all you do
I love you too mom as much you do
I sleep so can I dream
to find me in a world I can be
to play with my dad while
My mom waits for me
with several cups of tea
Distant relations I not even know
Childhood friends forgotten long ago
tug along and raise a lot of cheer
I find myself cocooned
in the midst of near and dear
God wakes me to the reality of hell
O’ No! I want to sleep for ever
and stay in my happy dreams
As I stand near the grave
I shoo away the birds around
My dad is dreaming deep inside
Leave me at peace, let me sleep
1
the goose is putting signature
on the plume detaching from its tail
the queue is overflowed with crowd
groping in the memory of the gathering people
so many safety pins and cello-tapes
are found
on the shoulders of some wayfarers
there is the stammering cold
2.
the body-language of the moon
is being so changed
the enthusiastic may test
blood came down
when the tap is on
and sweat
now birds from siberia
are flowing in through the disc antenna
the dravidian air is ever changing
now none can get ruined
following all the grammar
3.
the sole hunger of the winter
is being noted down in the note book
covered with human-skin
the clouds of the summer and the rainy season
are salivating
the garrulous spiders are detaching the shells
of the dead deer and putting the gardens in the iron-chest
throwing dry leaves to shoo away the coke
oh, the sleeveless palms
are all the new girl-friends ok
4.
putting on the rain-coat to save the skin
or it’s an armour
is your body safe
fireworks are twinkling
piercing
the fire-brigade has gone to a joyful journey with the clouds
admit the charisma of the bathroom
you the adult buffalo
don’t forget to tell
the experienced cormorants have flown in from the marshland
5.
diving in search of kisses
I saw all are stings
even the wicker tray with the articles of ceremonial reception
can’t escape bite
would you be clean
oh engrossed abir
so many flakes of snow on the branches of the guava tree
the festival is in your teeth also
tame your blood
don’t submerge the river into the waves
and there is the sky
beg a rail
The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
You take in rays of sunlight,
And breathe out the colours that swell.
The life of a stained glass window,
Oh so boring, oh so dull,
You give light to others,
And shoo away your own,
While they see the world in colours,
Your sight you loaned.
Colourblind by choice,
You live in a monochromatic world,
Your wants and needs,
Have all been sold.
Discount, free sale?
Anything for you!
For how a stained glass window feels,
Is anything but true.
I paint and handcraft rainbows,
To shine along churches and stores,
But if my hand grows tired?
Who cares if they're sore!
The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
This stained glass window,
Hates to endow!
Curse the rainbows they'll miss so well,
Now that their world is dim and dull,
This stained glass window thinks they should go to hell!
The pretty colours adorning a pedestal,
The shards that make streets glow,
I should all let it go!
This stained glass window,
Paints the world in black and white,
And this stained glass window,
Is no longer right.
The life of a stained glass window,
Oh so boring, oh so dull,
Who wants a stained glass window,
With no pretty colours? Well...
No one.
Hold on to your seat kids
for you are about to meet me!
I am the super hero who can be
any thing you want me to be!
I can make you be a bear
or a giraffe or a hound!
I can make you be famous
or fly all around!
I can be your best friend
when you feel you have none,
and even on the rainiest days
I can bring you the sun.
I am always here for you
at your beck and call,
I'll be the hero you need
to be the ruler of all.
But just so you know
I can be the side kick too
because maybe sometimes
the hero is you!
I can be the hero you need
to make your dreams, too
and let you be the one
that makes them come true.
I can be there for you
day and night
I can shoo away your troubles,
worries, and fright.
because I have no here lair
or home or station.
My super here name?
It's imagination.
She used to stalk her imagination, from her perch in the shadow, on the sill,
And I still step over the spot in the darkness of the grapevine
Where she used to wait for anyone to pass by, while we pretended not to see her,
So that she could attack your ankles and see how far she could claw you, Before you ran away.
Feline objects were her enemy, and the other two hounds in her pack,
Pretended to be scared of her, and they were.
Little fishies were her delight, and flowers were nosed off to the side,
But now the birds in the vine can relax and even go to sleep.
We loved her too much, and sometimes she loved us in return
Her little chirp, and her lioness purr, we can still hear
As we see her sprawled out on the kitchen floor,
A wolf; a tiger; and a friend.
All those of allergic persuasion were magnets to her fur
Peeling off her, as she rubbed and watched them grimace, too polite
To shoo away such an adorable creature; but their sneezes did the rest.
A piece of rope was a snake, so she jumped,
And then pretended that she knew all along, just to make us laugh.
We still do...
( written after my cat Pandora was killed by a car...)
When I say:
I will fight to the death for you,
it means
I will spew flames at those who dare
lift a hand and bruise your soul.
I will grind down to ash the person
that ever makes you feel small, or less than.
I will break the bones of those
who think your body is only theirs
to do what they want with.
I will shoo away the ghosts
that attempt to haunt you
in your darkest hour.
I will cradle you, as I did
when you once smelled of baby powder,
when your heart breaks from
first love,
first loss,
first pain
from those awful things you can't comprehend.
I will be your anchor,
when everything is flailing
and the wind is overpowering
and the storm is threatening to drown you.
Come back to me,
always.
Because when I say:
I will fight to the death for you,
it means
I will light the world on fire for you
even if I get
burned along the way.
I shoo away
all my twisted creations
(I can’t let them taint this
With the vileness
I spawned them from)
She approaches
I lower my head,
eyes staring into hers,
opening myself,
feeling her
intertwine her energy
with mine,
closer she comes.
At this point
mist like trails of essence
spiral out of the corners of our mouths
like smoke,
hazing sight.
I can feel her heart leaping
as I touch the right side of her neck,
the throbbing
stirring my desires
and as our power
closes us off to the world,
time freezes,
ice crystals
forming on my fur,
her feathers,
snapping off under their own weight
making chime like sounds
as they shatter
beneath us,
my nerves alight
as her fingertips
graze my cheek,
and her claws sink into
the small of my back,
like a forest fire
running through the brush,
melting away the obtrusive growth.
I feel her quiver
as my nails run down
her ribs
and her slim,
narrow waist,
our lips touch
and the clock starts again,
(reality must exert itself)
as the mist swirls in
I know what to expect,
so it doesn’t burrow into my brain
when in the clarity
she’s gone,
instead,
my heart still pumps,
and in the worst case
this undead
has felt life again,
maybe I’ll progress
instead of shriveling
and sealing my crypt once more.
Feeling sad?
Well that's too bad,
But why mope around in a dark blue funk?
Don’t let life’s trouble
Burst your bubble.
Why waste your time on all that junk?
Now, life might have you in the pits,
But it's not time to call it quits.
Don't let those dark thoughts clutter up your mind.
Come on now, let's meditate
On things that cheer and elevate,
And leave the morose, gloomy things behind.
A great big laugh
On your behalf
Might drive the gloomy mist away.
And a toothy grin
Above your chin
Could brighten someone else’s day.
A chuckle might forestall
The family doctor’s call,
And, maybe, even shoo away the nurse.
Some stuff and nonsense matter
Could make the day go better,
And, I guarantee, it will not make it worse.
We never meant
to say sorry
it was more of a smoke filled
tiring of breathless gills
The morning wakes us all
all too soon
cats on tables
and cigarettes without a flume
Time tells
all of us will die
hard to be black and white
tend to shoo away little smiles
Time has a great grace
of wage and handfuls
of terrible mistakes
I heard today
he shot him
little sleepy town in minnesota
been dreaming of death
and how sad that from now on
the man i once knew
will never see daylight again
what is wrong with us
society is a
filth of regret
might fly back and visit him in prision one day
just to say hello
mistakes of others make you feel desperate
no use in making amends
talked to my dad tonight,
gonna send me some money for Christmas
i can see his lights,
and the brilliant display
how i miss them,
unlike no other
my dad, my sister and of course
my drug addicted brother
aint to late to go back,
but for what?
just maybe only for them cause no matter what happens
my family is my heart, my soul, and my kin.