Best Squints Poems
Sol squints as His ruby-red eye
peaks over the edge of the Earth.
And as scarlet inks a pink sky,
Day dims, awaiting Dawn's rebirth.
Shades of charcoal dappled on blue;
merge in the creases of the night.
And a lone owl bids Sol adieu;
silhouetted by Day's last light.
Vermilion clouds float overhead;
gathering low above the ground.
And as the far horizon bleeds,
darkness descends without a sound.
Shadows flow like rivers of black
as twilight succumbs to Dusk's dark.
And daylight slips into a crack;
abandoning a landscape; stark.
Categories:
squints, beauty, imagery, imagination, sunset,
Form:
Quatrain
My mirror tells the brutal truth,
a woeful tale of vanished youth
Where one eye squints and one eye shines
and broken dreams are long dark lines.
Emotionless and coldly callous
Honesty without spite or malice
Shamelessly silent yet telling all
Reflecting the writing on the wall.
An image appearing all too clear
Becomes too telling, too austere
Once colorful hues seen on display
Have now faded into a dismal gray
To know and see what is real and true
But then to sadly regret the view.
Telling myself it doesn't matter
Yet knowing, one is bound to shatter.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
Categories:
squints, age, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Standing at the plate there is no doubt
The pitcher is determined to strike me out
He squints to see the catcher's glove
Then spins and swings his arms above
The ball scorches a path across the plate
I feebly swing six days too late
The umpire acts like he's having fun
When he bellowed out, "STRIKE ONE!"
Again the pitcher stares at the dish
While I silently make a wish
Not a big request at all
I only want to hit the ball
The pitcher rears back and throws a curve
The ball starts over there and then begins to swerve
I miss so badly I hit the ground
I can hear people laughing all the way back in town
The umpire is having a belly laugh too
As he holds up two fingers and shouts, "STRIKE TWO!"
The pitcher is doing a cocky dance
While behind the mound hiking up his pants
He looks smug and I hear the catcher say,
"Give it up boy, he's putting you away."
The pitcher shakes off signs 1,2,3
He's saving a special pitch just for me
He peeks out over the top of his glove
I can tell that this strikeout he already loves
He winds up like a crazy corkscrew
Slinging a pitch he has never threw
I close my eyes and jerk the bat
Somehow the bat finds where the ball is at
The crack was the loudest ever heard
Nowhere in this stadium can you hear a word
You can hear a pin drop in this place
Nary a smile on any face
You would think that ball was launched into outer space
But alas, it is just a dribbler to first base
I feel I should get out of town
When I saw the other team high-fiving on the mound
Dad said, "Don't worry son, we'll get them next time champ."
After all it was just my first bat at Little League camp!
Categories:
squints, baseball, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
For an instant he is a lad
smelling the perfume of a young lady
for the first time
or maybe for the second or third,
olfactory memories are powerful
and travel together.
Now on this morning, the snow carries
a peppermint and lilac scent
and he an old man searching for a source.
Here comes a ragged flight of crows,
he squints in the cold sunlight,
dazzled, and yet the crows are more defined now
then they would be in a less brilliant light.
He recalls the same crows
when he was young, the same bright snow
almost blue under their wings.
Did any of this change -
the girl, the crows, the scent,
and sense of it all?
Later he ponders that when the mind falls
into a sensory soup, a medley poured long ago
can shed a lifetime in that one moment,
an instant that opens like an old book
that can be read
for the first time once more.
Categories:
squints, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
ribbon of highway
gleams far into the future
today squints... can’t see
Categories:
squints, future, journey, light, visionary,
Form:
Senryu
Continued from Part 1
The trees, they hang in time and space around me –
trees, which in time before had swayed,
so gently tugged by ocean breezes,
trees, which in time before were lightly lit
with emerald tinted leaves,
trees, which in time before had reached to space above
with twisted tangled fingers,
grasping fingers,
fingers drenched with golden tears
shed by the Mighty Eye.
The trees, they hang in space and time,
benumbed and frozen motionless around me
chilled with rooted premonitions of the void,
their branches clutching darkness
and their leaves foreboding doom.
The muted winds begin to whisper tales
of many frightened things,
which, with mournful apprehension
have hunkered down behind the haze
and ceased their joyful play.
And all the while dank shadows gaily dance
a dismal dance,
for their time is soon to come.
The fitful shore lies suddenly still.
Unfeeling stones and hollow shells,
are paused a little,
stalled,
and dropped haphazardly,
midst their mindless random journey,
now abandoned by the sea,
for fickle waves have slipped away
to greet a falling prey.
And as the Mighty Eye droops lower,
laminated molten lips
are pursed and pucker higher,
sucking in the sky.
Within a trice the Mighty Eye
submits and squints, distended red,
perhaps tormented by fantastic thoughts
of imminent demise,
or else of being lashed beneath a lid
of distant faithless waves.
And as her dying flash dissolves,
two lurid lips arise,
three lusty lips -
a thousand parted limpid lips
which asudden,
though with little haste,
consume the Mighty Eye.
EPILOGUE
The trees are now but lurking shades
amongst the murky shadows.
Relentless fog slips slowly by -
her floating tongues drip silence
as they slink like snakes in stealth nearby.
The lacerated faithless lips have once again returned
to kiss the vacant vapid shores
in a brief eclipse of time.
END
Categories:
squints, nature, space, time,
Form:
THE CARIBE HILTON WINTER
I know she squints her eyes from sunlight straight above
as olive hands lay to her skin, as if in love,
just barely to escape the falling snow
she's gone to where the fools and rich all go
and lies out on the beach I'm only dreaming of.
She sips on planters punch, as gulls dip in the sky,
manipulating where their wings would have them fly;
in waltzes of precision, like the snow
they go to where they want their lives to go,
but never have an end, their love can never die.
Is this not Gods caressing--and the earths delinght,
His dressing of the trees in simple black and white?
How could I leave this world my heart must know
to go where only tropic breezes blow,
Though falls the snow from dawn, and through the winters night?
I surely see the snowflakes in the falling snow
each one is different from the ones that wait below,
just as some individual might be
a little strange and different to me,
but each is all the same, except in what we know.
My lady knows the sun will do her spirits good
and if she can be there, then certainly she should!
But as for me, I've chosen not to go--
to love each minute that my heart can know,
and God shows me the snowflakes, not the snow.
And yet, I wonder at her Hilton Get-away,
and dream of sea gulls, loose and in their play,
San Juan's become the place I want to go,
away from cold, away from gathering of snow,
and in her Paradise, she'll welcome me, I know.
© ron arbuthnot aka ron wilson aka vee bdosa
Categories:
squints, beach, beauty, snow, travel,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Mind Games
…”bottom of the ninth
………”two outs!!
…………………two on
…..three balls
……………two strikes”
“CRACK”
….”.a sinking line drive to left….
……….he moves cat-like across the grass
…………………the game
……………………………….the series….on the line
….chest aching
……….legs burning
…………………he dives……
…..reaching
…………..grasping
………………………..floating
……in the ultimate dream..
………hands caress the ball….
………..tumbling
………………….streaking grass staining his face
………rolling to a stop
…………………the crowd roaring”
…….he squints
…………………….flexes his glove
…………………………………………...hears the crack of the bat
John G. Lawless
11/20/2015
submitted to – Oil Paintings 4&5
sponsor – Eve Roper
Categories:
squints, baseball, childhood, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Movie theater crowded.
Abdomen bubbles,
a scent delivers troubles,
the scent strikes with brass knuckles
the man who dealt it chuckles.
People pinch their noses and squints their eyes.
the man who dealt it continued to eat his cheese fries,
someone yells, were in the move theater cant you realize!
By: Elliott Bowe
POOPING & FARTS contest
Sponsor:Destroyer ~ Poet
Categories:
squints, funny,
Form:
Quatrain
A meditative sun squints
At a cloud imbibing atmosphere
As stars blaze the quilt of night
“To dawn,” says Tick Tock
And the darkness rises
And their doubt shrinks
On the day that forever promises
A will to stop trying
Caution idles motionless
From the gardens of proposal
Walking towards a sea of matrimony
Love blossoms chosen
A bond is sounded hand and ear
A contract sealed to each finger
A covenant resounds from this day forth
As days advance
And nights are spent
Today is…
For he and she always.
J. Hamilton Gist
11/7/2015
Categories:
squints, anniversary, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
EVOL UT I ON ... NO 1 TU LOVE
(The Eden Agenda III)
I have loved most everyone, yet so few have loved me back.
So much good I have done, but suspicions aroused, they attack.
How I so long to drown my sorrows and drown in a tank of arrack.
Is it that they are taken aback, or is it ‘true love’ they truly lack?
How can one with so much love get so little love back?
As long as I have lived, I’ve lived to love so long as I’ve loved to live.
But how can I live for long in a world that does not love to give? ….nor has love enough to give?
Surely I must grieve.
…Or perhaps I shall evolve to no longer believe in all that I perceive.
Therein lies the urge for the surge of my dirge.
Rejected of love, subjected to hate - now dejected with life.
So sensitive that my soul is sliced by the blunt end of a knife.
To whom shall I turn for bandage for these emotional scars?
Even in moments of desperation I’ve looked up to the stars
For out there [I’ve been told] is that which is the Sea of Tranquility,
All I have here is a Dead Sea - in which to drown with my vulnerability.
My shadow refuses to be seen with me - it’s nowhere to be seen at high noon,
Come setting of the Sun, it runs further from me - and stretches out for the Moon.
Why do I not shine such that the Sun beams …and perhaps even squints?
Why do the vultures retch? ….and away from my carcass, the hyena sprints?
I have looked up to the raindrops from heaven - simply yearning to be kissed,
But even they, with accursed stealth - my sad lips they missed.
Who shall cut me a slice of love?
Please apportion a portion.
Who will pour me a cup of warmth?
Please don’t ration the passion.
My spirit is broken, the Spirits have spoken…
The daemons mean to take my life as a token.
Let ‘Caution’ throw me to the wind, I pray;
Havoc, please invite me out to play.
Misery, won’t you hold my hand ….everyday?
Loneliness won’t you be my friend? …Please stay.
Oh, how I feel so low, so lifeless. But then, who cares?
Just another life less….
….another life less
…just another lifeless.
The evolution of my life, I’ve looked at from back to front:
……no 1 tu love.
The creation of my life, I’ve looked, from on high to low:
…….Love from above.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Categories:
squints, christian, depression, faith, life,
Form:
Free verse
Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows
Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood stains that do burrow
From pursed lips, do the painful strains bellow
O'er from silent gun, percussive waves billow
Youthful glint on glimmering memorial glows
From aged lens, vicarious tears solemnly flow
Lad's fawning beams on chivalric statue strew
Elder's sorrowful squints the mediated surface furrow
Young mind each, savory fold does swallow
Aged intellect each corroded line does follow
On gilded bust, youth's prating eyes wallow
Gaunt septuagenarian mourns core now hollow
Around girth, innocent lids embrace time's fleeting shadow
Experienced hearts scorn clones strung from future gallows
New hopes, dreams cover the base now fallow
New doubts, fears sweep sodded ground, now sallow
Categories:
squints, age, angst, career, ,
Form:
Rhyme
There are those who walk among us
materialistically inclined
Their hearts are solely focused
on what they'll leave behind
..prized possessions..properties..
..money in the banks..
..vehicles and commodities..
..attaining higher ranks..
They never give a word or thought
to disadvantaged others
They never see the battles fought
by desperate, homeless brothers
Yet while their pools are full of water
someone's thirst goes unquenched
While they offer no food nor shelter
someone hungers and is drenched
Chandeliers they blaze at night
their neighbours to impress
while some child squints by candlelight
his tender heart much stressed
When will the rich feel sympathy
for those less fortunate
Can they feel an empathy
for one subordinate
I thank God for all the meekness
He has put into my soul
Some may say it's weakness
but I say it's foretold
That some of us will have no fear
to speak out for what's right
That some of us will have no care
for gold nor silver bright
That we can warn our rich and proud
to share, not hoard their treasure
for the cries of hell will sound so loud
when they see how God his people measure...
1 Tim 6:17-19: Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not high-minded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the Living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy; That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute, willing to communicate; laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.
Categories:
squints, discrimination, faith, inspirational, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
Watching her as she sits there painting
I'm wondering what she's thinking of
when she smiles, in thought
or who she might be hating.
When she laughs to herself
with nothing being said,
then she looks to me
without hesitating,
She whispers how much,
she loves me.
She waits to hear
what I'll say in reply
before turning back to
her painting.
When I tell her I love her
she squints her eyes,
bites her bottom lip
then asks me if, it's forever.
I'll be here for you,
when you're hurt, when you
laugh or have something in
your eye or when you just want
to cry.
When I said that, I
love you that day
what I meant is forever.
That's when she knows how much
I really love her.
Categories:
squints, lovelove, me,
Form:
Narrative
I miss something I never had, gripping my heart constantly
my mind drifts , or quiet becomes the tune in my ear.
Shattered dreams,
Questions of why
This is day to day life, as the years fly by.
I miss the place I never gone, the songs I never song
the stories I have yet to write
Not out of my mind, yet not seen
so... out of sight
When my heart cries,
it grips tears of dreams
that only come true
when my shut eyes
are in view.
I close them "WOW" oh so beautiful!!
My dream shows no more regrets
no more visits of past pain
The things I've learned
become shelter
from it's rain.
Learn from it, grow from it,
move on......from it
Take with me only that which makes me strong
that which empowers my soul
I had to go through all along
Upon splitting open my lids
a light of joy squints my vision
as new ideas transforms my many decisions
All while smiling, I see more clearly
my love for writing, my heart holds so dearly
This is where I find freedom of expression
I find a place of restoration
Here the words of my heart can flow
Here is my life's purpose...I know
To write and relieve
all hopes, desires dreams, and needs
The pathway of "MY" writer
on how I shall succeed
"WAKE UP ME"
there is more to see
dreams can be seen past hurtful reality
So I write....
an expression of me
a joyful vision, I'm so happy to see
With or without, Closed Lids
Categories:
squints, dream, heart, day, heart,
Form:
Rhyme Royal