NOONRAY IN WINTER
Noonray in your navel
a locus for language light
whale wave wishes
in water songs kisses
as July just jokes along
Winter wonder words waffling
storm crown chakra baffling
cold she stirs potted iced rice
as rain rigorously roars
Noonray holds the dice
On hailstone highway she
instantly marries marigold
instinct with indigo intuition
timing tactical thunderbolts
favouring floods for nutrition
Noonray in silent shiver
shake or hide shelter seek
a game of glum greeting
Winter knows no flotsam
fathomless figure awaiting
Noonray no wee whimpers
or white wisdoms waste
in a wineglass she slithers
six seamless seasonless
sweets simultaneously
… then quivers !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2024
Categories:
hailstone, 12th grade, color, extended
Form: Carpe Diem
parable sonnets
I was flying high, yet it was hot my wings tired
spotted a well flew down and sat by its side.
By leaning forward, I could see my reflection
in the clear water.
A dark shadow pushed me, fell into the well.
I looked up but, the evil was not there
and the sun was westward bound, taking with it
the daylight.
I had sharp talons clawed my way up to the rim of the well.
Night, evil sat by the fireside reading a book of magic.
I tore its eyes out, the scream brought thunder and hailstone.
The evil ran outside to cool the eyes he no longer had.
It fell into the well and called for help.
What could I do a bird with silky feathers?
I flew up to the sky, the scream of anguish bore the suffering of humankind
echoed through the galaxy.
Categories:
hailstone, anger, flying,
Form: Blank verse
July In the Porch Swing In Kansas
The wind came up first
and it was so sudden
everybody said where did that wind come from?
It sure was a refreshing south wind
but nobody thought nuch
until it got almost so dark
that mama went in and started supper.
We just had lunch grandma said
and then it started hailing
we never saw a hailstone that big
and they bounced
on top of the porch
like God had it in for us all again.
But we just kept swinging
and singing them Roy rogers songs,
and all at once the rain came.
cool and fresh and running down the driveway
to the gravel road and then the pond.
Everything smelled so good.
Bobby grabbed our fishing poles
cause he always knew
where the catfish would be.
and before sunset,
we had enough
catfish for tomorrows dinner.
Grandma cleaned 'em.
Mama cooked 'em.
We all et 'em.
That's whut family's all about.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka veeBdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
hailstone, brother, family,
Form: Lyric
Can I at least have this chance
To speak on behalf On my heart 's treasure chest
About the quest of emotions runnin querying the fairness of life where secrets are not to be kept
Can I have this moment to assassin my pride for your enjoyment
Clear your conscious wipe all your prints and hide your involvement
Can I?
Go on look for lies where there is none
Tender your time into believing the unfinished is done
Hate me, blame me, ignore me it is fine
Anything is better for my dieting happiness
That bothers me not ..as I'm dying thousand deaths everyday
The floor,walls and the roof shout yesterdays memories now substituted by emptiness
Oh! I hate this new normal time has forced me to love
I am the virus that infected your existence, killing your dreams
I am the fool that allowed darkness to still her sanity so it seems
I am the hailstone that dented your solid future
Im sure to you i'm many things disgusting
Hate me, blame, ignore me it is fine
Categories:
hailstone, break up,
Form: Light Verse
i remember when you saw me in the devil's tattered and torn
the flinch was the pinch and i felt the tinge at every inch
my innermost persperation was inspiring convulsing chills as a merciless foe
i remember when you saw me in the devil's forgotten and forlorn
i recall the melancholy raindrops expressing the truth through the feeble theatrics of my acidic lie
the shake was a flake so easily exposed by the obviously expressive ache
my external mannequin was so horribly frostbitten by the flop of the frigid show
i recall the most brutally honest eye talk within the very heart of the most avoidable senselessness gone terribly awry
if i had the antidote to dissolve and dissipate,
i definately would not hesitate
to burn the milky white nucleus of your incomprehensible hate
that makes me melt in your memory in an altered state of wait
a black snowflake falls, and i find myelf wanting you
a white hailstone crashes, and i see myself flaunting you
an indecisive sun teases, and i forsee myself haunting you
a disappointed moon cries itself fuseless, and in the blind stillness of this remaining actuality, I....AM....SO....STILL....LONGING....YOU!!!!
Categories:
hailstone, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Moronica’s ruler is in a situation no good.
Herman the Sixth and Seven-Eights is chopping wood.
Yes, this poor guy is now a deposed king.
How could Messrs. Ump-chay, Iks-nay, and Am-scray do such a thing?
King Herman has been ousted from his throne.
Ruling in his place is someone name Moe Hailstone.
Hailstone and his henchmen have turned the world upside-down.
Each one of these fools is a moronic clown.
Moe conspires to put each Axis partner on the shelf.
He will not share the world. He wants it for himself.
Herman’s daughter has an idea to solve it all:
She puts high explosives inside a billiard ball.
Get Hailstone and his friends to start a big fight.
Someone will hit the ball, and it’s good night.
I won’t go any further. That is all I have to say.
Want to find out what happened? Just watch the short today.
Based on the 1941 Columbia Pictures short subject titled “I’ll Never Heil Again”
starring the Three Stooges.
Categories:
hailstone, funny, satire,
Form: Rhyme
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~*~
crystallized rime of frozen ire - craving to thaw as morning dew
dense compact icicle of wrath's revenge emanating - now in subdue
when plummeted - no escape death's end grave in BLUE
scene of God's hands masterpiece where love and miracle in glue
men sculpted and molded the new milieu
mourning tears line of truth - skew
now, Philippines - tropical country now in woo
woe, fear - nestling hearts of unknown innocence ensue?
this is just the start of a great "FELL", what must we do?
hailstone of hailstorm occupying, subjugating us in crew
red ruby blood stained "FLOODED " the nation's land in "debut"
new state of grave - thousands died begging for prayers ...IN OURS, PUT YOUR SHOE
~*~
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*-* jun-jun villanueva
*-* "TELL ME A SECRET" Contest entry
Categories:
hailstone, death, history, places, sad,
Form: Monorhyme
Waterfalls as hailstone,
Droplets are tossed,
As pearls,
Build up layers of ice,
Sun was drilling the Rays,
Rainbow made a circle,
As a team of dancers,
Dancing on a stage,
And colours,
Matched attractive image,
Attraction was obliged,
Excitement were dreaming,
As Steam was vapourising,
Into the palm of Earth.
As A decorating face,
The snow queen,
Beautiful and very evil.
As my desires.
Categories:
hailstone, caregiving, devotion, education, imagination,
Form: Free verse