It'd taken root in desert sands
a cactus that never bloomed
for in its past a secret loomed...
struck down as justice demands
Left to blow about in the wind,
detached from what was real
no guilt or remorse did it feel...
just a vagabond who had sinned
I’ve been working on this poem
it’s called (Blown Away)
Don’t worry, there’s no bullets
just some points to be made
I can write it with an arrow
from an old weathervane
dip the tip in lead
and be on my way
with a heavy sway
I’ve been feeling kinda dizzy
but can’t explain
how I keep going south
into a hurricane
Double-barrel primed
I’m ready to blow
blinded by flashes
This can go anyway
who gets to say?
I’ve been crossing minefields
on a pair of stilts
The wind’s at my back
my trousers make sails
I’m falling to bits
spinal tissue exposed
my ribs come detached
But the outlook’s okay
I had spare ones today
I’ve been throwing paper planes
on the rehab lawn
They’re below Mach speed
and the gardener waves
Gliding on zephyrs,
let’s the edges unfold
Unraveling daisy cutters
my payload explodes
No time to pray
but I did yesterday
(yes I did yesterday)
By David Kavanagh
Sand Dunes Hiku
stretches of sand dunes
blown away by wild winds~
nature`s piece of art
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n -a –t -u-r-e-`s p- I- e- c- e o-f a- r- t.
a tiny drizzle or an avalanche of water cascading like Niagara Falls?
April is giving us a joyful nod, emptying her clouds one at a time
Clothes on the line went from being sprinkled to saturated
robins had been hopping happily; now they are in hiding
I was dancing with joy for the garden and I needed rain
But this is a muddy mess, the lawn is swampy, grass seeds washed away
my umbrella is inside out, for this storm has brought intense wind
It feels like a monsoon.
I have stopped splashing. Electricity is zapping across the sky.
God appears to be moving a piano up there.
Loud sounds of crashing and thrashing.
A full-blown thunderstorm.
A soft breeze blows a leaf
It scuttles and scurries across the porch
Brown and shriveled, looks a bit like an oak leaf
Dead, yet still able to move in the wind
I can hear another hearty gale from the west
I wait for the leaf’s next performance
As she slides across the porch my puppy chases her
A new full blown addiction
ls now what l possess
Which has entirely captured my body and soul
Its intense hold…. mere words cannot express
Five months now since it started
Yet it is completely out of control
It is all l can think about
Embedded eternally in my soul
This desire and longing is unbearable
The deep need for it is above all other
I must get my fix come what may
If not …what desperate measures it may uncover?
I believe my addiction is with me forever
For my life ,its entirety and no shorter
I must confess that my addiction is
My beautiful five month old granddaughter!!
Time ...
the enigmatic
trap
we’re all caught within
(The New Room: November, 2024)
My next door neighbour
was killed in a gas explosion.
On his tombstone
it simply said.
Rest in pieces
long time dead.
Bubbles blown, float in the air,
Shaking shining, way up there,
Blow them high, watch them fly,
Then pop them, Saying: 'Bye-Bye'!
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Watch them sparkle, watch them grow,
Tiny rainbows, all aglow,
Dancing in the morning light.
Soapy balls up in flight.
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Catch a bubble in your hand,
Gently make it belly-land.
Be quick, they're sticky,
The catch is tricky!
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Blow them softly, watch them soar,
Let's blow and pop some more!
Watch them float, up in the sky
Going up, ever so high.
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Rapturous joy, sets my spirit alight,
Gliding in free-flight, with shear delight,
The frolicking, rollicking laughter, fills the air,
With dancing and happiness beyond compare,
My heart is aflame, no fears in sight,
I'm blown away by sheer delight.
gray tranquility
cloudy unmoving pensive
endearing silence
moments before rain
loud whip cracks across the sky
wind quickly picks up
full blown thunderstorm
peace is obliterated
nothing tranquil now
I see dandelion
Rock gently by the wind blows
Each pappus drifting.
snow covered cities
the texture is like blown dust
sparkle of diamonds
I first heard the word 'abrosexual' today
I confess I was totally blown away
Today bed a woman, tomorrow a man
To every desire say, "Yes I can"
Life endlessly changes, there's constant flux
Who am I? What am I? That is its crux
what we had forbade
arm blown off by a grenade
body in grave laid
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