Best Whooshed Poems
As dark clouds dashed and clashed in the sky
Thunder began to boom and rumble
Sensing an impending rain, frogs started croaking
Cows stopped cuddling and began to moo
Soon pitter- pat came down the raindrops.
landed on roof tops with a heavy thud
they broke and cracked into tiny droplets
gurgled and gushed through canals and drains.
And joined the brooks that babbled,
merging with waterfalls that whooshed.
Along with the rain, came the roaring wind
as it passed, the bells clanged
windchimes whispered, wires on poles whistled
doors slammed shut and windows creaked
grasses swished and leaves rustled.
Birds fell silent and stopped tweeting
When the pouring rain came to a sudden halt,
The rattle was over with everything falling silent.
We wrapped a long length of red holy cloth around
his body, slung him between two green bamboo poles,
and carried him to the edge of the Bagmati river.
We covered his cold nostrils with soft cotton balls and
placed six sacred beads of Rudraksha in his palm for moksha.
We lit a bunch of sandalwood incense and stuck their points
near his head. We threw a tong of rice on his chest and started
chanting mantras for the peace of his soul. I walked around
the pyre with a burning piece of wood and lit a handful of kindling
at his feet. The dry logs whooshed and the pieces of flesh
sizzled and spluttered. The flakes of ashes flew off and fell on our heads.
Later, as the sun turned red on the horizon, we left the burning
pyre to go home. The black oil lantern was hanging down from the wall
its faint orange light barely filled the balcony of my house.
Nearby, my small brother kept on expecting for Grandfather home soon
from the farm, with a bottle of baby pots, pedaling his rusty axon bicycle.
Moggnome was a wee little soul from Tashee,
standing on tiptoes, he might reach to your knee.
Pomegranate face, fringed by dandelion fluff,
a thickly thatched head, and like that wasn’t enough,
for it grew on his hands, and his ankles and feet,
bird nest like brows, it also clung to his cheek.
If he’d ever given thought to a cut and a shave,
there would be enough clippings, to fill up a cave.
For Moggnome had much more hair, than most,
it would stick to the knife, as he buttered his toast.
If he washed from a sink, it would clog up the drain,
so when storm clouds appeared, he’d shampoo in the rain.
It was wild and unruly, with a mind of its own,
like a candy floss head, crowning a paper stack cone.
But below the surface of this savage, dense mane,
beat a stalwart heart, tempered by an astute brain.
Strolling one morning, Moggnome’s mind gave a lurch,
for swinging from a bough, like a bird on a perch,
sat the fairest young maiden, of gnome lore it seems,
a charcoal haired beauty, he would seek as his queen.
With a smile kissed by angels, she gave him a nod,
and his spirit soared skyward, as though sunk in a bog.
Her eyes glimmered like emeralds, imbedded in moss,
but how to woo this sweet vision, he felt at a loss.
At that very moment, a troll charged out at full gear,
his aim was that pendant, now screaming with fear.
Moggnome rolled at the troll, like a tumbleweed mass,
the impact as he struck, even felt by the lass.
They twirled and they spun like a trundling wheel,
and as they came to a halt, attack lost its appeal.
Shaken and bewildered, the troll bolted retreat.
Not a word would he mention, of this humbling defeat.
As Moggnome brushed off dust, from head to thigh,
his breath whooshed out, in the form of a sigh.
The maiden stood anchored, in the shimmering light,
While she gazed at her hero, with awe and delight.
She advanced like a vision, a nymph from his sleep,
and with a kiss to his brow, his hair curled like a sheep.
Some say they were wed, at that very same place,
where Moggnome won honour, and his sweetheart’s grace.
I was all wet at first tumbling down
A tear from a cloud
It was getting cold but then I saw
A snowflake falling by me
My arms and legs became frozen
Twirling down spinning around and around
If I fall upon the branch of a tree
I will be able to rest comfortably
But if I fall on the road a snowplow
Will gather us all and shove us off to the side
If I fall on a car, we can all go for a ride
Until the wipers push us aside
If I fall in a river I will be whooshed away
Turning back into water drifting away
If I fall on a dog, he will shake me off
If I fall on the ground, I will melt away
Giving a fresh drink to the plants below
This one tiny snowflake putting on
A Christmas show delivering happiness
To all those watching me fall from the sky
How beautiful am I
There she sat, head tilted back in elegance
Pushed
By her father in her
Pink plastic chariot
Barely two years old
With golden multicultural skin
A crown of silken shiny curls
Framed her gorgeous face of regency
Style, heirs and grace
And she knew
She was fabulous
As she was whooshed past my
Car window
Off through the grey sordid concerete
As a bright cheery spot
Pushed by her proud, proud father
Gracefully
Picking her tiny
Button nose ....
"Kismet is inevitable...in vain we attempt to shape our future" (By Poet)
Kismet brought two intense souls together,
two young buds, early in life,
Kismet separated the two kindred ecstatic spirits
sending to distant corners of the world,
for a huge void in time!
a breathtaking garden of Dahlias and Chrysanthemums,
a dreamy swing, a myriad of books to share and read,
tied them in a cherished bond,
engrossed with each other in breathless euphoria of youth,
they had the slightest clue,
What life was all about!
a yellow poncho, a few handmade dolls,
a dry parched garland - that’s all she left behind,
when one morning the magical garden was bare,
the blessed swing empty, he didn’t know
where the chirping birds disappeared!
the murmuring wind whooshed around,
but didn’t answer!
a glorious story of love and loss -
Kismet brought them back together,
her softest fragrance can never be lost,
love found its way back anew,
bloomed spreading its divine aroma,
who can hide the ravishing splendour,
of a never-lost passion,
emotions overflowing with adoration!
light shines bright from the untold promise,
trust, dreams of a life-long song,
echoing destiny without barriers,
eventual melting of two souls in one!
March 10, 2023
Theme: Kismet (Old Turkish word meaning "Fate, Destiny")
Inspired by Writing Challenge - "K" words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Brian Strand Premier No. 1198 Poetry Contest
She lies on the plush, green grass,
Gazing up at the starry sky.
It would rain today said the weather forecast
But the sky was clear and the ground was dry.
The wind whooshed past her,
And tousled her hair,
An owl called nearby but she did not fear
When she stared at the night sky, away went her despairs.
The stars smiled and beckoned
At her to come up and join them.
For she too was a star,
Shining brightly in the darkness.
She stood and pranced around in the meadow,
Her skirt twirling behind her as bunnies peeked behind trees.
She laughs into the darkness but the only sound that followed was he echo.
She inhaled the sweet scent of flowers as she danced with the breeze
Before she headed home
She took out a jar and filled it with silver stardust.
And every night she would remind herself
That she too was a gleaming, shining star.
A father and his son
Spent quality time each day
Communicating, having fun
Through adventures and at play.
On one such occasion, his boy's
Leisure would never be the same.
He opened up his sons eyes
To the wonder of paper airplanes!
With a brand new sheet of paper,
They folded rather neat.
They whooshed their new planes to and fro.
Their joy pure and complete.
They made different types
And put them to the test.
This could last for hours!
Until they found their best.
Now the boy is all grown up
With children of his own.
They love it when he tells them
About the first paper airplane he'd flown.
And now he watches on
As his youngsters take delight
In creating paper airplanes
And thrusting them in flight.
Written 19th August 2022
The Teddy Bears got up today
All washed and brushed their hair.
They sat around to eat some food
With all their thoughts elsewhere.
A special day ahead was planned
Involving Lionel’s car.
With hats and coats and picnic made
and Freddie’s new guitar.
They set off on the motorway
At a quarter past eleven.
Cruising in the middle lane
Just near the River Seven.
The weathers good the sun did shine
There were no clouds in sight.
They parked up in a farmer’s field
And set camp for the night.
Sitting near a blazing fire
With sausages on prongs.
Freddy tried to play along
While Lisa sang some songs.
At evening time the moon came up
A mist softly descended.
Ghost stories that were being told
More scary than intended.
In amongst the twisted trees
Soft breeze was gently blowing.
A light was seen by all around
Floating-moving-glowing.
They wished they hadn’t started this
The bears were getting scared.
Rupert hiding in his tent
None of them prepared.
What happened next we can’t be sure
A cold wind whistled through.
The fire went out, the tent collapsed
A Ghost came into view.
“Hello you lots let have some fun”
The apparition said.
It whooshed and swooped and dived and slid
And landed on its head
“We’ve never met a Ghost before”
Our Ted was bravely speaking.
All the others in their beds
With only Lisa peeking.
“It’s been very nice to meet you
Ted was now explaining
“Best you go back to your space”
And leave whilst night remaining.
When Ted was back within his tent
The other bears were cheering
They knew that when they went to sleep
No Ghost would use their clearing.
They got up in the early morn
And quickly cleared away.
Back in the car to take them home
New adventures everyday.
On that faithful day;
A day that will never be dismissed from the mind.
It was a beautiful morning,
And from the city I watched the two glaring towers,
Standing body to body like twins,
As the sun passed through them to shine.
I imagined my likes inside these towers
Going about their usual calls for duty,
And the next minute in a blink,
The attack whooshed in and spared no foe.
Some rescued but not as they were;
Some turned ashes and went with flames;
Others buried by the beautiful towers,
as they crushed down with little or no help.
What is happening to us?
Is the world coming to an end?
Cried every mind running insane,
As toxic palls went after them like a monster;
People running helter-skelter like aroused ants,
As their nostrils seek a protective refuge,
Not to be the cause of more death.
Homes taken over by smokes and heat
Leaving residents out in the street;
Children screaming to cling to their mothers,
But mothers no where to be found.
Oh! What a day that cursed parents childless
And made children orphans;
Day and night so far as foes,
As the day was so long that find the night.
Fear became the only feelings of the heart,
as the beautiful day turned an ugly night.
If I were to make a wish,
I would have wished the day never came;
I would have wished 9/11 was but a movies caption
Handsomely taking home an oscar.
Have I powers enough to hold back the hands of time,
I would have stopped the day that came by night.
But behold, it was but a horrible day,
Claiming every life it could find
And flaming the city in destruction.
And for the deceased noble authorities,
What would you have done?
Other than giving your lives for a life,
To save the nation from the dark day.
Minds will always remember your selflessness,
Your bejeweled monuments will always be flowered
And never anniversaries cease to bear your memories,
For the lives you died to save
On that dreadful day.
walked and walked tirelessly for miles and miles
crossing vast dales and steep soaring mountains,
in search of you, my beloved, found you at last..
How did I not know where my true love was!
we met at untainted dawn of life
when we hardly recognized the passion
between two souls, but the day you left,
my world broke down as sandcastles on a sea-shore,
I was a crushed, forlorn, broken-winged bird,
you tip-toed softly in my dreams,
your angelic face shone like a shimmering star in obscurity.
endless journey of love…in summer, in winter,
my eternal quest continued even when it rained incessantly..
stormy rough nights, the blustery wind
whooshed and howled, I was in ceaseless pain.
All my life I walked and walked tirelessly for you,
miles and miles of vast dales and steep soaring mountains,
You are finally with me, my life at harmony
How did I not know where my true love was!
Sally Jane hung out the clothes
As her employer did upstairs doze
It was the same every week
Sally Jane's outlook was so bleak
An orphan child found in the lane
By the Reverend Parson Cane
He brought her to the parsonage
Her first job was to turn each bible's page
Hidden from view below the pulpit
Inside it's depths she would happily sit
Her next job was when she was a bit older
Carried milk pails slung across each shoulder
She whooshed the laying hens and cocks
And scaring crows as she ran about
shaking the hems of her frocks
When grown she had no permanent home
She preferred to live outdoors and to roam
As night fell a haystack, or in the winter a farmer's barn
On stormy nights that wetted the land
Sally Jane's cover was never planned
She arrived soaked through at any random door
They let her in and she slept on the floor
Now in her fiftieth year
Many village folk shed a tear
She had spontaneously combusted in John's hayrick
There had been no indication she had ever been sick
Her funeral was yesterday
Poor Sally Jane, it's a mystery.
Domestic
The lady was a goddess in her looks and demeanor. Very beautiful in every way. From the way she swayed her hips to her seductive smile to fluttering her eyelids. It was what wasn’t said that got men’s attention but the hidden and unseen, images placed in their minds eye. Only one man was lucky to own her heart. For a long time they were happy. Then he ballsed it up big time. They had a domestic, he beat her to an inch of her life. Bruising her goddess looks beyond recognition, making blood flow like a river, snapping her precious bones like twigs, leaving her to die. Only she didn’t die. For she really was a Goddess. Her wounds healed and she went after her violent boyfriend. She caught him in the pub with another woman. A punch in the face broke the other girl’s nose and permanently ruined her looks. The girl fled. The Goddess ordered her boyfriend to the car park. It’s over she told him. He looked dumbly at her. Then smiled. She was ready for his right hook, blocking it in a swift move. Following through, she twisted his arm and broke it. Like he broke her arm before. His scream was hideous. Dropping him to the floor, the Goddess methodically went round his body. His good arm was next and then his legs. All broke quickly and without effort. Her small frame belied great strength. Standing over him she looked down at him. He whispered one word: why? The Goddess smiled. And replied, revenge my dear. There’s one last thing I must do. It will hurt. From out of her outstretched left hand, an orange line of fire whooshed forth and devoured his corpse. He uttered the most gut wrenching scream of his life. And was silent. Angry flames shriveled his corpse and turned it to ash. A crowd had gathered, standing well back. Frightened. Let this be a lesson to all of you angry young men, shouted the Goddess. Then she was gone.
I walked and walked tirelessly for thousands of miles
crossing vast dales and steep soaring mountains far,
in search of you, my beloved, found you at last..
How did I not know where my true love were!
O my angel, we met at untainted dawn of life
when we hardly recognized how passionate we felt
my world broke down as sandcastles on a sea-shore, I..
crushed, forlorn, like a broken-winged bird, the day you left
I will never forget the desperate feeling
of a dreary painful loss being without you,
you tip-toed softly in my dreams, your angelic face
shining like a shimmering star in azure blue.
endless journey of love…in summer, in winter,
eternal quest continued in incessant rain
stormy rough nights, the blustery wind whooshed and howled,
blinded my musing eyes, I was in ceaseless pain.
All my life I walked and walked tirelessly for you,
thousand miles of vast dales and steep mountains far
You finally with me, my life at harmony
How did I not know where my true love were!
July 17, 2022
Syllables (12 and 13, Refrain - 10) checked by HMS.com
I wonder how it will be ,
The silence as it echoes,
The waves slapping the ground,
The cold breeze dancing all around,
The trees as they whooshed and talked,
The Sun as it stitched a golden horizon,
Finally retiring from it's monotonous job.
What a magical moment it will be,
As an instinctive smile creeps within.
When stress and pressure be replaced,
By satisfaction and glee,
I wish I could experience this daily.
5/8/2022