Long Wheeze Poems
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Me ol mucker Rodney is getting some pukka succour...tipple & tucker in Vienna.."prost" mate
Austrian foodie fold can’t break the mould caught in a fraught brasher sort of sport
Fought as thought who bought flasher Sacher torte that gets gold does hold court
Overwrought at seriously stodgy onslaught podgy tort sausages deliriously cavort
Or wish to toast an old dish flattered mattered most plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese tease keener gnashers sold on a leaner schnitzel wiener winning wheeze
Grinning will be a breeze hazy days on skis back slaps lazy naps and dodgy knees
Pleas beer on taps dread steer clear fear sinning head spinning schnapps traps.. please
Mummy says its time for me to say my prayers
I know she listens on the landing by the stairs
I kneel down by the side of my cosy bed
Soon it will be time to rest my weary head
Every night I close my eyes and pray
To say thank you God for a lovely day
God bless mummy; I say that every night
God bless daddy; now a star that shines so bright
Please God can you stop mummy from crying
She’s so so sad with my daddy dying
Look after grandma Bo and grandpa Boo
Daddy was their son he loved them too
God please can you tell mummy I don’t like cheese
It tickles my throat and then makes me wheeze
Can you help me with the answers to my maths test
I will practice my times tables, I will try and do my best
Mummy says I can have a little kitten for being so good
But I’d swap the kitten to have daddy back if I could
PLEASE God can you stop mummy from crying
She’s so so sad with my daddy dying
AMEN
05~17~15
Contest:- Prayertime Memories – Isaiah Zerbst
~awarded 1st place~
2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America
Power outage here within
mine happy hunting grounds
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),
viz Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
December twenty third
two thousand twenty two wrought
(lasting greater part of twelve hours)
impossible mission to keep warm
generating body heat
necessity courtesy three dog night,
sure as I'm sitting here
nevertheless found yours truly
yearning for global warming
while dentures chattered
a mile a minute then jumped
out me mouth
and scrabbled, scrambled
and scratched along floor
leaving corpse like body abed
stiff as a board
dead cold analogous,
when rigor mortis
grips lovely bones
immune to brutal cold.
Ordinarily, the weather
considered non trees
son us, a neutral subject on par
with non nose
wrinkling odoriferous cheese
usually ranks as minor distraction,
without whether yours truly agrees
or not, except
during balmy temperatures,
an unavoidable tease,
whereat sub zero degrees,
whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit
demands human sacrifice
(me anima knocking knees),
no negotiating with Ole Man Winter,
he requests (lest
he continue deep freeze
maelstrom until the end of time),
nothing 'cept a healthy seas
sunned *****sapien to appease
his insatiable appetite
froze to the core,
when all body functions cease,
thus until onset of frostbite disease
transformed me into a human popsicle
obliging surrender of self,
no matter I always minded "p's"
and "q's", and adhered
to selfless decrees
not until that moment - this me's
lee sad excuse e'en for missing link,
said personal radar of this primate
suddenly went haywire madly wheeze
zing, as if giant hand (some
harried styled swiftly tailored
paw) did squeeze
traumatizing, suffocating, mangling
constricting, asphyxiating... sensation
(surprised muss elf, and all my enemies,
hence survived death as a breeze)
when similar to Socrates
ill fate found him downing hemlock,
necessitated, I reluctantly quaffed antifreeze
as preservative, plus
out of necessity to survive
being clobbered, buffeted,
assaulted...finally please
zing lee melting titanic iceberg
more bearable on par with a sneeze
than compared to frigidity
of writer's block.
I am hooked deep inside my cavern-hanging host
replicating in cosy subterranean cell
night-time radar feeding my needful innermost
viral reservoirs overflow with gruesome gel
I slurp onto scaly creature, grimly scuttling
fissures unfold, revealing gory condominium
caged meal within a meal, proximity shuttling
re-absorbed, disturbed, unsettling equilibrium
I emerge, swimming 'Trojan' in moisture flowing
aqueous channel opening, internal organ-treat
indulged, engorged, rapacious appetite growing
coughed-up bipedal phlegm, damp cold air to greet
I am scooped again, adjacent cloth, nearby skin
bodies pressing, heavy breath, compulsive sneeze
defences haemorrhage, weakened corpses grin
death is killing me, wretched repulsive wheeze
I seep through porous mask and sweating gland
my time is spent, havoc wrought, no place to go
anti-bodies gathering, hostile hordes at hand
I am oblivion but still have many names to know
I hear something in the night, I sense something on the ground.
I feel something in the air, I know something is around.
I stop and listen to the leaves, I can hear the beating of my heart.
The moon light shines through the trees, I see something move about.
I move slowly toward the shape moving through the trees.
I hear desperation and fear, smell sweat in the breeze.
I hear a crack of branch, a painful scream.
I tear away the branch, it falls to its knees.
It turns to see, it screams.
It crawls along the floor, tears whimpering painful wheeze!
I put it out of its misery.
This werewolf needs to feed.
A little Girl’s Journey
A little girl’s day dream of her first train ride
A journey filled with laughter,
fun, comfort, and ease
Her heart does a small leap
With butterflies on daisies teasing her tummy
Excited with glee barely able to sleep
with thoughts on her mind
~
Does a big giant clock make the train run?
How about if it winds down and runs out of time,
do they have to rewind it again?
Does it get mad because it’s lost its pace
and bellows smoke out its stack?
Would I be able to feel the cool breeze
flow through the open window upon my face?
Will we be racing a cross-country
a hundred miles an hour
watching the trees wheeze by?
Do we get a glimpsed of livestock
and animals grazing in the countryside?
Can I give a friendly wave
and say hello to all the people?
~
She carries a basket of cheese,
cherries, cookies, and brownies
Waiting impatiently with each passing second
Drowsily she lays her head on a pillow
against the window adrift in sweet dreams
with her long beautiful wavy red hair
draped over her shoulder
Awaking to the echoes of people chattering,
The whistle and the screeching sounds
of the train coming to a halt arriving at the end
of her journey approximately at the right time
© 8/5/2015
No,
Not the comfort of old habits, though I’m settled in my ways;
Not the couch beside the window, where my little thoughts arose;
Not the glory of the orchids, nor the colors of Van Gogh;
Not the books of two millennia, nor the solemn masks of wood;
Not the kettle as it’s warming, for tea, with cheerful wheeze;
Not these;
Not evening, descending, to cloak the little town;
Not the Anchor of antiquity, where once the Winston sat;
Not still the drums of Wednesday, as they circle in the Square;
Not the trains that bear a nation by the beat of Johnnie Brown’s;
Not the bands of ragged rhythm, ‘neath the splendor of the stars;
Not the wind within the walkways, waltzing with the trees;
No, not these;
Not the morning’s glowing freshness,
Not the murals upon the walls;
Not the café at the corner, nor the bucket lunch of cod;
Not the egress-blocking egrets with their white and bobbing heads;
Not the walk across the drawbridge, to the flag beside the sea;
Not the tide about my ankles, nor the sand that warms my feet;
No, not the flowers beside the breakers, nor the petals on the breeze,
No, no, not these, no, not these;
No, none of these I’ll miss, across the weary mile,
No nothing shall I miss, except your smile.
Tree branches bare, the ground no longer soft
The robin's song plucked from the chilly air
All flowers faded, scents not borne aloft
A gust of wind twirls brittle leaves nowhere
The sky's a vicious shade of gray this day
A hint of snow enveloped in her clouds
The journey of the geese is underway
To regions warmer wing they, swift and loud
I too approach the coming winter's cold
My loins I gird against the fierce North breeze
But truth be told, I've grown a bit too old
I sniffle, cough, and soon begin to wheeze...
One blink, the magic glow of summer's gone
The dance of love between the doe and fawn
November 10, 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
(Iambic Pentameter)
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
Enthralled in saffron shades of flaming fall-forest
As feisty robins sing and zesty sparrows play
Nestled in thick branches of evergreen foliage.
Enamored by blue-sky assimilating orange vibes
Twilight illuminates scarlet face of crimson arc
Having kissed ruby-cheeks of blushing sundown
Where bald-eagle flies conquering mountaintop.
Amidst chirping birds a ghastly roar resounds --
Echoes of wildlife emanating nocturnal sounds--
As a deer, white-tailed, approaches camp grounds
Ambling in glistening of starlit heavens above.
Mountainous winds wheeze in ambiance of love
Elaborating fervid themes evening mood invokes
Awakening splendor of russet autumn dreams
Applauding subtle hints in rhythms of heartbeats.
Marveling air-dance of leaves red, orange, brown
Lyrics of your heart spur a passionate response
Flashing in moonlight a sassy, flirtatious glance
Mesmerized by autumnal whispers of romance.
April 8, 2020
Placed 1st: Poetic lines from a poetry soup poet-Eve Roper
Sponsor: Silent One
“Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay” from
The poem: “Under the canopy of pine trees” by Eve Roper
HM: Strand Pick 11 contest by Brian Strand
This morning I went shopping
Tripped over, started hopping
My milk bottle it went slopping
The store cleaner began mopping
I hobbled out of the store
Got caught in the sliding door
Lost my wallet and now I’m poor
I really can’t take anymore
Then I fell on to my knees
Dropped my bag and my car keys
Gave out a massive sneeze
And then began to wheeze
I found my red sports car
The door it was ajar
They’d stolen my Snickers bar
It really was quite bizarre
I jumped behind the wheel
I began to shout and squeal
Why my Snickers did they steal -
It really was quite surreal
My shopping trip was tough
I was feeling pretty rough
I drove off in a huff –
I’d really had enough
Had an ache in my poor old head
Drove home and went to bed
Shopping trip left me half dead …
Will opt for home delivery instead!
I thought I’d pen a rhyme
With words that are sublime
I hope this one is fine
And in the list will shine
05~28~15
Contest:- Rhyme Time
Sponsor:- Pendleton Arkwright