Best Squally Poems
‘Tis You’
It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures harmony plays and swirls all around.
Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet
as I march on and grasp my dishevelled bonnet.
Singing with a lilt - the moors copious with heather,
I am blown to and fro like a weightless feather.
I hither towards the midst of my burning desire;
Longing making my feet rapid as if on fire.
If I was today my sweet love, my kiss to miss,
Nay - I must not surrender and think only bliss.
Romance - oh the seductiveness of it all!
Cascading down upon me like a waterfall.
Each rising, descent, of the sun as day goes down,
Submerged in his love I rhapsodically drown.
Since thine I have always pledged to forever be,
My ravenous eyes shall only seek to find thee.
I surge on until the glorious sight that I behold
appears suddenly before me like a treasure of gold.
The apparition manifests and it seems to glisten
as I catch my breath through squally weather to listen.
A tuneful, loud whistle from a source closest to my heart,
A call for lovers to reunite - no longer apart.
I knew my love would come being no creator of sorrow,
And I shall yearn again for him till it be morrow.
Thou art more to me than my own self - all life together;
He of sun-rays, moonbeams, his divine light altogether.
Joyful musical notes, a bonnet, in the wind left behind,
As I cry out ‘tis you’ and in loving arms, myself, I find.
Categories:
squally, love, romance,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
silver spray soaking
shell scattered sandy shoreline ~
squally sea subsides
Written 24th August 2020
For haiku 6 poetry contest
Sponsored By Brian Strand
Categories:
squally, beach, sea, silver, weather,
Form:
Haiku
You become Raffles and its Long Bar.
Better, I'd imagine, than it needs,
or probably deserves.
Happy, fair,
tanned loveliness with a dash of sauce
and a hint, I think, of innocence.
Had I noticed that before?
Melbourne today is cold and squally.
Now where I look is stained with sallow sunshine
then buffeted by gloom thicked winds
then still.
Then lashed by rain then still again.
And all about are sodden drifts of autumn.
I wish you were here.
Categories:
squally, love,
Form:
Free verse
Gone under the gripping waves of squally sea of sorrow
Remains of the castle I built with silver sands of dream,
Emerging out of the debris I face the plateau of life fallow.
Aspirations die hard, so I grow wings to fly on sunbeam
Through silver-lined clouds to sanguine summit of success.
Enthralled, I enter golden nest someone built for my access,
Soon it morphs into a cage where I can’t spread my wings,
Confined in stifling ambition, freedom lost, I forget to sing.
As air serenades the spring tune that doesn’t reach me,
Provoked, I break open the golden cage, set my soul free,
Escape the prison to fly once again in the sky of ecstasy.
January 13, 2020
Contest : Any Acrostic of 10 to 12 lines
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Categories:
squally, bird, freedom, life,
Form:
Acrostic
In the opaque mist of the fading night
you disappeared so early before time,
I didn’t know why.
My squally sky fell in torrents of sorrow,
filled to the brim with my melted heart
the bottomless abyss you left.
The wailing olive tears flowed there,
made an emerald sea in me.
In the middle of the unfinished journey
you departed so soon before the sunrise,
I didn’t know why.
On the still shore of the sea of sorrow
I now stand alone in the twilight hours,
see the layers of grief fall with nostalgic night
on the heaving waves breaking the sea.
From the somber sunset horizon
your distant call I hear to sail across the sea,
I don’t know how.
From the aquamarine depths of the serene soul
a voice resonates in the sound of silence :
Wait, the boatman will come on time.
I’m now waiting to see you
on the other side of the sea.
September 21, 2018
Categories:
squally, analogy, loneliness, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind,
the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled.
Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale,
on the ivory forehead their lattice captures my yearning.
The sculpted window panes of the hazel eyes unclosed,
flutter like the flamboyant wings of beguiled butterfly.
Onyx eyelashes line the lissome lids of the eyes,
shelter the dreams in the seamless sapphire sea,
The lilac patina of the luscious lips pursed lissome,
embraces the entrapped silence of latent longing,
carve on your face the contours of cute enticement,
rippling on the pristine petals of florid smile I see frozen.
The resplendent supple cheeks subtly caressed
by the serenading zephyr suffused with vermillion blush,
incandescent in the aurora of the sunburst sequined sky,
I engrave in my enthralled heart your inimitable image.
There I see you glide like a fascinating indigo fairy,
draped in the mesmeric trance of sapphire splendor.
I strive to fathom the profundity of your demure dimension
in the oceanic depth of infinite mystery of opulent charisma.
Soaking the charming shades of your sensuous elegance,
I reach the enchanted edge of expansive imagination,
where in the craving chromatic canvas of my halcyon heart,
in hues of possessed passion I see you as beauty incarnate.
Categories:
squally, analogy, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Racing the oval of tide
Watching the sun and moon collide
Riding on horses in the oval of fate
Saddling on courses in the ring of slate
Horses in breeds of colors and shade
Forces in creeds of odors and glade
Mares and lasses of cold and wintry grounds
Grasses and races on parch, dusty mounds
Sun speaks of myths and bounds of horses' blether
Moon tweaks on blithes and squally weather
Sun and moon are light and dark horses
Scuttling, bustling in many races
Sprinting is a long distance course
Glinting and weltering without remorse
Humans breathe as horses, treading and running with reins
Born to win in the oval... praying, striving with strong veins!
Categories:
squally, courage, men, strength, women,
Form:
Rhyme
Chilled by cold Canadian air
Lake Okanagan’s waters run deep
And so does its Ogopogo
A legend the centuries keep
Native Americans feared it
Animal sacrifices were made
Before they boarded their canoes
And set out to traverse the lake
Campfire stories natives told
Of the monster “Snake in the Lake”
Long before Europeans arrived
To find odd figures in boats’ wakes
On the same latitude as Loch Ness
Ogopogo is thought to dwell
Beneath the cliffs of Squally Point
In an underwater cave’s well
Indian legends oft’ based on fact
And more than lore is in this mix
Thirty cars filled with tourists
Stared in awe, 1926
From fifteen to forty feet long
Lean body with a serpent’s head
Noted scientists suggest it is
A primitive whale once thought dead
Curious folks throughout the world
Are drawn to the creature’s lake
With two hundred sightings to date
Do you think what they’re seeing is fake?
February 24, 2020
For Chantelle's "Your Favorite Legend" contest
Categories:
squally, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
The river is smooth, quiet, and serene.
Our fishing boat is at one with the flow.
Years from now I'll remember this scene
And wish it were like the life I would know.
But that isn't the nature of this estate.
Boulders may bludgeon at every turn.
Debilitating illness may strike early or late.
Rough water tells me I am here to learn.
Problems then are mortality's tool
To form and fashion the person to be.
They take us to the hard-knocks school
To prepare us for life's squally sea.
Categories:
squally, character, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
My hopes became big and bold
The mind could no longer hold
They grew wings of lofty desire
On birds flying in the squally air.
Through the arch of rainbow hue
To the misty horizon they flew
Where the shrouded sun would try
Paint setting colors on cold and moist sky.
They flew in a flock through the cloud
Making designs that made them proud
I tried long to decode the pattern
Some I could, many I couldn’t discern
But the flock made new motifs in flight
Allured me to be with the flying birds of delight.
I couldn’t reach them, gave up in the long run
They all flew away, I waited for their return
For if hopes on wings of birds subsist
They fly away beyond the winter mist.
So, I was in the middle of nowhere
At the edge of my winter severe
And wished the birds that flew away
Would return to me someday
And into dream butterflies they would turn
So real I could touch their colors that would burn
So near I could hear their wings quiver
Beyond the rainbow they won’t disappear ever.
Posted : January 31, 2018
January 19, 2023
For Brian Strand No, 1172 Contest
Categories:
squally, analogy, butterfly, hope, rainbow,
Form:
Rhyme
I sought my truth within the sky
The squally blue, my wings to ply
A thrust on thermals, carried high
And yet, the gospel that I found?
My feet still fixed to feral ground.
I dared to plunge the oceans, deep
To burn in Neptune's coldest keep
And bleed to soft, abiding sleep
Still, dull, his trident couldn't pierce
And all endowed me? Failure, fierce.
I sought a meaning deep within
A quest divorced of flesh and skin
To hone the rusted blade of sin
But all the meat that met me there?
Long since rancid with despair.
I feigned to know a god above
A sacred purpose bound to love
Decanting boundless realms, thereof
Yet, veiled in all that bright expanse?
A dirge divine, devoid the dance.
However long we're called to stay
On this blue marble, night-to-day
Our passioned spirit finds a way
Despite our limits, sky and earth
We NEVER cease to mete our worth.
** FIFTH PLACE in the "Contest 335" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
Categories:
squally, humanity, life, self, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Cletus O'Toole spent some time in Reno
Where he lost his shirt playin' at keno
This caused a great deal of strife
With his long-sufferin' wife
She raged on like a squally El Nino
Categories:
squally, conflict, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
The life stream swerves in undulating landscape,
the concert of murmur cascades melody
that ripples in the whispering air,
the sound of music flies past me unheard
in the depth of silence.
Rains fall in torrent on parched psychic tree,
the rhythm of aria pulsates on dancing leaves,
I keep my succinct senses alert in the scene,
but the symphony fades away unperceived
in the depth of silence.
From the cacophony of unnerving clamor
voices go back to where they come from,
for the stark reality remains hidden shrouded
within the unreachable abyss of my mind
in the depth of silence.
As I walk on the squally path of distraught
the shards of awareness scatter on the trail,
the buds of emotion wither away unbloomed,
the wilted petals lie in the discarded debris
in the depth of silence.
The consciousness layers I cross going inward,
and discover the divine lotus blossom inside,
I hear beguiled the primordial music within
where a speck of universal soul in me resonates
in the depth of silence.
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March 3, 2022
Contest : Consciousness Fulcrum
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
squally, analogy, journey, life, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Where Is My Lighthouse
In This Storm Of Life
For The Light Has Dimmed Or
Maybe Just Gone Out
Tho’ There Are Struggles
Albeit A Lot Of Strife
I Must Keep Pressing Forward
And Not Turnabout
I Often Wonder Who,
Could Even Help Me Find
My Way Through The Squally Waters
Of This My Lifes’ Stride
Is It You? Are You The One?
To Help Guide Me Through
The Journey Of
This Lifes Storms
Oh How I Wonder And
Oh How I Pray
That You Are My Companion
You Are My Love
Categories:
squally, love,
Form:
"drifting in the cosmos of eternal peace
my liberated soul flies contended with the euphoria of being." - by Poet
High above the wasteland of my life
hovered the clumps of gloomy cloud,
in their shifting shadow a desert formed within me,
where with God’s blessings I made an oasis.
In its tranquil depth I drowned the dregs of despair,
the rivulets of rapture flowed in my depression,
beguiling breeze braced me with ripples of bliss,
divine moonbeam mesmerized me with heavenly glow.
My squally sky melted in the cauldron of His enormity,
I saw my new dawn create the panorama of piety.
The hues of happiness He spread in my fervent firmament,
where the wings of ecstasy took me on the eternal flight.
The sandstorm of time couldn’t blow away His image,
the mirage for me morphed into His beckoning expression,
I followed with avid devotion to reach the inner oasis,
where my essence was suffused with the euphoria of living.
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February 12, 2023
Theme chosen : Euphoria
Contest : Writing Challenge - E Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Categories:
squally, analogy, god, inspirational, joy,
Form:
Free verse