Your color-bled cloth
Just rips at my stitches
I’m monotone; a moth
Calling out to you
With my heavy, little wishes
Fed a steady diet of tweed coat pockets
Bleached in forever stains
And tie dye kisses
In whole, I find a part of me
Your heart sorely misses
Amends for all the faint mistakes
Unearthed while I was bluffing
I perch upon your buttons now
Whispering sweet nothings
Your pettiness is soaking through
Neglected, I’m in love with you
In debt to all your gems
Ugly-headed beauty kills the demons
Yet you’re dressed in them
Another thread of fabric
Slipping from your hem
At least that’s where it seems to me
Your problems mostly stem
Floating and receding
Through the headwinds I’m receiving
Tossed into a better time
Where all your soapy bubbles
Stung my eyes and pierced my stubble
Left me weak and kneeling
Between the lines, my soul would cry
But moths were never known for feeling
I’d crawl to find a warmer spot
Deep inside your shell
Ferocious in its absence
There was solace in your smell
Now my hunger softens
If only for a spell
Who you wished for me to be
Oh, I could never tell
Categories:
headwinds, conflict, dark, pain, society,
Form: Rhyme
Uphill battles are won and lost in the crosswinds
Gusts of defiance brazenly slap across the terrain
If a path is forged it must be carved with a machete
Steppingstones nothing but laughable afterthought
This must be faced with uncharacteristic courage
The wind howls a chorus of unseen dissent
Blistered hands carve will from the wild
The earth unyielding resists with taunts
Testing the weight of every step’s intention
No storm can drown a relentless heart
No vines can choke a mindset on ascent
Step by step against the crush of fate
The summit waits for nobody so I climb
Categories:
headwinds, perspective,
Form: Free verse
hexastich with rhyme
I drink my coffee standing on alert
knowing that my tasks move this chunk of dirt
on its axis... my world, my family.
Of necessity, I grab at moments
attacking life (with God) at faith's expense
wringing out each ounce of kids' energy.
I am a mother raising young children
as a chef, cop, coach, and comedienne.
Past these headwinds, I see in the distance -
a doting old grandma, coffee in her hands
Bible in her lap, waiting in the stands
sharing words worthy of God's remembrance.
Categories:
headwinds, 11th grade, anxiety, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Sound of a rusted gate weeping deaf tears
hopelessness in a coconut shell
Chilly by autumn's absence of sunshine
the wings are tired from headwinds
Don't want to face another winter
a reminder that the blizzard
stealing another year and treats us harshly
Past storms have come and gone
The voice is dulled with sorrow and gloom
Cracks in the clouds are unwritten
Time to replace that which was lost
Mother's firstborn child a little angel
No prayer or curse, heart is still beating
Categories:
headwinds, blue, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Poets, do not be discouraged, neither young nor old,
Uncertain verses can pierce stone, or iron,
Just believe those you love you, endure the headwinds,
To think that at the end of the sea there is America and its buffalos,
Just cross rivers with dangerous Indians,
The Amazon, the White Nile, or the great Mississippi, are friends,
Poet, do not be discouraged, do not deviate,
In front of Whitman shining in the diamond sky,
Follow your path, on the great snowy plains,
Follow your path, in the villages of Lower Brittany,
In the hotels of Sichuan, or Manaus,
Warm your heart in Calypso’s arms,
Think of Circe whose beauty poisoned Ulysses
Poet falls in love with the sea, the stars,
Do not be discouraged, Poet, you can be still and quiet like water, or
You can become a torrent in the mountains of Wyoming,
A verse is always an object of the future,
“Drop by drop, water pierces the stone.” (1)
NB (1) From Lucrèce in Montaigne les essais
Categories:
headwinds, appreciation, courage, literature,
Form: Free verse
Sporting in lightening spell bounds of nature
Caressing the coolness of the peaceful sky
Worthy stake embellish wings adventure
Cordially exploring weather so bright
Two placed up on high heaps wings sojourn
Innate drives mount the hope cum disturbed winds
Fright of possible fall is thereby spurn
They are the airborne rocking the headwinds
Masterminds of the muse behind aircraft
That clothes human envies to flying
Through necromancy braced up in witchcraft
Beyond imaginable horizon
Both enjoys the openness that caress the grace
Which journeys them along peacefully in space
Categories:
headwinds, adventure, art, education, flying,
Form: Free verse
Going against the wind is a reaction and an attempt
to shine the spotlight on negative thoughts
I have previously reflected on the word "respect"
You should not have to compromise
with your own values to enjoy the day
But it's hard to go for a long walk in the headwinds
Nobody must think that it is easy
... maybe there will be snow tomorrow
29.10.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
headwinds, destiny, emotions, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
The humid Hawaiian heat hobbles my head and heart too,
Hitting as the Humvee high-tails past on the highway,
Sweat seeps steadily south from scalp to shoes
Convection current cooking, keep pedaling, pores crying.
Howling Haleakala Headwinds hammer hard,
Freezing face, fingers, and forehead.
Wistfully watching the warm water Westward;
Blasting breeze’s blows batter my body backward.
Soft saline sea spray spritzes the sunbathers
As the surges' steady smashing against the shore
Rhythmically rocks the run-down revelers
to a sweet, sun-kissed, seaside sleep once more.
For Elements Part 2—Wind Contest (First Place)
Sponsored by Brian Davey
Judged 3/29/16
Categories:
headwinds, beach, mountains, nature, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
We do it all the time
From morning to evening
Choice of direction and focus
Bad and smart choices
There is a delicate balance in life
Advertising is an incredibly effective
way to convey a message
We are concerned that it should be cheap
However, top class and comfort
Trust your gut feeling
A free travel with tailwinds and headwinds
21.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Categories:
headwinds, humor, travel,
Form: Free verse
Voices facing headwinds feel the calming seas
Elephants grasping backdraft tails are letting
go and hearing the rumble of discontent.
The runaway (with your $$$) train called washing-
ton with earplugs jammed so tight hairpieces
jiggle with every falsehood.
People are waking up!
People are waking up!
Were you asked if money is better spent (1/2 trillion$
stolen from
your future) arming blurred sides in Syria that we
intend to bomb? then decry their use against us?
We the people are no longer in control and live in
fear. Do you worry I cannot speak freely in this
land of liberty?
WHY?
My ancestors died in battle so I can write this
diatribe!
You, all of you artists, they fear us most...
and silence us if our words pull the sheep
away from 'dancing with the stars'
I am not a slave...I am not a slave
Rejoice in liberty!
Join my voice!
only james marshall goff
proud ancestor of the
Scottish Black Watch
12/12/14
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
headwinds, anti bullying,
Form: Lyric
Apprehensively,
Drifting into the fog.
Shivering, swaying, swinging,
Into the headwinds.
Monochromatic,
Dull diluted sunlight.
Straining, staggering, seeping,
Crossword puzzled meltdown.
Gasping for breath,
A poet coughs and sighs,
Spitting, slipping, surrendering,
A battle of knives and pens.
Monotonous,
Colors out of reach,
Droning, dragging, delirium,
Never ending horizons.
Calls for help,
Go unheard like bombs,
Unanswered, unexpressed, undone,
Until they explode.
Twenty lines behind us,
Jagged and sharp like stones,
Heaving, steaming, screaming
Away away, look out below.
Categories:
headwinds, dark, pain,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Sometimes though not so often any more
I sail on winds of thoughts past distant shore
Tacking through the bluster hauling close
To use the dimming luster of cliches
To come about and run downwind for days
Stern lines wrapped around my bracing hips
Knee jammed helm a steady push
Against the mains'ls drift
As all the joys of wilder misspent youth
Dance in the tidal racing rips
Mysteries unfold from muses tongues of old
Spellbound and clinging to the upper gunwhale
Leaning further out to feel the ride
They keep me balanced in this running tide
Categories:
headwinds, introspection, on writing and
Form: Sonnet