Best Shoos Poems
He flies far
Collected Sprig to make a nest
Wish he could Guard her eggs.
She flies away
Leaving their nest. The shower of time
Washed the abode,
Made them homeless.
City-lights eradicate night lull
City-sounds daunting the eggs.
O Ethnic, keep patience
There will be sunshine
We will run far,
So far, would never return
Your dwelling dismantles the tiny abode
The flock of humane shoos it
They will miss the old tree
And squeeze the recent arbor.
Categories:
shoos, urban,
Form:
“The Escape”
Like the hidden thorn attached to the rose you give to a friend
When you least expect the pain you feel or the blood leaving your heart
When a special moment in time that has you smiling and happy
Life finds a way to tear your eyes into rivers and your heart into pieces
Like the song that makes your feet dance the night away only to go home alone
Without that special someone to hold you as you walk in the door
Without the one to love you as you grow old in each other’s arms
Life finds a way to remind you of how the loneliness can overtake even the happiest of thoughts
Nothing good in life seems to ever stay the way you expect it
For some they are blessed with the sweetest life God has to offer
For others, it’s a struggle to even pick up your feet to walk forward daily
For me it’s a roller coaster that leaves me stranded between happy and deeply depressed
Some say there is no rhyme or reason for depression to hang on like the thorn stuck to your shoos
Some say suck it up and be stronger then the demons that live inside your fragile mind
I say if life is so easy I wouldn’t be stuck here with falling tears that seem to never end
If life was so easy I wouldn’t be begging for the escape that ends this endless torture
Categories:
shoos, depression,
Form:
Cinquain
Hoo H'hoo's! Hoo H'hoo's!
My nocturnal catch in the bacyard has been a feast
One good hold and the rodent is put to rest
With unwarranted suspicion a woman with stick shoos me away
My hoots are ominous she says and disturb her peaceful rest.
Hoo H'hoo's! Hoo H'hoo's! I fly to a lonely barn
The witches at magic cackle and be my friend
My corny tufts and cat like ears make me of their kind
In the east my brethren befriend the pious goddesses
While in the west we are mocked, shooed and cursed
Hoo H'hoo's! Hoo H'hoo's!
In my next life let my innocent ogling eyes in a heart face
Be born in a land where I can freely vocalise my hoots
Where I be praised with the goddess of wisdom
And not be a sorcerer's bird or a symbol of death
February 13, 2016
Sponsor :EveRoper
Categories:
shoos, allusion, bird, evil, myth,
Form:
Personification
There's a quaint little cross roads town that nestles in the shadow,
Of majestic Pikes Peak called Punkin Center in eastern Colorado.
The prime business in town is the Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store,
Where farmers and ranchers congregate to shoot the bull and more!
There you'll find fellers in bib overalls and John Deere tractor caps,
Cowboy hats, scruffy boots, faded jeans and greasy leather chaps.
Some spit streams of terbaccy juice - others enjoy roll-yer-own smokes,
And the air is rant with guffaws as they ply each other with bawdy jokes!
There are Ford 150, Dodge Ram and Chevy Silverado pickups galore,
Waitin' for their owners to load up on this and that from the store.
But they ain't in no hurry - besides it looks like a norther is on the way.
The Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store is a great place to idle time away!
Clyde Purpleears, the owner, stocks plentiful supplies for those in need:
Fertilizer, saddles, bales of hay, manure forks, hog and chicken feed,
Baler twine, hip boots for muckin' out the barn as well as various seeds,
Milk buckets, lariat rope, gloves, shotgun shells and stuff for killin' weeds!
Clyde displays the latest in coyote traps, steel posts and barbed wires,
Nose rings for randy bulls, post hole diggers and John Deere tractor tires!
As the shadow of Pikes Peak creeps over Punkin Center 'bout half past four,
Clyde shoos the loafers out of the Tack and Feed store and closes the door!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
shoos, cowboy-western, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
School time is over
Nothing to cheer
No one at home
Till eve, left alone
Grounds full of houses
None to play around
Virtual world seems so real
Reality is like a Dream
Laptop sits on my Pa's lap
Mama shoos me around
Class work is a chore
Homework is a bore
I can't do what I like
I don't like what I do
I can't even sleep
How can I Dream?
Mornings’ can't even cry
Mouth thrust with paste
Milk does not taste
I am back to my drill
The slum boys out look better
They play in open pools
Like me, they look no fools
They don't even go to schools
Children’s Day is around.
This Poem is written to depict the Angst of a Child
in a Middle-Class family of Modern India
Categories:
shoos, caregiving, childhood, loss, sad,
Form:
Quatrain
The night- serene and dark,
We lay, mellowed in peace,
How silence would embark,
Down to its utter tease.
As no morning moves,
There’s news I don’t see,
only the outside shoos,
but this, this couldn’t be.
Our little bundle of joy
Is heard of- a distant keep,
I want a toy
To lull me back to sleep.
I can’t, there are people all around,
Could I ask them why?
Was it so low to sound
For anyone to pass by.
The crackles, crispy clatter,
Halls that stand still,
That’d been the matter,
Where holes would fill.
The smile, the chill we feel,
No longer a walk in winter,
Would ride us by wheel,
Yet as it'd wither,
There’s a lonesome squeal.
You ask to detest,
But this was a dream,
Sleek as silver, lest
We redeem.
Categories:
shoos, birth, dark, death, destiny,
Form:
Narrative
John John is my buddy, special as hell
And to think I was considering saying farewell
He never lets me down
Shoos away my frowns
A special buddy for sure, unparalleled
Categories:
shoos, friendship,
Form:
Limerick
In Marked Territory 10-28-24 - Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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In Marked Territory
Midnight tightly clasps the darkness,
Like a wounded heart,
In between topaz edges of twilight
And pastels of first light.
Jealous of its cosmos
Shoos away the master of the day
Turning the face of the daystar
To other skies
To claim small hours.
Guardian of vanishing infinities
Speaks
Indigo borders
For moonlight
Moonbows
And wishes on the first brave star
Where waves of the galaxy
Break
Over unseen edges of stellar sands.
Lit only by celestial lanterns
Enchanter
Conjures sovereign spells
Declaring jurisdiction over platinum roses
And
Lover’s sighs
That wax then wane under polar stars.
Night rules this welkin magic,
A sorcerer hiding a book of spells,
This realm under the starry arch
The moonrise
The nebulae decorating the firmament,
Where gravity hems in epiphanies.
Categories:
shoos, night, sky, space,
Form:
Free verse
Flies buzzing around the glass.
Sweet nectar of warm iced tea.
Summer sun on the porch.
Tanning their pale, winter skin.
Side by side they sit,
waiting for it to rain.
Discussing the blue overhead,
without so much as a cloud drifting by.
Up the walk they see him.
Muscle bound as can be.
To shake up two sisters
On a hot summer’s day.
Fanning themselves they smile.
He gives them a seductive grin.
Freeing the shirt from his torso
He begins to mow the lawn.
They flirt in competition
Batting eyes, precious smiles.
Coos in the name of love.
They wonder if he notices at all.
Daddy rolls his eyes in disgust.
Mama smiles at the girls.
She shoos her fawning daughters
into the house to do their chores.
Out the window they peek.
Giggles carry on the summer breeze.
A long hot summer now arrives,
Summer sun shines on the porch.
Categories:
shoos, people, teensummer, summer, sun,
Form:
Free verse
He step off the plane, his own plane, twin-engine Learjet,
The rain runs off his flat-brim as he glances up at the sky, the clouds
And with a glance at his wrist watch he follows his escort, ignoring the camera and lightning flashes,
since he can hardly tell the difference anymore
His representative shoos the 'razzi away,
And he wipes the rain from his sunglasses
realising he really doesn't need them but would die for fashion
He hates how his wet jeans stick to his shins as he scuffs his Piloti shoes on the airport's carpets,
someone tries to get an autograph but can't make eye-contact with him
He casts and apologetic glance backward to his fan, and she will never forget the glance he forgets a second later
He clinks with the chains on his neck and at his belt and at his wrists colliding,
Securtiy watches him curiously,
some knowing who he is, some vaguely aware,
and he smiles, knowing that once he's done they'll know his face,
the one pinned up on walls everywhere, on newspapers, magazines,
The face with the chocolate skin, vanilla teeth and sensual eyes,
He absently adjusts his A-Town hat as he gets into his Murcielago,
His bull Lamborghini humming lovingly under his touch,
Paparazzi left behind, security saying the crowd needs to disperse, fans enthusiastically shouting "I love you!"
He wonders how his kids back home are faring,
daddy's always gone,
and mama always misses him so much,
He finds his phone and calls home
one hand on six-hundred thousand dollars worth of car
another on the ohone with the priceless sound of his children back home.
Categories:
shoos, urbanrain, rain, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
There's a sudden brightness to the dark and dreary sky,
And the icicles drip-drip as they bid the world good-bye.
Sunlight wraps the world in a blanket of pure gold,
As a surge of sudden warmth shoos away the gloomy cold.
Clouds of mist sparkle in a dazzling world of light.
As some brightly colored flowers just complete the stunning sight.
The scent of honeysuckle tickling my nose,
Enveloping me like a blanket from my head down to my toes.
Cherry blossom petals fly around me with the breeze,
Tangling with the green leaves of a grove of sturdy trees.
The soothing touch of freshness on my arms and on my face,
And a carefree, calming breeze cools the air with swirling grace.
The shining sun sets down its charm with gentle, graceful care,
Oh yes its true, the world has changed, 'cause spring is in the air.
Categories:
shoos, april, spring, sunshine,
Form:
Free verse
I am on the phone with Mrs. Kravitz.
You remember her.
Samantha's snoopy neighbor on the TV Show Bewitched.
Oh, you weren't alive in the sixties?
Follow along.
Here is her dialogue.
What is going on?
No telling what this is about.
It is a door to door solicitor, she tells me.
I take care of the neighbors.
He had better not be going over there!
Her elderly neighbor pays her in Valium if she shoos the salesmen away.
I hear her door open.
Slow down Mass Whole!
I’m calling the cops on that one, she tells me.
This is two seconds after telling me she had threatened yet another doctor.
I’ll have his license! She told me. I reported him to the medical board.
It is a wonder she has not been hunted down yet.
Categories:
shoos, humor,
Form:
Prose
Outlaw
They jeer at me
They cast me out
They say
I am not of them
For I am different
My skin is different
My people
Cast me away
Because my skin is fairer
The white man
Shoos me away
Because my skin is darker
They hold back
From me
As if I might
Have a cold
Because I’m different
Because my skin
Is a mystery
To them all
They made me
An outlaw
But my mother
Faraway
Knows me not
As an outlaw
But a missing string
In her guitar.
Categories:
shoos, betrayal, mother, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
"the gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, kisses the blushing leaf."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spring arrives upon gentle Zephyr air.
softly kisses new leaves,
Whispers greetings for birds to share,
shoos snowy thieves.
Scent of new flowers hides in Zephyr's hair,
as new seedlings she checks
She calls sunshine for weather fair,
melt winter's flecks.
Birds fly from winter nests in Zephyr skies
set to build a new nest.
First, a partner catching their eyes,
spring does the rest.
A lovely world forms of greens, subtle golds,
and sweet bird songs surround.
Springtime's magic Zephyr unfolds
joy all around.
December 22, 2022
for Writing Challenge Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables=10, 6, 8, 4
Categories:
shoos, beauty, bird, flower, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
When a new life begins, many come to an end, steps forward on a trecherous path of being,
sprites of luck light the way, yet impish chatter shoos them away, where is the light during
the darkest of nights, where is my shadow in the pale moonlight, if the sun doth rise in the
east, let my path head to the west; eternal summer.
Categories:
shoos, adventurelight, light,
Form: