Best Whiffed Poems

The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I...

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Written: November 24, 2023
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Seraphic sand is sapped on the seashore
As swirling waters swallowed the load roar.
The roiling river rapidly ground to an oar 
Shore seaweed—pure praise to restore.
 
A skylark beat the cords, its wings...

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Grinding you in the coal black mortar of my expectations,
I know your substance is not one to powder under impact
And yet I work here, feverish, to prove my trepidations wrong
I grind you, harder against the walls, and you never powder,
You are shards of glass, getting...

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Father time legendarily and Omni potently 
 existentially linkedin, binding cradle to grave 
since advent of *****sapiens, the whiffed bald credo 
 an employee most adhere ta have 
and keep source of income, subtly graduated punctuality 
   necessary benefit extant. 

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color awe
so crystal as to hear an
enigma

whiffed fragrance
a strangeness to scarcely taste
obscure scenes

light is sown
feel the warmth that follows miles
minds do smile


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"An individual whose conscious awareness is such that a sound becomes fused with a sense of color and taste; for whom each fleeting impression...

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Have you walked the bushland trails?
With Banksias all around
And whiffed the scent of rotting leaves
All scattered on the ground

Have you walked with sand beneath your toes?
Amidst the seashells lining beach
Your hair all blowing in the wind
As salty air your mouth does reach

Have you lifted up...

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Floating on life waters of which I drink too much
Whiffed on angel wings in arms that’s tranquil to the touch
Searching souls where chances of escape is very slim
And surviving equals staring in the eyes of reapers grim
Slashing strings and snatching as he cuts me down...

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Two perfect feet and too perfect hands
My wish for you, ________ when the stork finally lands
As sleep becomes scarce and the crying never ends
Know that you are forever surrounded by friends
You've got this and that, and the next thing too
Because a fantastic loving mother is...

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languid doldrums, swaying lanyard, sails hanging loose

  dreary small drums reverberate, neurons dumbing down

  nerve ends fuse, sunlit shadows depict my numbing frown

  feelings grind dull, thoughts stranded in the dangling sluice


  sudden intermittent draught, strengthening breeze

  mind and body...

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"Pipeline: Hawaii's North Shore where Championship Surfing Meets are held, remains the deadliest since records began in the 60s."

Golden shores surfed duo gift essence new threshold,
History made two by sea,
Footprint holds their granule sunk traces, queues the bold,
Long woods wee came two by sea,
Boarders store...

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Lessons To Learn

There are so many lessons to learn
Like being nice guy and taking turn
And to old lady should offer seat
Next time on bus again repeat
People's feelings start to discern.

In middle of sea, we were adrift
Smelled an aroma that we whiffed
At an enchanter isle we...

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Vanilla times revisited me. 
It was delicate when it met my nose.
My mouth moistened as it tingled the candied fragrance.
Overcome by its embrace
Stifled by its warmth.
I knew this aroma intimately and I welcomed it with merriment.
It was my relief
My alleviation from this world.
It was vacation...

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Whilst walking by the sea at the very crack of dawn
An early morning saunter on this special Christmas morn

Something caught my eye just as I meandered by
It was different, it was still, had it fallen from the sky

As I got a little closer to this...

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The sailing ships above my head,
unimageable shapes navigating through,
as I walk the lonely stretch of the beach.
Memories stir chapters of the past.

I always wondered what my life would have been
if I took a different course, then the one I took.

That day the colors fanned out...

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A poet at the Mall. 

At the mall, yes we have one near Faro, I met a poet.
The mall is nicely built and has two bell towers. 
 From a time to time, they chime to remind us why we are 
here not sit on...

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