Blustered Poems | Examples

blustered birds

I worry about birds
battered frazzle by winds.
But, with feather fluster
hustles, they withstand, affirm.

There Once Was a Man Named Trump

Once there was a man named Trump,
Whose hair was quite the frump,
He tweeted and he blustered,
But his speeches all just flustered.

He called himself a businessman,
But really just a Twitter fan,
He touted his great wall plan,
But ended up with no real stand.

With each golf game he played,
The American people just brayed,
For they knew this man's charade,
Would lead our country to fade.

So let us all come together,
And vow to make Americba better,
Without this man's orange weather,
We'll prosper and succeed forever.

Boo Bee

Under the creepy tree
Lies a haunted bee, living so free
Comes around, goes around
In a shredded house buried underground

No curse can cease the flying bee
No spell to quell a singing bee
Full moon grows as werewolves howl
Shivering behind the bark is a crying owl

The haunted bee saw the preening owl
Jiggling and blustered, the owl began to brawl
The owl quashed the speeding bee on canvass
Bee was bruised, but the owl was stung...
  fell on pampas

Those Connections Are Sure

There’s some tie between ‘Steal’ and ‘Steel’:
One with a Heart of steel could steal;
A clear link of Sought Rice with price:
At shops we stop to price Rice
A clear connection between Twice
And The kept-in-a-cup White Dice
In ludo, dice may be thrown twice
A strong Bond between ‘Wheel and ‘Reel’
A Real really turns like a Wheel
Some knot tying ‘Heal’ and ‘Man’s Heel’
To walk A Blustered Heel has to heal.
 
All these connections are quite sure,
Except in reasoning we are poor.

Blue Stars Explosion

blub blue big blazing
bedazzling boisterous
brilliant beacon

bright beaming blinding
blustered bloated behemoth
bang banished

brighten bloom beckons
behind black basin
bemoaning

As Is Each Day of Years To Come

As is each day of years to come 

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O’ blustered winds - of coarseness flow
Upon these lips atone
Yon murmured fields of slowly strolled
To quest as if unknown
Lest I call these visions deemed
A’ crying o’er the heart
Breadth o’ mine own eyes hath seen
Nor fancied o’ thy part

It hath been of sorrowed sleep
O’ cast of humbled dreams
That I, for one ~ hath felt the thrill
A’ wash of what it seems
For as with all ~ who’ve angels smiled
And to the long of mind
Within my heart thy taste is real
Of you that I now find

For thee, I say ~ I now must weep
Thy joy engulfs my soul
To breathe is lost from what I see
This heart o’ my control
Happiness doth shed these tears
‘Tis moisture meant to show
O’er all that I hath known this past
My heart doth love thee so 

I pray that I shall not awake
Yon beauty calls my sleep
For if mine eyes should find the sun
I fear that I shan’t keep
This love angelic I hath found
So forged this dream to see
As is each day ~ of years to come
Thy love doth come to me


Just having a little fun

As the Eagle, Came the Wind

As The Eagle, Came The Wind


     As the Eagle, came the wind,

     Above the high mountain peak.	

     And blustered ‘cross the valley
	
     To the sound of raptor’s shriek.

     Blowing from lofty mountain passes

     Where the Eagle chased the breeze

     Was the wind that lifted the Eagle

     Circling over the forest trees.

    The wind that stirred the valley

     Was the Eagle’s strong winged beat.

     And where the lone Eagle flew

     Below its high mountain seat

     Prey that saw the raptors beak,

     Also heard the chill wind’s shriek.

      Inspired by the poem
      'There Came a Wind Like a Bugle'
       by Emily Dickinson.

       Barry Stebbings
         23/06/2018

Blow Out the Candle

I saw you alone with her in silence,
   gaping…there’s not much more I can handle.
You were the one I’d go to for guidance,
   but for now I’ll just blow out the candle.

A blaze we shared under constellations,
   flames of romance; be still my beating fears.
So intense we died in consummation,
   but the breeze came along and brought me tears.

I needed you…like the air in my lungs,
   you needed freedom from my restless heart.
Our hot flare left leaving ashes that stung,
   but the wind blustered, our torch did depart.

Wax melted before we got to dandle, 
   so for now I’ll just blow out the candle.

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Idiom: "Blow Out The Candle"
To me this means the loss of romance; a fire of love burned out

Date Written: July 21, 2016

Marriage Contract

My goal's to reach a hundred
my friend he said to me.
What, runs in cricket, drinking pints?
No years you dope, said he.

I want to live to be a ton,
a century I must reach.
Why on earth do you want to live that long,
you always say life's a beach?

Yes, well I used to think that way,
I was a kid and not mature
I've got a different outlook now,
since I'm married and secure.

Aha said I, I smell a rat.
She's begun to turn you round.
She's put ideas into your head, 
where before not one was found.

No, no, he blustered, going red
My new wife knows her place.
Yes, right behind you with a stick
I thought, like a racehorse in a race.

Well why this idea that you have
to live to be that old?
That's another seventy years away  
three score and ten all told.

I know all that and I'm afraid, 
that it's just got to be.
For the mortgage that I've taken out,
will be just paid off, you see.

3 Acacia Avenue

the big shirt jigged and flapped, 
while the clothes line struggled 
to gain control; wily birds 
stamped their little feet to the
shirt’s sailing- ship, wild-blustered
rhythm;  below, the fat garden
cat licked its lips as Mrs Bridges 
prepared the evening meal, early.

The big shirt jigged and flapped,
While the clothes line…

Sweet Paramour

I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love!  I am the one, who loves 
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered  day;
Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one.

Becoming Spring

Winter’s newborn fusses in blustered billows;
Colicked thunder rumbles from tantrumed lightning.      
    Blossoms nursing heavenward – April showers.
                  Christened is springtime

The Muffin and the Cupcake

The Muffin and the Cupcake

Little miss muffin was resting one day
When a cute little cupcake came looking her way
The gaze he held, was saying one thing
I'm coming over to pull apron string                    

She blushed an blustered and turned all coy         
But couldn’t resist the touch of the boy
Was this the mix she had waited for
Since she had sprung from the old oven door                

He ambled over, his eye on her crest                     
He touched her side to physically test
He needed to see she was not a mirage
For he was battered by beauties barrage              

He felt the warmth that swelled from her heart
And swore that day that they’d never part           
He said, “My darling, with me will you run
I’ll take you a ride and we will have fun                

For you are my muffin and I’m your cupcake
And nothing will sunder the bond that we make”  
She took, his word, their lips came to meet
Was there ever before, kisses tasting so sweet      

The last I heard, they had run away
And merrily danced in their love so they say
So muffin or cupcake, next time you eat
You may have destroyed, but their love not defeat.

On the Death of Elizabeth Edwards

My soul by it is shaken
Like a tree rudely in an arctic wind
My frazzled pretenses fall
Hope, *****, blustered leaves and all
And she still beneath the heaven
Just like that is gone, gone too the heart's din

And I must now believe this
That status and wealth worth nothing, nor fame
Prevent the mishap coming
Nor the cold winds fierce blowing
That all our optimism twist
Death stalks and then coldly strikes out our name

I will let you go, but sigh
Tomorrow as today for the new grief
That children feel and silence
Fear, a vacant evidence
Of all we are neath the sky
Despite our little pillow of bright belief.

Silent Silver Wings

From the murky skies...filled with a legion of clouds,
A brave haze descends upon the bastion of granite.
A deafening thud...shakes the fortress,
Alarming and instilling fear over the populace.

The city of stone...awakened...confronted...
The halls...blackened by the absence of torches.
Massive gusts...blustered the flames,
Dispersed echoes...scattered down the corridors,
As the ground quivered from the flap of wings.

A pallid moon illuminates doom,
An enormous silhouette...breathes a heavily rancid breath.
A late night attack from a winged serpent,
Intensifies the threat and terror...outlining defeat!

The royal armies defeat their battles,
But this is a battle that won’t be conquered.
The legends of yore...of gigantic beasts has come to pass.

And without inflicting harm...the silver serpent,
Leapt quietly...back into the night sky from which it came.
Leaving behind the horrific yet wonderful memory, 
Of it’s mythic yet colossal presence...retold from the days of yore.
Of the curious eyes...from a stonily beast, 
That stopped to see what shined...from the sky.

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