As birdlife, dull windless calms
Adrift, within
Waits he, but on whose outcome, heart's own
Uplift promotes.
Corresponds to that breathy
Voiced for which girl
Thereout, if anything should activate
Bright-skied, bright notes.
Sweet like a cherry, Hot like the sun, One morning she became whole once more. No guilt no shame
Just pure again, Down Highways no one enjoyed she felt her heart covered in gold. One little glance
With one gust of wind, He blows my mind like a Breeze. I felt like dropping to my knees, Screaming up there. Dads gone do I really deserve this. the feelings unsure felt too real to her though, She is Thankful even when it’s unknown. she wanted to be healed and shown, He guided her to the doors with hopes of taking her fears and holding them close. Closer than ever before, She fears nothing when she is alone, she stays strong, you are her lucky charm.
A chill breeze blows in the ghetto
radiators silent -- empty cupboards rattle
Raw hands wince from the sting of snow
a chill breeze blows in the ghetto
A mother huddles with her brood in a drafty room
no heat emanates from the ice-cold moon
Their cries die in the wind-swept snow
~ a chill breeze blows in the ghetto
Exploring nature what do I see?
your beauty looking back at me.
What a pretty bird and bee.
The wind softy blows,
kissing the rose.
Peace by my side,
your pathway is my guide.
As always, you won’t remember tomorrow. The words you spew without a care, that damage more than a bullet. He takes the verbal blows just like a pro boxer at this stage of the game called life, so used to being your personal punching bag. Yet there you are, drowning yourself in alcohol again and again. Maybe one day, that little boy inside will see he has more worth than being a personal punching bag and taking the verbal blows again and again.
You are more than his addiction.
You are worth respect.
My snowblower really blows.
Was it the rain, sleet or snow?
Did it not have enough choke?
Or was it the pullcord that froze?
The electric starter plays tricks on me.
Turns out it just had two screws to lose.
Putting it far from the free-will to spin.
Waited two days for the weather to thrill.
Work my way back to the heart of the problem.
Drumming through the drama I found the solution.
for Tanka-Haiku Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan
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the southerly blows
chilling the depths of the soul
icicles, hang low.
daytime turns to night
sun hidden away inside
heavy clouds of grey.
hibernating till the days
of warmth, will rise again.
As long as the wind still blows
His words will still reecho
In the dreams we forget when we wake
In the thoughts that dip and surface.
"Africa must unite
We have the resources
We have the manpower
Only unity remains"
These words will fly with the Monsoon
Across the plains of South Sudan, Cameroon
Climb the hills of DR Congo, walk the lonely deserts of Libya
Drift through the woods of Mozambique, through Ethiopia’s.
They will reecho in Somalia’s savannah
Breathe through the Sahel, Nigeria’s deep oil fields
Flow with the Yenge River of Sierra Leone
Until we hold them close, and call them our own.
And maybe then, in silent knowing
We’ll find the meaning we kept postponing.
The wind blows fiercely tonight, carrying with it cold whispers,
And my thoughts fly to the boys in the forgotten row of life,
I hope some of them find solace in a bottle of red wine,
For on the edge of that world, you clearly see how everything is locked and barred,
You realize every corner already belongs to someone, with locks on the gates,
That's how our democracy works, a well-directed play,
Where you get what you can, keep what you have, and maybe add more,
If luck wills it, if the wind doesn't scatter your dreams,
That's how dictatorship works too, only there slavery comes to life,
And the lost are swallowed, forgotten like shadows in the dark,
But we have forgotten our own, let them disappear into the wind,
In both worlds, you feel the cold, harsh wind piercing the soul,
It reminds you of our collective loneliness, of indifference,
And in this wind, which knows no borders or regimes,
I realize we are all lost travelers, without shelter.
The North wind blew, ominous, nights now longer,
testing resolve, deepening dread, the fear of
darkness stalking, time to distil impulses …
lighting lamp of love.
The East wind blew, promising warmth of sol’s touch,
proximity to the source enlivening
heart, thus bringing boons of grace, that gratitude …
lights the lamp of love.
The South wind blew, caused on soul choosing to shift,
resting thought forms, magnetism stirring within,
kundalini dissolving karma, that we …
light the lamp of love.
The West wind blew, last life breath, teleporting
presence from earth to heaven, making soul’s eye
synced with divine consciousness magically …
lighting lamp of love.
A bruised mind from blows of thoughts,
A heavy heart, with emotions caught,
In a maze of reflections, I wander and roam,
Searching for solace, a place to call home.
The weight of worries, a burden to bear,
A constant barrage, of fears and despair,
The mind a battlefield, where thoughts collide,
Leaving scars, and a soul to hide.
The echoes of memories, a haunting refrain,
A reminder of joys, and loves in vain,
The whispers of what-ifs, a nagging pain,
A bruised mind struggling, to love again.
But still I hold on, to hope's thin thread,
A glimmer of light, in the darkest dread,
For in the silence, a voice whispers low,
"Healing will come, and peace will grow."
So I'll tend to my mind, with gentle care,
And nurture the wounds, that thoughts have shared,
And though bruised and battered, I'll find a way,
To rise above, and seize a brighter day.
without adjectives and adverbs the wind would just be ....well...the wind
Consider this carefully,
The questions which I pose:
Do you study which way,
Which way the wind blows?
Do you try and battle against it,
Or just go where it goes?
Or do you prefer just to wait,
Wait till it eases, wait till it slows?
Or just continue in the direction,
The direction YOU chose?
Of all the insidious signs
'Abortion is Health Care'
just blows my mind
for Abortion is 'Women's Self-Care' ~
the infant's murder sealed and signed
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Abortion, however, is normally warranted
in cases of rape and/or danger to the health
of the pregnant mother...
There's a wind that's mighty blows
There His breathe that's subtainted life so
This mighty, mighty righteous wind flows
From my Father into me so
Growing mghty Wind
comes down into me again
in an abundant grasp fills me
Growing mighty Wind
lets me be rooted and standing
tall boldy everlasting
From my Father into me so
This mighty, mighty righteous wind flows
There His breathe that's subtainted life so
There's a wind that's mighty blows
From my Father into me so
There His breathe that's subtainted life
Elohim grand creator grace
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