Best Wisping Poems
September meets with warm embrace,
quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface
what's left of summer's arid grace.
The linen hanging on the line
dances with the gust and shine,
while maypops heavy on the vine,
with honeysuckle, twist and twine.
The cool grass tickles naked feet
while weaned lambs in the distance bleat,
and find some shelter from the heat
'neath leafy canopy retreat.
The gentle wind so jaunt'ly plays
and tousles copper hair ablaze
like furious dancing autumn rays
from Mabon's fiery upraise.
Through rustling leaves the sunbeams glint,
I catch the balm of sage and mint,
and every herb and floral scent
blown to me by the wind's dissent.
Breathing deep olfactory prose
until the old red rooster crows
waking me from my repose
and from beneath the tree, I rose.
When as I rose, a red leaf fell,
wisping down its last farewell;
a changing season to foretell;
the coming bounty doth compel.
Cicadas loudly buzz along
and sing their end of summer song,
o'er by the thorny brambles throng;
unto the prairie they belong.
By and by, I turned my mind
back to the farm and daily grind,
collecting eggs where I can find;
inside the henhouse, else behind.
The hens put up a bitter fuss
with feathers flying from the truss,
so I let out an angry cuss.
Still, they obliged; allowed me thus.
Upon it all, I took my leave,
finished with my blast and thieve
much to the angry birds' aggrieve;
giving them a day's reprieve.
Outside the coop, behind the fence,
my greedy boar approached me whence,
grunting for his recompense,
and so two eggs I offered thence.
Then on, as careful as I might
into the farmhouse kitchen white,
delivered up the shelled delight
to feed the morrow's appetite.
Upon the ending of this chore,
I happened back outside once more,
to watch the day fade into lore,
and Luna make her grand encore.
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Light vanished upon his leaving
with the final grip of dusk--
the fragrance of trees wisping softly
and I feel left out ...he is gone
into the restless clang
of winds booming; a melodv
which makes noises louder
than my roars-- and within the luster
of stars...not a tincture eases this heart,
my despair hollering dear father's name
In umbra of midnight, he doesn't answer.
Nayda Ivette Negron’s Melancholy Contest
9/26/2016
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* My Dad passed on alone in his
death bed; we were all requested to go home
for a while after spending hours in the ICU
of a military hospital.
Seeping heavy under my skin
Shivering inception
Calming from its wisping caress
Tenderly soothing
Reaching with tendril like fingers
Lithe and satin
Permeating through my veins
Enveloping essence
Taming the maelstrom within me
Purity embracing
Divulging the rains of promise
Cleansing shame
Defusing against the flow of time
Forever young
Standing open in naked candor
Unselfish passion
Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated truck trimmed in intricate trestles
Who was the first message in a bottle for
Bobbles of sheerest ink like Scottish lochs
as.morning mists turn solid for a movement
I enjoy being wrong
Keeping pictures of the dead to the soon to be
Words the unleashed an atom
Words that end wars
illlusions putting fuses to the con
My muse has left
So I better be …….gon
Lustrous black hangs over pale skin
Gleaming green under deities sight
Wheeling toes transfer lanolin
Watchers skill shadows this neophyte
Who's damning dexterity draws in
The old woman watching weaving
Whispering advice to halt spokes
But fibrous boasts offend mountain
War horns sound an electric warning
Arachne's eyes roll with faster strokes
Athena whets sharp javelin
Circling pressure spills lymphocyte
An emerald eyed grimalkin
Issuing challenge instead of a fight
To save face in front of kin
Anxiously she begins fabricating
Charring wood, wisping smoke
Arachne remembers old sin
Clean fingers start recording
Twenty one episodes to provoke
Woven lust impregnates linen
Details capture birthright
Divine lashes flicker, flecking venin
Mortal legs levitate, threads snap and choke
Defiant victory from the coffin
Punished and reborn with aconite
To appease her guilt for relaxed reign
Arachne is transformed and hanging
Always spinning; a masterstroke
Wisping kitchen sunlight
through dust and wood smoke.
Golden hairs from her body
from a shake as she woke.
Rising up gently
slowly down as they float.
And brushing my oatmeal
with a fresh yellow coat.
Winter trees in the sand standing naked on the land
Howling winds and wisping leaves salty smells from roaring seas
Skies of blue and grounds of gray all look cold on this winters day
the stars cry rivers of light
as the moon bows his head
the planet pauses in prayer
a laureate is now dead
words of wisdom were let fly
from the heart of mind and soul
to the pages we now read
in our minds she will forever stroll
a life lived without any fear
as seen in poetry and prize
and the truth of each line
is still in earth, it will rise
from the wisping dust she rose
poverty was the cloak she wore
with the passing of the years
she shredded it off some more
a technicolour warrior for peace
with hope enough for the world
she scribed her name on eternity
in heavens arms she’s curled
so the stars will continue to cry
the moon still bows his head
these prayers will be ongoing
we grieve that a poet is dead
Let Me Share the Winds Flight Today
Let me share the winds flight today
Moving to and fro knowing no boundaries
Lifting the fall leaves in a beautiful twirling song
Scattering seeds here and there to rest all winter long
Let me share the winds flight today
Moving without being visible yet being seen
Brushing faces gently like butterfly kisses
Flowing past the stars filled with a thousand wishes
Let me share the winds flight today
Soaring into places nothing else can enter
Giving flight to the wings of eagles and hawks descent
Driving the snow in pillars of white glistening winter events.
Let me share the winds flight today
Reaching speeds powerful enough to move the mountains
Scattering raindrops to fall gently on flowering rose petals
Wisping chimes in a beautiful chorus produced by useless metals
Let me share the winds flight today
Unknown and unafraid able to reach even the lowest places
Touching every person along the way with love
Spreading the Good News of God like the purity of a white dove.
Sadi
Wisping winds whisk whispered whimsies willows’ way.
By the pond, we ponder potent possibilities posed by pollinated passions.
As we divine dallying delights depicting developing days,
Moonbeams mobilize to mob us on the mossy mound.
Only when this cigar ends
I'll sit and stare, at the ashes
as they fall, a little of my heart
mixed in with them all
Quietly laced through your
shadow, I'd taste each memory
till I forget, the colors and crevices
Of your face, if only you'd let
me slip as slowly, as the smoke
from these lips..
I have loved boundlessly
and thought left empty
yet in the moments
minutes and hours,
we laid in the stars
of each others eyes,
I found ecstasy but also
unfathomable sadness
Finding you in this life
stitching my destiny,
into the silken fabrics
of our days together
Was a pattern designed
to be rent with tears,
but weaves chaotic arc
found lusting symmetry
the burdens of life
strained the linen,
binding our bodies
to perfections edge
as the hem began to fray
and the gaping material
of the masterpiece of us
finally tore to shreds
I knew then,
no matter the quality
of the sewing,
every bolt of cloth
we wove together
will be stitches in dust
But a boundless love
isn't draped in clothes,
Its intangible wisping
in the universe, forever
and my loves sigh,
how beautiful it was
losing blood like a hemorrhage.
it’s your hands that will bleed this time.
stale, Dauphin eyes break and feed
tragic Calamity, when the wisping clouds
,with their wisping mouths, wisp no more.
biting at the king’s ears; hearing what I hear
placing yourself at a foreign view. . .a retarding world of laugh-
people
cotton candy swirled like frothy mocha lattes...
nasty little people - little children, running into countertops.
vita brevis, so they say
yes! this is just like you thought it would be.
You scrape me with your branches; I drive this axe across your back.
Picking up where we left off among the stains and stable troughs my hand becomes
a path into my veins
And if I manage to shake off this dredge in which I walked across the longest bridge
and toppled off like rain
But saints and saintly sinners cracking smiles and pointing fingers washing stains
from the windows painted red
Will try but quickly failing, to stay awake I'm sailing out this waking nightmare aching
twitching bed
My shadow has a name and a stately white horse figure clutch me closely breathe
your gold inside of me
For if I fall profusely, make sure to not refuse me one more wisping float atop the
sparkling sea
And all the times I scream and shout inside my head not coming out my mouth the
way it crawled across my eyes
And every time that I want out each door beside me spewing grout reminds me that
this hallways' a disguise
So lying here my belly aches grinding false bicuspids shake my head falls off and
rolls under this bed
Leaning sideways looking round I notice that this filthy ground is no more less or
more than what's been said
So everything is every thing and all the things are everything and everything but
nothing will delude
And so my time spent rummaging in other's rooms beneath their feet they never
woke and here I must conclude
grey witches using magical powers for good or evil
does it matter , should it matter,
do I care? not really
whats in it for me
what do we gain each time we commit witchery
I'm a wizard chemist, i can create anything with your magic earth bearing ingredients , lets create dark synthesis
sinister ingredients with sinister consequences
red and blue whirl pools in pyrex tubes creating a deadly brew
add a 2 to the LI making the molecule grow in size
red smoke wisping from are deadly cauldron
one last thing is needed for this deadly brew
an act of passion to complete the potion
your soft cold lips kiss me
poisoning me
I love the cyanide kisses you give to me
with knowledge and powerful emotion
we created perfect chemistry,