Best Vanes Poems

Where have the years gone-
like soft feathers, they soon fly,
floating in the breeze of life,
fragile, wispy thoughts
to gather in, one by one;
to stroke each with loving care,
smoothing the edges
ruffled in their years of flight;
feathers of our memory.

They fly much faster
as we age; it seems to...

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The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep
And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap.
Time for some mischief, he mischievously said,
I'll shake up Manvile and fill them with dread.

For such a vile creature was the Williwonk,  you see
Quite different from the likes of you...

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When the morning light,squeaks through the vanes;
of wooden casements and windowpanes.

When eyes glued shut,from night time fears,
are opened wanly to mornings clear.

That’s when in the corners of my mind,
thoughts of you rush forth to find;

Soft smiles, open arms and a warm heart,
You know I’ve loved...

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Within a catcher, dreams do scream
feathers redeem 
man's sullied soul
sweet dreams the goal

Within their vanes they transfix
each demon lick
each channeling's
imaginings

Within the web they flutter, curs
nightmare mutters
beaded offerings
each feather sings

Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Just a Minute!
Date 10/20/12

*It is believed that the origin of the Native American dream...

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Summer season was  my childhood’s  greatest fun  time,
We played with toys out of a coconut tree which is a tree of life,
We  built  little houses beautifully and so high as we climbed
Like a flying trapeze  on its leaves, ...

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On the Mother Moon

Between the lipatospace and terrloid of two techtronic plates, great fountains of terrasawl pour from a captured dormant lake,
Crimsondands of cluster clouds, and seep oily resin amidst, smoking craterlike angulated compact pressing fleeing corralmist.
Giants shift as if anger was a pledge, where...

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Like silent sentries
in a row
the pylon docks
await my arrival.
It is low tide as I
step onto the
gangway.
Crusty barnacles
cling tenaciously 
to the pylons
as salt sea water
laps the rocky 
shoreline.

A lanky blue heron
carefully picks
it's way
between the fingers 
of the dock slips.
A cool breeze
picks up
and the boats 
respond
bobbing to...

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Brackish-gurgling days that
Unobtrusively slid along
Past tussock grass and curled up 
Balls of Fern...
Glued tightly onto structured vanes
Of outstretched frond.
Venerable Mosses reciting epic tales,
Measured throughout Metronomical 
Strains,
Chanting methodically in harmonious
Downturn - 
Wherein contained: 
Foreboding dialects delivered in a 
Forgotten Gaelic tongue,
Magical incantations sung in unison -
Agelessly...

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Thumping with a life, blood flowing through veins
Beauty composes the view, weather vanes
Brown, red, yellow, orange are all present
Dormancy floods tree seeming heaven sent
But death nears as time bears its dreary end
The limbs are all crooked and surely bend
Beds are filled with leaves old and...

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In the endless void of night,
Giant shadows take the fight
  Into the realm of intuition,
Setting wrecks of reason free,
Drugs and dreams, no guarantee
  To shrink the risk of retribution.

And as the fog of dawn descends,
It seeds nocturnal odds and ends
  With fatigue,...

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The Parallel Extinction 


	Parallel mirrors hold my reflection; hundreds of them circle around my vessel some of
them laughing, others are steadily watching me, concentrating on the seed that allows me
to think.  
These disfigured porous projections, needing a little light for protection, but the shine
keeps...

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When the 21st century stepped into its third decade, the major tone of the world sharply switched. Internecine confrontation, cartelism and calumniation snaffled the high pitch, while comprehension, cooperation and cosmopolitanism, like ill-adapting burdens and nuisances, are inexorably pitched out of the era's finickier and...

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I've never known a fixed address.  I love the home we've made for three years in our rental house so I'm sad that it's now up for sale.  Last night, I sat in the sunroom thinking of how much I'll miss the joy...

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Your branches like arms
you suck me
growth in my breast

Your roots merge in vanes
your hair blows with winds
and play in my laps

You beat me when you get hurt
I fell into lamentation
And I think of you my baby...

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Staring out of my window panes
at open fields and weather vanes
on my tractor seat, a woman's glove?
and I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love

Freshly tilled garden and the smell of dirt
Somewhere a farm girl that wants to flirt
and a pigeon soars or is it...

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