Best Spray Poems
silver spray soaking
shell scattered sandy shoreline ~
squally sea subsides
Written 24th August 2020
For haiku 6 poetry contest
Sponsored By Brian Strand
soft keystrokes on a typewriter
make the ink bleed and mark the page
steel-grey and ocean-spray were the colour of my lover's eyes
i remember looking into them and seeing our future together
i held her hand and put it up to my beating heart
i promised to never leave her side
i was always just a call away
i was always just a text away
eight-thousand two-hundred and ninety-nine days
then you said your final goodbye
you closed your eyes for the last time
and i couldn't believe that you were gone
you were the love of my life
you were my Everything
Sunlight glistens off the tumbling waves
Two children laughing and enjoying the day
Collecting shells, saltwater spray
Worries are forgotten
Sands through the palm of my hand
Ebbing away the worries and pain
I look to the sky and pray for a better life
And know in my heart someone is watching over us
One DIRTY BIRD COP and (our) cities burn... again
Now some want to defund or get rid of police altogether.
Others want to strip citizens of their 2nd Amendment RIGHTS.
If they get their way, there'll be a huge run on
Big-mouthed dogs, knives, Louisville sluggers, and bear spray.
You can bet the ogres of our society would be
buffing their Saturday night specials
and HIGH-FIVING to their good fortune,
Good luck to all the GOOD PEOPLE of our great nation.
SWING AWAY -spray away- read away...bite away!
Summer
Relaxation
White crested waves wildly dancing
Release cool ocean spray, refreshing
Beach time
fast plunging gannets
churning the sea white with spray -
mothers floury hands.
Flaws
The bugspray was very reliant.
It covered the ants all compliant.
They nested all day
then came out to play.
Mutations had turned them to giants.
Flawless
It turns out the spray was not lethal.
The ants drank it all and were gleeful.
They danced and they played.
And most of them stayed,
where they could be sure of a refill!!!
Written for SKAT's Flawless vs' Flaws contest
Sea Spray (getting my salt on again)
Shake the cobwebs from my mind
hidden places elusive
hard even for me to find
shedding layers, strings unwind
Grow me a red beard
shave my head, shipboard doo
thinking clearly, feeling weird
situations often worse than feared
Making up recipes for camel ball soup
eel meat, pinches of saffron
powdered rhino snoot
For now, no more baby poop
Up another gangway leaving it all behind
one more Captains office, ‘Articles’ signed
taking the watch, changing the clocks
Exactly what am I trying to find
***
Through salt stained window dawn rises
rubs the whitecaps from her eyes
and stretches. . . on forever
***
Eat your citrus get in the loop
prevents scurvy maybe even the whoop
potatoes or yams, one pound a day
And you, yet to get a sloop
Salt Spray
drops of tiny clear but bitter salt
appear the result of my insult
sprinkle spraying down from your twin suns
this painful evening it runs and runs
it runs away from the dying light
it’s affecting your red tearful sight
flowing down your frowning freckled face
you need my warm husband love embrace
words aired in regretful past anger
now become our love’s heavy anchor
my words now need to be the first aid
and apply a heartfelt wound band aid
salt spray may well birth love’s miscarriage
salt corrosion ruins a marriage
-updated 25 August-
Insecticide spray
Death is coming
can you hear the planes?
Spraying their poisonous package
Sprinkling down like rain
deaf to violence
blind to famine
The government convicts and kills
with without remorse to feel
death than silence
confined & dilapidated
United states of terror
New world order
creeps nearer and nearer
Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds mean invite to investment of innermost inherited insectivorous institutionalised ignorant ignoramus's ingots'. But glowing of an ear bug is common in a torque typed torture chamber and a chamber is not a champion nor a charred crispy cross crossed conifer. Camels that eat hard cheese are said to be better prophets than penguins on skateboards. Fornicating false frocks falsely fall. And a little black and grey horse was speaking kindly to a tiny ball of fur which turned out to be a mouse name but cat in shape and body. How rather cruel! And derogatory too. Yet the smirking slug like actions secreting slime of a prawn headed monster with many man tentacles' and tentacles are terror and definitely not treacle treading treats. Salivate not a big bit of pie then? Fir pie is a composition of sorts types and kinds and akin to a pulsating ball of confused idiosyncratic ideological wisdom of orders originating from a glass bottom jug which weighs forty two kilos and cost eleven cities, two million towns, twenty thousand small villages, and ten hamlets. These are in a deposit global zone. A whirl of supposed suppository suppers in stupors seen but senseless. It is wise to break a mould then to create a new work for the art show shower. And bathe before baking the perimeter of pie. For pie without radius is a ravishing radish reaching radii. And how polite is a polish then? No ha no x and a big x to it as well. And one should always dangle mirrored glasses while wearing a sun hat and riding a one centimetre bull down the tidal bores. Z refurbishment z at two hens to twenty one ducks at half time. Z
(This is a fictional poem)
My cousin spits lots of saliva when he talks.
If you're near him, you'll slip on the floor when you walk.
If he's standing on dirt, he turns it to mud.
If he talks too long, he causes a flood.
People are getting tired of being covered with spit.
I'll kick his ___ if he doesn't learn to say it, not spray it.
A person who's slathered in spray
To keep flying insects at bay
May still be surprised
If one bug, though despised,
Bites or stings after finding a way.
For although they're put off by the smell
Which, when tested, appears to repel
One brave flyer just might
Dive in quick for a bite,
One itch gone as the other does swell.
I have a can of wasp and hornet spray on my desk
It says killer on it.
Do I feel guilty?
Not a bit.
Will I use it?
Oh, yes!
During the day the wasps hide out in cracks and crevices.
But when my computer is on at night, they creep out of their places.
Landing on my screen, startling me.
Like flying mice only more deadly.
When they land on my arm I have to resist the urge to swat them.
I have been stung before.
Most unpleasant.
I reach from the green can,
at the ready.
A vanilla spray
Lovely scent but some afraid
Milly is afraid
We spray it on her
She runs away screaming
It is quite funny