Best Wipers Poems
Is it
simply a case of precipitation,
moist warm air condensation
or are they God’s tears showering us with love,
as rain washes away our sorrows,
in the hope of brighter tomorrows.
Gloomy grey skies conceal a shy sun
with murky dull clouds lingering.
A cornucopia of soggy brown leaves
slither and slide under our feet.
A plethora of rain drops fall capriciously
with no concern for those they disturb.
Ladies shelter under umbrellas appearing morose,
whilst school children splatter in puddles,
laughing and giggling in sheer delight.
The rain is never cold when one is young.
Pollutant auto mobiles drive by monotonously
their passengers are safe as
windscreen wipers clear their way.
Stores are lit with commercialised displays
as the air fills with excitement for fun that awaits.
In hope the October rain does not dampen their spirits.
Squirrels gather up supplies ready to hibernate.
High above birds fly south for warmer temperatures.
A fragile old leaf falls upon me through the blustery wind,
leading to a philosophical thought about turning over a new leaf.
Lost within the season of change and contemplation,
one thing will never change though –
the October rain.
The Silent One
originally written 29 October 2015
re-posted 18 October 2017
Categories:
wipers, autumn, october, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Standing on the broken cement of the back porch
silently staring into the skies
and talking to myself
Fingers struggling to keep appearances
windshield wipers across my cheek
watercolors gone white
Flippant, fanatical, furious
patient, protective, passionate
trying to love the beast
Sending dreams to the clean ears of the open air
returned quickly, clutched in your mouth, crushed
presented for reward
Dead birds delivered to my doorstep
my nature wants to heal them, bury them
yours waits and wags its tail
Categories:
wipers, depression, family, forgiveness, introspection
Form:
Free verse
clinging to a wind-tossed leaf
a red-and-black-spotted ladybug
flips upside down, then
right side up
again and again
in rapid succession
as if she were caught on
windshield wipers whapping madly
‘midst a driving rain
Categories:
wipers, adventure, car, imagery, insect,
Form:
Imagism
I still hear the stray cat clink of your teeth
smell a rage a brewing
feel tension build
as we sit silent
frozen porcelain figurines
emotionally hollow
fragile
about to crack
like ice on the drivers side window
front seat getting cold
wipers counting silent pauses
conversation, stalled
making life changing decisions
someones future hanging on words
that will not come out no matter how I try
stuttering explanations about wa wa wa....why?
why I did it
why it happened
what your gonna do about it
how you gonna seek your revenge
when can I expect retribution
how long will it take my flesh to heal
are plaster casts biodegradable?
is there gonna be a police report
are they gonna arrest me for your violence
might they be serving baloney sandwiches
who will post my bond?
will I be to macho to tell Officer Friendly
would he even believe me?
searing into my torso
then memory
a drifting apart
like a parent and child
awaiting the smash
the smash
Categories:
wipers, recovery from,
Form:
Narrative
Slate gray streets made even darker by cutting raindrops
Umbrellas popping up everywhere, people seeking shelter
But I stayed put, wanting to get drained with the rain,
then I hear this tinkling voice that says, “Don’t you just love it when it rains?!”
I look at her wearily and her eyes actually gleam with laughter
Oh geez, this lady was my total opposite. I was brooding, she was brimming.
I power-up my go away vibes, but she was like a darned magnet…
Was I the ferromagnetic one, or was she?
She gushed on the metaphor of rain in her life, and I didn’t feel like drowning.
Listening to her amidst the onslaught was so refreshing, making me thirstier…
There we were, two drenched souls, sitting on the pavement, chatting up a storm.
Of all her descriptions of rain, one in particular stood out for me…
Pearl drops strung on silver strands …
She said, “Rain for me would be silver strands streaking an otherwise somber sky…
pearl drops strung on silver strands, broken by the heavens to share with us.
See how precious it is?” Then she continued on with the metaphor for pearls…
Her words felt like windshield wipers to me, and I could see clearly now
By then, the rains had softened, and a lone pearl drop landed on her eyelashes
-that made me look closer at her eyes… her beautiful, wise, yet cloudy eyes…
I have never looked at rain the same way since then.
For Andrea's and Susan's Silver Strands contest
Categories:
wipers, imagination, inspirational, people, me,
Form:
Narrative
A little bird
Dropped a little turd
Upon my clean windshield
I pushed the button but no fluid did it yield
My wipers swiped and smeared a stripe
And now I'm mad enough to fight
I grabbed a bottle to sprinkle the stain
But the wind took it from me to my disdain
Cursing the bird
With a dirty word
I hear a dreadful sound
I then pull over and receive a fine for throwing litter on the ground
So if a bird drops you a turd and the fluid is all dry
Don't fret don't curse don't even cry
Just pull over and clean the spot
And save yourself alot
Categories:
wipers, anger, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Two Nuns travel through Europe by car
Guided by the heavens North Star
Transylvania they reach
Hymn singing they preach
Not realizing they have come so far
At a busy junction they now stop
The red light is about to colour swap
Then out of the night
A most scaring sight
Onto their bonnet Dracula did drop
Sister Francine to Sister Helen said
On with the wipers, off with his head
Darn, that never worked
On this darkly toothed berk
He's hanging on, foot down, of they sped
What shall I do, Sister Francine says
Sister Helen shouts, window wiper spray
At the Vatican I filled
It's heavenly chilled
This time he's sure to go away
The Holy Water now having been yield
Has the demons fate now been sealed
To rid of this dross
Please show him your cross
Get the **** off the windshield!
~*~ This piece has been turned into a Limerick from a joke doing the rounds ~*~
Categories:
wipers, funnysister, sister,
Form:
Limerick
Men enjoy the smell of Camel cigarettes at the check-in counter
just like they enjoy the sound of bones tapping on wood
in the late AM in the hallways. Stilettos are from God.
Then, the slow tapping at his door. The heart beats more.
The drunkenness of his eye. They enjoy.
Spider-like, how both women with dyed
blonde hair and coarse, rubicund skin
crawl to John on the bed.
The strange car downstairs with lights on still waits outside.
The women begin to kiss each other’s lips.
One with a small bump above her lip
quickly hooks her fingers at the top edge of his pants.
One bends down in front of him. The other, with her hands, touches what is sacred.
The rickety sound of the window air conditioner shakes and rattles.
The old stench in the carpet swells.
Outside, the rain begins to pour sideways. It bangs dramatically on the roof.
The man working the late shift behind the front counter
with an old, small TV on his lap is drunk again.
A sound of something on the floor moves. He lazily opens his eyes and sees nothing and closes them.
A light-skinned, middle-aged black man in a car parked car outside
with the windshield wipers still on waits in silence.
His body is slumped towards the steering wheel, gun in his hand
as if he was waiting for a sign to make a move if he had to.
Categories:
wipers, addiction, angst, deep, lust,
Form:
Lyric
(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)
When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell of raindrop pelts on dry terrain;
our windshield wipers sing a break-dance song
cocooned within a vacuum too arcane
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.
Yet now we join our neighbors’ glum refrain
to pray for moisture measured to prolong;
our plants show wilted heads bent down in pain
while air, intense with heat, forecasts a fire.
As angels whisper crimson, blue and green,
the earth greens up as winter hides again,
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.
Categories:
wipers, earth, prayer, rain,
Form:
Sonnet
Snowflakes float
Whimsically on the wind
Drift
Soar
Fall
Gentle merging of
Terrestrial elements
Seeking
Cosmic order of
Patterned perfection
Children frolic with Frosty
Making snowmen and
Snow angels
Snowflakes melt
Swept aside by
Busy wipers on
Sliding cars on
Slippery roads
With dizzy drivers
Seeking stars and
Sparkling moonbeams
On lonely roads
In lonely lives
Where snowflakes fall
Categories:
wipers, beauty, destiny, life, march,
Form:
Free verse
You’re wasting your weekends on electronic lovers,
They float by like ghosts on the screen,
You’re kissing Clark Gable and you waltz Fred Astaire
In re-runs you’ve already seen.
You’re changing the stations—you change your emotions—
From channel to channel in vain.
The six o’clock news man is laughing at you,
And the talk show believes you’re insane.
Your television set don’t love you, darlin’
So how come you watch it from bed?
Your television set don’t love you, darlin’,
So why don’t you love me instead?
Down at the tavern my Budweiser loves me,
There’s a TV set over the bar,
And the girl on the screen, she reminds me of you,
So I get up and go to my car.
I drive through the night and the windshield wipers
Remove all the rain from the glass—
It’s like a wide screen, and our show’s off the air…
Our soap opera just didn’t last…
Categories:
wipers, angst, lost love, lovelove,
Form:
Verse
As the rain pelted down on my windshield
hypnotic wipers swayed back and forth
stuck in a traffic mass exodus
I exited south out of New York
Deep in thought regarding the funeral
in the solitude of my mobile sanctuary
spellbound by memorable family scenes
played out by my movie projector cerebral
My eyes were glued to the road
while my minds eye multi tasked
very much aware that I was driving
the surreal movie reel didn't last
Once again I had been daydreaming
as I pulled up to a stop sign just ahead
and with a odd feeling that time had briefly stopped
glanced at the time on my watch
5-29-18
Categories:
wipers, day, dream, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
Two thousand years ago,
when Jesus Christ walked the earth
He brought the kingdom of God message,
delivered it to every front door
The Lord healed the sick and broken-hearted,
cast out the devils and fed the poor
Jesus gave of Himself to everybody in need
He turned no one away ...
The Lord’s parting words to us were: Love one another,
watch and pray
But we haven’t been faithful
in doing the things we were commanded to do:
We only watch out for ourselves,
we don’t look out for anyone else
We only pray for ourselves,
we don’t pray for no one else
We don’t love one another,
we don’t take care of each other
When a have-brother be driving,
moving slow in the rain,
with his window wipers working
to keep him in the right lane
Even though his windows get clear,
he don’t see the pain and suffering
all around
And when the rain ends,
he speeds up and keep moving on
I wish my have-brother would slow down
once again every now and then
And take a closer look at his have not-sister
who is suffering
Slow down ... turn around
Stop ... help out
This is my soul plea,
my cry for humanity
Where does charity begin,
where does compassion end?
Have-brother help out your have not-sister suffering
Where does your charity end,
where does your compassion begin?
Have-sister help out your have not-brother suffering
Slow down ... turn around
Stop ... help out
This is my soul plea,
my cry for humanity
When I’m riding through any ghetto,
a deep sadness wells up inside of me
I see so many people I don’t know,
suffering a lot of pain and misery
Have-brother,
have-sister
have pity
on those who have not,
and are in need
Have-sister,
have-brother
have mercy
on those who have not,
and whose eyes beg you to see
Categories:
wipers, love, spiritual, wisdom,
Form:
Bio
You cannot change the past, as time is linear
Time is but a limited automobile.
It cannot move backwards.
It’s rear windows, a definite ebony.
It’s windshield wipers invisible to the eye.
You can drive
Awake, for the car does not drive itself or you
You drive it while it guides you
You are not your fate, but your fate is what you become
Whatever you mean
Fate takes you where it takes you
Fate is in control of your life
But so are you
Put your hands on the wheel
Foot on the gas
Drive, but don’t stop
You cannot change the past, but you can live in the present
Time is but a concept, fate is but a friend.
This friend has no end
For its end ended before a new you had begun
This car is Right, always moving Right.
Categories:
wipers, car, deep, destiny, extended
Form:
Free verse
Even when we grow old
hair the color of tombstones
and bones that sound like
wet windshield wipers as
we slow dance across the living room
i will still make love to you.
Like it is our last night on this
earth.
when our love fills the air like
blunt smoke from the joints
we rolled our first night
And that night we didn't just
make love, we made life.
life wasn't too much worth living
until i peered into the the eyes
of my first born child
and i thought wow.
i will add this to the list of
things in this world i find
most beautiful:
my mother's smile, the eyes of our
child, you on our wedding night.
and that night was glorious
so we danced... like it was our last
lasting as long as the music before
it dies but our love never will.
so when we grow old, hair the
color of tombstones, bones
that sound like wet windshield
wipers whenever we slow dance
across the living room, i will
still love you like it is our
last night on this earth and
when our millions of children
roam the earth, when the dust from
our bones are gone
and our names forgotten,
Ill be glad knowing it was our last.
Categories:
wipers, love,
Form:
Free verse