Blusters Poems | Examples

Along with the Thunder

He brings awful thunder.
With all his disdain,
he booms and he blusters
with words most profane.

Along with the thunder -
like sparks on a plain -
comes lightning that he
simply cannot contain.

Those blazes of hatred
that she can’t constrain
come suddenly! What
made him so inhumane?

Like crops set on fire -
her heart is the grain
reducing to ashes.
His rage is her bane.

A love once held dear
she no more can feign.
He feels this, and strikes her
again and again.

Along with the thunder
come torrents of rain.
She drowns in the hurt
from which he won’t refrain.

He’s vowed she will die
if she severs the chain
that binds her to him
in unholy pain!

She tried once to flee,
but it was in vain.
Control that is thunder’s
he’ll always maintain.

So pray for all women
within thunder’s reign -
that freedom from it
once more they’ll regain.

October Nips

Busty shaped and large of hip
the busy winds of October
buffet my brain
within its whistling cave.

Around the shoulders
of every lumpy molehill
taverns and tankards
bloom in a russet corner of light.

September leaves
leave, shaking their brittle cuffs
and frills,
they fly sideways
riding upon broken rafts
of tangled sticks.

October blusters as it bustles,
its wide-spread mouth warmed-over
by wafts and beery blasts.

Now is the time to flap long coats,
to run ahead of a creaking moon
as it rolls drunkenly
into winters nippy
and thin-lipped ice.

Tangerine Sunset

Written: Apri 26, 2024 For Joseph May Contest

2. Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns

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Immersed in the saffron hues of twilight,
I roar out in gloom unsure what to write.
A colorful drape and tangerine light,
With nook of day and serenade of night. 

As the wind blusters chrysanthemums swing,
Stems capture the final ray of the wing.
A hallelujah chant fulfills the sky,
Hibiscus awe, soothing hues fade away. 

Wisteria warmth waits as leading hint,
Clad in the melody of the song, splint.
Amid whirling dragonflies, stars impede,
Junction of neat pearls in ivory bead. 

Bathed in orange dawn crafted poet light,
Chrysanthemums bloom and lyrics glow bright.

Falls Magical Splendor

Golden light appears in tier after tier
As if Mother Nature were on a spree
Fall's magical splendor each passing year
Transforming the colors of every tree

Colors she chooses are all warmer hues
Flaxen yellow, marmalades and pure reds
Old russet and bright chartreuse to confuse
Over dark forest floors boldly she spreads

Is it winter coming she would deter?
His icy breath blusters as winds blow cold
As in years before — Autumn must demur
Silently wearing her golden blindfold

Like drifting leaves that fall by the roadway
We'll return to life some wonderful day

Blusters Forcasted

too much rain and
too much sunshine today

puddles dry-up upon windy licks
then shake like wet dogs.

rainstorms sweep the sky away
to make room for the returning glare
of a pissed-of sun

mercury Thermometers are frustratingly fickle
but we all know that this is Ohio
and so, dress for the chance
of the odd minor tornado

it may settle down tomorrow
or get worse

the farms animals are in the barn
the critters are hunkered down
yellow buses carry kids
away from or into danger

but nothing unexpected
happens here
its only the predictable weather
and still only spring.

Crenelated Crimson

In deep crenelated crimson,
Autumn arrives in regal robes.
Her boisterous blue burgundy
surging with violent carmine.

Autumn arrives in regal robes
carpeting the earth with fractured
parquet of mismatched, misshaped shards-
a luscious ramollescence.

Her boisterous blue burgundy
cape blusters with bolstered boldness
as she whips the wind to climax 
and She reigns as queen for the day.

Surging with violent carmine,
capped rivers rage with Her breath
and rains fall relentlessly as
She settles in for the long night.


*Retourne format: four quatrains, eight syllables each line, written with a tumbling refrain. The lines of the first stanza provide an opening refrain for the ensuing stanzas. xABC Axxx Bxxx Cxxx. Unrhymed.

First Days of Summer

first days of summer

first days of summer
 solstice heat shimmers and sweats ~
  cool blue seaside waves

sun yawns in azure skies
 wakes up sleepy bumblebees ~
  orchard fruit grows large

summer wind swirls up
 blusters through garden meadows ~
  ripe plumbs swing and sway

hot spell sizzles
 mirages look like phantoms ~
  playful ocean breezes

feral festival
 rowdy season chases clouds ~
  rain waits with zephyrs

afternoon soft hush
 flowers gather sunbeam stars ~
  dewdrop gems sparkle

frogs begin to croak
 crickets warm up symphonies ~
  firefly fandangoes

6-23-22

Bibble the Blue Footed Booby Battles Brothers Bestie

Bibble, the Blue Footed Booby believes bubbles are beautiful.
Babs B. Brown, his brother’s best bestie bashes his belief to bits.
Bibble blusters and babbles, breezily blowing bright blue bubbles.
Bibble’s Booby brother, Billy barely arrives before a battle begins.

Winter Bomb

unfettered Winter bomb…k’boom,
the flurries driven up the coast.
ferocious and furious gloom.
clinks bride and groom, the whiteout toast.

violence of blistering snow.
killer bees of vanilla sting.
in ev’ry direction it blows -
so merrily drunk, blusters, sings,

staggering into banks and drifts -
the furry ones must save their hides,
in ground holes and sanctified shifts,
as Northeast is taken for a ride.

migratory flakes’ buried deep.
a shuddering dragon’s blast calls.
the sleigh bells snap, crackle, pop, sleep.
a party’s on as darkness falls.

shivers as the storm gets drunker.
the kegger of beer gone - drank it.
towns, villages, cities hunker
down, underneath the chill blanket.

1/27/2022

Miss Me Yet - In Trump's Own Words

I told you, you would miss me
The minute I was gone
Tough to swallow, hard to see
The extent of Joe's real con.

First he promised, some believed
His sole aim a power grab,
Many listened quite relieved
For his special brand of drab.

Can't you see the mess he's made
All he touches turns to dust,
Yet it's us his failures paid
As our country turns to rust.

Still he blusters unperturbed,
One bad choice after another,
And if by now you're not disturbed,
You can join him in the gutter.
.
But despite all this foul gloom
Months of nothing every day,
Wait for me to see us bloom
I'm the man for which to pray.

Three more years you may well wait
With sad Joe calling the shots,
But this country's very fate
To make good before it rots.

Infinite Joy

White foam chuckling through green hills 
 reddish glow of sun in transient blue sky.     
 as hourglass sand drips grain by grain
 churning the beach, a wind blusters by.
 
 Whistling melodies of love and laughter 
 a whispering promise smells like rain .
 that happy ending of a romantic novel.
 heartbeats repeating again and again.

Perfect paradise of uncharted tomorrow
I can hear sound of roots breaking a seed
brittle autumn leaves , no tears of sorrow,
no life of stress, no desire to succeed.    

The dew disappears in morning light
love fleeting off, no one loses or wins,
a flame flickers ...death in blueberry night
a serene sleep ends,... infinite joy begins. 
 



12th February 2021


Sponsor	Unseeking Seeker
Contest Name	Joy continuum |

Super Tuesday For Nothing

Biden Backed By Buttigieg, Bringing Base
Bernie Betrayed But Blazing
Warren Wallowing With Wavering Well-Wishers 
Tulsi Tours To Test
Bloomberg Banks, Basks, Blusters, By Brand

No Friends of Mime

Farcical characters of ill gestures,
they be no friends of mime

Mute clown suits
wearing viol marionette smiles
all of the puppet string time

I tell you, of a silent truth,
those pretzel-tongue jester troupes
are theatrical buffoons 
spoofing on a global would trivial comedy stage 

These ol' pantomime hucksters,
dipstick lip syncing on babble timer delay rage — 
Crying out loud, 
them cold quip cheeky blusters
never were any spoken for friends of mine

Just some dumb glow, dim enemies ... 
who always pearly grinned a dumber shine

Know How

Thankless job, I think watching
as Thurman tries to teach the young man

The lad sitting up
on the tractor
like a proud young pup
is full of piss and vinegar
half the time not listening
and half the time telling Thurman
how much he already knows...

As Thurman patiently slumps
his still-sturdy but ungainly frame
against the tractor
fingers strumming his red suspenders
a good-natured grin
slowly spreading
across his grizzled face
gleaming behind think glasses
I see a glint of soft amusement
at this grandiose greenhorn

Thurman has lived through
the Great Depression, and then
the horror of hand-combat
in World War II
one of three from his unit
to make it through-
so there is nothing this little ingrate
can possibly do or say
to break Thurman's composure today
he remains uncommonly calm
and utterly unflappable
a small chuckle slipping out
every now and then

And while the young man boasts
and blusters on about
his plans for next week
Thurman is mostly quiet, until
at length, asked about his plans
“Lord willing-
and the creek don't rise...”
he begins, knowing how
much could change by then

The Special Four

Springtime glistens gaily.
New life is her theme.
Flowers blossom daily.
She is like a dream.

Summer shimmers golden.
Memories he brings
simply cannot olden!
Each in my mind sings.

Autumn blazes brightly,
and with wind’s caress,
whispers longings nightly
which I can’t possess.

Winter blusters boldly,
yet at times lies still,
showing himself coldly.
Come, sweet robin – Trill!


Feb. 5, 2018 for Joseph May's 88 Syllables Contest

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