Long Swelter Poems
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One Nation Under God
I’m in the middle, not left nor right.
I believe that strength staves off a fight.
I’m against abortion, but I’m for the choice.
I think every child deserves a voice.
We need more programs that help our kids.
We have so many out on the skids.
Let’s feed the hungry and provide more shelter.
Let’s turn down the heat and help those that swelter.
I’m for equal rights across the board.
I will not judge, that’s for our Lord.
God gave man the gift of free will.
I believe in taxes and paying my bill.
We need prayer and discipline in every school.
We need to be strict, but never cruel.
We need to heal and see we’re flawed.
We need one nation under God.
3/8/2021 U
What You Really Want Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Reports they redact and hide
Experts who tried can’t chide
Appliance of science denied
Us all being taken for a ride
On some helter skelter slide
With no shelter in or outside
Swelter in this delta of snide
Fried by fake national pride
As the past & future collide
Know on us all have spied
Our secrets they have pried
Data for advertisers supplied
Time to choose your side
Surmise AI guys pie eyed
In Geneva should be tried
For war crimes can’t abide
Yes it is up to us to decide
To stop the slop of the tide
What term history’s applied
Call it genocide or ecocide?
Either way everything died !
How could I sense when people are in need of hugs?
I always had that loving heart
Now what happened to it?
I'm in big trouble...ragged with loathe
My hugs don't hold the same feelings
It chokes the living from their shelter
It makes them weak...I slowly swelter
If I offered you a hug,
Will you accept it
Or leave me hanging there?
How could I sense when people are in need of hugs?
I always have had that loving heart
Now what happened to the love that shields us all?
How did this horrid situation tear us all apart?
My hugs hold no importance...lacking desire
It only feeds the fire
Not the helpless in heart
It clusters annoyance in the soul
If I offered you a hug,
Will you accept it?
or leave me hanging there?
Now I'm lustered in wrath...
I fear that dad will lose you
Just over a single hug given by him...
Your affectionate embraces feel so grim
Restrain from losing yourself
Accept his hugs that hold such guiltless charity
Free from faithless arguments...don't hold on to worthless words
If he offered you a hug,
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there in the freezing cold?
His hugs aren't sold
Like a piece of perishable gold
To an ignorant form just like you
It holds freedom...it's all true
If he offered you a hug,
Accept them and appreciate his offer
Because he doesn't dwell on the negativity
Feel free to say your last goodbyes
But, remember us as our family departs...and dies
If He offered you a hug,
Will you accept it
Or leave Him hanging there in the freezing cold
Without His healing arms
Cradling you and your family throughout the furious night?
If he offered you a hug,
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there?
It wouldn't be a dissappointment
If you would willingly
Accept his hugs
We would be drowning with excitement
If you would certainly
Accept OUR hugs
Like a frowsy, dowdy
old housewife
I sit largely
unnoticed
stout and squat
a sort of kitchen sentry
rarely appreciated
until some minor crisis-
Cough, sniffle, stomachache
a particularly bad day
or fancy party...
then things heat up
quickly for me!
This was one of those
fancy party days
no cause to celebrate
for me!
Grueling stove-top swelter
I take it all in stride
despite the pressure
never boiling over
(I still have my pride...)
But when it gets me
really steamed
I drop polite hints
the best I can
in ladylike whispers
until I simply
can take no more-
and my shrill, piercing screams
draw attention, but fast!
It never lasts...
So she perches there
on pointy tippy-toes
in all her perky, snooty primness
silently snarky and subtle
sneakily taking credit
for all my hard work!
And as the luncheon ladies
Oooh and Aaah
“What wonderful tea!”
she points her delicate
snobby little spout
even higher with pride
But, one of these days
she'll regret it-
that snooty sassy-pot...
for I'm a tough
old stainless broad
and I'll chip her china, yet!
...And while I'll be careful
to make it seem
ever-so-casual
(like an accident)
she'll know deep down
it's really her long overdue
and well deserved
comeuppance!
“Like the soft zephyr of a breeze-
my words read down and up to please.”
_ by Poet
A zephyr is our saving breeze
while swishing softly through the trees
uplifts our senses, guarantees
a happiness that's sure to please
while motion flows and currents seize
the paths to glide with nature's ease
and, scented with perfumes, appease
with calming, lulling expertise-
oh, summertime, you hold the keys
on scorching days with high degrees
we wait for your sweet gusty tease
that cools and calms, as swelter flees
to comfort well the felt unease
A zephyr is our saving breeze
Payment For Shade
Autumn 2019
11-15-2019
By: Miracle Man
My payment for the shade,
during deep summer’s swelter.
Is that when Autumn comes,
leaves fall helter-skelter.
Autumn always brings with it,
A few unwanted chores.
Leaf eradication becomes,
my temporary job outdoors.
Our two acre yard is a hodgepodge,
of crepe myrtles and trees.
Leaves are falling prematurely,
from an early seasonal freeze.
I blow, rake, grind, and bag,
but they don’t go away.
Each time the wind changes,
More pass by, and some stay.
It’s now rained three inches,
and to the ground they’re pressed.
Creating another minor problem,
which must be addressed.
The ditches are leaf packed,
and now water won’t run.
But hey, God didn’t promise,
to pack each day with fun.
While I’d prefer sitting,
by the fireplace making S'mores.
Or napping in the recliner,
Producing periodic snores.
Stiff, stifling, arid air: snakes, lizards, sand,
and cactus. Scorched red rocks and baking skin.
My canteen empty in a barren land -
my romance landscape till first love walked in.
One summer evening under moon's cool beam,
the desert's xeric heat no longer cursed.
Lazing with friends. A pool... in walked my dream.
First glance: a tall, cool drink to slake all thirst.
Then as her eyes met mine, my blood ran warm.
My hand touched hers; both temp and pulse were raised.
In time, slow dancing - two bodies conform,
and with that first kiss, fulgent flames soon blazed.
The desert heat from which I'd just emerged
blithely returned, as first love's swelter surged.
THE SCORCHING SUMMER SUN
Heat waves are burning breaches through my skin,
Touching my soul and melting me from within,
I dissolve in a puddle of dark brown liquid,
Swimming in my salty sweat like a squid,
The sun is too hot for me to bear it,
If it were possible, I would not spare it,
Now I am at the Sol's receiving end,
How do I stop His flames, how do I defend?
The sultry sun is igniting my frame,
I swelter under his scorching scalding flame,
The torrid hot ball tortures me to tears,
I can't stand his fiery frying warmth that sears,
Perspiring heavily under the summer sun,
I cannot stand or walk, while he is having fun.
05.20.20
My residence has never seen any demolition.
Nor had I to shelter under a place of obstruction.
It's my extirpated inner self that I'm fleeing from.
And seeking a refuge where faith is unshakably firm
Natural calamities have little to do with me.
But, human-induced disasters, herein I am not free.
I bear nature’s conditions and extreme temperatures.
But, unable to adjust to the moral trespassers.
I feel someone is offering spiritual shelter.
Till I find such a divine one, my heart is in swelter.
Black storm clouds that gather over the terrain of my mind
Should be delinked and all affinities should be aligned.
Though escape from realities, once in a while, might sooth
Could one evade kith and kin and avoid day-to-day truth?
Endorsing and enhancing humanitarianism
Could, here on earth, helm one towards libertarianism?
Yet, the ultimate shelter for all living entities
The Supreme Soul, who surpasses earthly identities
Unto Him is the tireless striving of my shield about
In his shelter, I'll rest free from every heart-hounding doubt.
A young girl giggles her way through the summer spongey swelter.
Her parents succumbed to the insistent call to close their eyes after a fried chicken picnic,
And the tow-headed two-year-old heeded the call of the nearby pond.
Glints of purest light reflect like sparkles on a birthday balloon, and she runs to catch them,
Until the water is above her tiny head and her giggles become desperate gurgles.
Suddenly swans, like a feathered rescue brigade, land all around her,
And she grabs the beautiful white tail feathers bobbing nearby.
She wakes up on the bank, surrounded by her parents, who, awakened by the deafening cacophony of the swans,
Ran in search of their lost chick.
Eighty years later that same girl lies dying in a nursing home.
While she is old and sick, she is recognizable from her infectious giggle,
Softly curling hair about her face that almost looks like it did in her youth,
Especially when the light from the window bounces off the yellow, semi-gloss paint seemingly found in every institution.
She is alone, like the day of the picnic.
Father and mother are eternally napping along with her beloved husband of 61 years.
But she is happy because in her mind she is still that young girl . . .
Running to the pond, walking down the aisle, and standing by her husband’s side.
She closes her eyes, and suddenly swans fly into view, surrounding her. She reaches out for the nearest glowing white tail feather . . .
The nurses find her peacefully gone, a smile on her face.
And, strangely, clutched tightly in her right hand, they find a long, pristine, white feather.
April 16, 2019