Bulky Poems | Examples

HAPPINESS IN A JAR

As I try to wish away, all the sadness that I feel;
 As if a night sky's falling star, could grant me something  real...
    If only one small wish, of what's eluded me all this life thus far;
         I'd wish for just some happiness, just a little in a jar;
    So I could open as I needed, unload some sadness that I feel
                         Much like unloading bulky freight, 
                         From a trains overloaded boxcar...
          If only I could wish away, all the sadness that I feel,
                              I'd finish this life with certainty 
                            And a soul full of new found zeal...

We are taking big brother down'

Ha ha..I laugh.' For you will find 'you will be outmatched.)
By just the Aussies; mind.' Hoody and Topher Antic and
Rennick, Larter, Bos,i Hobart, Brighthope Nickolic its systemic.' Clair
Woodly and Iyah.' Yes the pressure builds higher.' Also I
Am against you.' In truth you'l become a no-show Max Igan
Another one having a go.' Even the white rabbit is poking fun..' Ian Pilmer is having none.' Johnny Stapleton either none.' of your lying.' Soon
The whole world 'will awaken' and your power will be taken'
You are a cowardly bully.' Big bad and bulky.' Big brother
You are fading.' You spawn of dark pagans, society is
Breaking; now all your instigating.' Evil will be turned back on to you.' This is inevitable, and its so true.'

DAYLIGHT SPRING TIME COMES AGAIN

Tonight, the dark sky again
only slept a short while;
no longer eager to cheat
its sun’s awakening joy
over the horizon’s realm;

Bulky white yawning clouds
hovered over the night-shaded
ground below as small nocturnal
creatures seemingly scurried into
and out of the dawning day;

A dawning day during which
we shall seek to see justice
and peace become realities 
in a world wrought with chilled
fear and misery:

May new spreading sunshine
sweeps away waning darkness of winter as
flowering hope again welcomes a new spring
toward resurrected liberation and equity:-

Clothes Call

Does that old clothespin feel the cold
Worry about its aged look
Sun dried, rain tinted, grayed

Does it think about the “clothing”
Children’s flapping diapers
Growing to blue jeans

The “old man’s” shirts
He’s still working
As is the clothespin

Mostly it gets the heavy work
Stuff too bulky for the clothes dryer
Beach towels, blankets, bedspreads

Cold winds are its dance partners
Sticky snow makes it look like an elf
Does warm sun set it to dreaming

I hang an old shirt on the line
The old clothespin smiles
Whispers … back to work

Saint Patrick's Day 2020

I order a Guinness and a shot of Pappy Van Winkle.
My green paper Leprechaun hat is crushed
and lopsided on my head.

That shot of bourbon cost me more
then I used to earn for a day's work.

“I'm worth it”
I say to the middle-aged female server
with my devastatingly crinkled wink -
she shrugs,
she’s seen daytime drunks before.

“My dog just died”
I tell the bulky reveler at my elbow,
he is shouting to some pal way across the bar.

“His name was Paddy,
and he wasn’t no ing Irish Setter *******,
he was a shaggy Kerry Blue”

The big guy doesn't even hear me.

I swig down from the dark mull and amber slug,
weave my way out of the joint,
looking for another pot of gold to piss on.

Luck of the Irish.

Asleep In The Meadows Of My Mind

Asleep in the meadows of my mind
is a dewy summer scented with rain and flowers
and a cat purring at the edge of my heart 

Smokey fragrances and bulky knit feels of love  
stacked up books and tomcat smiles 
creatures of habit are we by ones own choice 

Together we slumber at the crackle of a fire 
easily led into comfort we gather our dreams 
and feather them with a touch of hope...

The Heart Of A Country Girl

The man lost his wallet
He asked the lady for some change 
To buy lunch with promise to pay
The lady gave him enough money
And went along to the market to sell the pig
Later, the man went to see her at the market 
To pay for what he owed telling her 
He found his wallet in his car 
Then he offered money and paid for the pig 
And then offered to drive her home two hours by car
She declined unless he agreed to payment for the ride
On arrival, the matron owner of the pig 
Grabbed the payment for the pig and left
The lady was heart broken
The man then offered some more money
But the lady refused, telling him that he had 
Helped her more than enough
She then gave the man some home product 
For  him to take home 
In the end, he placed the money in the sack 
And returned to her claiming it was too bulky.

Dawn

Dawn

To the most ardent hours beholding peace
Plodding through the wild night of unease
Finally meets the creases of spark
Shining through the bulky layers of dark...

The hour withholds the music of eternity
Encompassing the silence of infinity
Wide eyes watching the sky giving birth
Witnessing these hours have always been worth...

These hours enticing a steady pause
Quite stands firm on its cause
Showcasing the steadiness in its beauty
Withstanding its inevitable duty...

Man, Perhaps walks through a similar play
Entangled into chaotic cycles of the day
He awaits a dawn of serenity
An hour of pure amenity...

~Akshaya

Other States

Michigan weather is what I know.
Here there is a lot of snow.
I think the wind from our lakes is great.
I don’t really go to other states.
I only know about fast food near me.
I don’t know about food In Tennessee.
I only know December cold.
So I wear a coat, bulky and bold.
But leaving the airport-
Headed to the resort.
I take off my hat and gloves.
As the sun beats down from up above.
I don’t know much, but really should know…
That not every state is filled with snow.

My Body Is Too Big

My body is too big
My bones loom over me
and my flesh wraps around them
Heavy like the bricks of a lighthouse tower 

The waterfall of my tears posted proudly on a magazine cover
Eighth wonder of the natural world
A thousand miles before it reaches the pillowy ground

My skin stretches over my frame like a canvas
painted with freckles and scars
Enough paint to cover the world twice over is needed to cover it’s expanse 

My body lumbers around like I giant when I move
Collapsing in on itself under it’s own weight when I stumble

My souls feels like an ant trapped in the body of a lion
The pins that hold me together are silk needles trying to hold wool
I am a pebble in the body of a mountain, unsure if the wind will whisk me away or if I was ever supposed to move in the first place 

I feel bulky and gangly 
Shaky and frozen
Filling a room like water fills a cup, cold and loud when all i want is to disappear quietly 

Because I feel like my soul could walk through the eye of a sewing needle like a grand palace gate
And whenever my soul feels small
My body is too big

Nature's Sedoka

Nature's sedoka
in everything everywhere,
each season a frame around
its heart— its fingers 
through every warm bloom, picking
through every cold cavity—

its face— night or dawn
settling on leafy cheeks;
like rolled dew on grassy beds,
or bulky seeds low;
or rising with the first clouds
that the hot sun disavows.

Even in cities, 
where it plays with reflections
on window glass— forests tell
the poet in us
to open our ghostly pane—
to breathe the colors of grain,

our memories in
noon heat or raining's murmur
on skin— or drifting snowflakes
that would not stick; or
in birdsong— like one spirit,
or in the after silence.

Nature's sedoka,
like the green it chose for my
song, intertwines with bright and 
dull multi-flecked hues—
a tableau where a shaded 
conscience glows without envy.

Disorientation

Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard,
as elbowed are divided from their minds.
Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card,
as untrained get on, moons all exit signs.

The General Slocum, dressed to the nines
--churchgoers being passengers adorned.
Petite girls, bulky boots-dresses confines,
a spark burning as the captain is warned.

Crew-covered ears as the shrieking arose,
clung rails ... faith enables those disabled,
backing from charring ensue panic throes,
river rips donning death ... apt tests fatal.

Swimmers valueless o'er a thousand died.
Lifeboats? Vest hopeless; the firm denied.

Gila Monster

I'm solitary, roaming 
The American southwest desert;
Heaving my bulky body -
Covered with bead-like scales 
Of black and yellow - 
Across hot sands and rocks
In search of prey.
I'm a nocturnal,
Cold-blooded lizard.
I flick out my forked poisonous tongue 
To taste the air like snakes do.
Do not confuse me
With a Komodo Dragon, 
I'm a much smaller reptile,
And I wear a different skin.
My tail is rather short.
My razor sharp claws are used 
To dig burrows and unearth 
Buried eggs of tortoises, snakes,
And other lizards.
My diet include small crawlies 
Such as rodents, frogs, meerkats, etc.
I don't mind birds and their young!
I'm a Gila Monster

Eternity

You stand there, on the soft soil,
Standing their forever,
With your long green hair,
And with a coarse brown chest,
With a wide bulky body,
Raising your welcoming arms,
It rains, but you stay there,
Green,
You don't talk, and forever I wonder,
Because you make me ask,
Who am I compared to you?
Who am I more than a living being?
To you, there is nothing that I do mean,
But there you are,
There for Eternity

Who Should Wear a Scarf

Male wearers it makes women by half,
Even the man with a bulky calf;
In my office won’t be excused staff
Save female ones, “You save me your scarf!”

Quickly change their sex some men can,
Wise debates on what one should wear ban;
No more hunger to answer A Man:
Gender-blind has been a Dick Dan!

But does Dan need this decoration
That does affect male restoration,
Kick-starting female adoration:
Dan’s great speech: a female oration…

To masculinity a scar
And Dick Dan has with it gone quite far:
Lots of Scarf in his scarf-tired car;
Round his neck one with a wench like star.

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