Perils Poems - Poems about Perils

Soon after I reached adolescence, my father gave me a brief advisory on the pitfalls of feminine “geography” based on his personal experience. Dear boy, he began, if at all possible, keep your eyes pure and blind to all facets of a woman’s embodiment in particular her two most prominent, and unless you’re blind, I mean her breasts more so if they...

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Weathervanes were once practical indicators of matters meteorological – wind speed and direction, notably – found on house and barn roofs mostly. Nowadays of course they’ve rarely seen replaced by weathermen on TV screens. In winds of very high velocity they whirl and blurr to non-identity. And many a mortified pig whirling wildly like a whirligig has had it’s snout rammed...

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How’s your finger? How’s your rib? These are words I don’t ad lib How’s your backache? ...

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Ponds shiver beneath the ice, whispers of frozen paradise. Oh, so daring, with much vigilance, he crawls on the ice with a frozen dance. From climbing a slippery slide, to surfing down a mountainous tide. Ice protests, in bumps on his ride, as he fumbles forward, in frosty freight. Caught in the pond's icy grip, where he thought the ice was firm, no slip, but...

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I skipped my knitting group two weeks ago alas, I had zero progress to show............. But I explained (it did fascinate her) knowing I'm a big procrastinator ;-)...

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Once there were rules on which we all agreed Red meant stop; green meant go; as for yellow -- O.K., some thought it meant 'speed' ... But now I'm not sure with what I see on the streets Where on red they go...

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I looked back, all smiles, At my perils trailing miles, ‘Too early, dear mate’, They said, ‘you had better wait, We have a stockpile of wiles.’ ___________________________ Tanka |02.04.2022| Poet’s note: Thank perils that life feels alive. They provide life with vim, vigour, and drive. Upon triumphing over a few perils, never mock at them. This Tanka has a rhyme scheme...

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which hue of the fragrance delights determined as nectar sublime peak from which we wouldn’t alight stretching therein the flow of time the aspect within us that clings attempting to seize and possess creates a pulse that sorrow brings self-blocking the divine caress movement life and stagnation death thus as we embrace and release evade ego onslaught in stealth flowing on with nonchalant ease 10-July-2021...

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The light that lights the sun Shines within our glowing heart Cognised when we come all undone Whereupon bliss ignition within us starts Eternal noumenon manifesting phenomena Innate aliveness screen of awareness In silence no longer an enigma As light of consciousness Light that from within radiates Unable to behold it’s luminescence Save through mirrors in stillness sedate Clear light shines upon meditative...

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Breastfeeding Perils I watched you take your first breath And open your sleepy eyes Your trembling lip and clinched little fist Never a mother could resist From head to toes with your thick white coating Soon rubbed clean and a warm blanket did cover Placed on my breast to feast on the milk But silly you turn away like its buttermilk You spit and...

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Dog demands attention and food. Loves to be petted. Rolls around on the floor like a pig in slop. Legs in the air. My husband claps. I clap. Her one trick. She is the only baby who still lives with us. The perils of being in our sixties....

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Foils and perils Horrifying and terrible Well documented after the fact Misunderstood totally at the time Fouls and perils Shoved to the back of your mind To be brought out and made fun During family gatherings...

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Our phone has rung six times in an hour. The same speech. A robot offering us senior services. We have asked them not to call us. On call four they said we would be taken off their list. Calls five and six were real people Saying they were from Senior Services. The perils of being...

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I'll tell you a tale when Texas was young When women were scarce and horse thieves were hung. His name was Jake and he was six feet nine - Rode down from Kansas with rustlin' in mind Re-branded some Longhorns, all he could see Sun was still up when he hung from a tree He was a big man, he's...

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I arrive at work early, hoping to get some poetry posted. Dum, dee, dum, dee, dum, dee, dum, dee, dumb. I am across from the sign in sheet, and everybody has a problem today. They enter one at a time, until it gets busy, then they enter two at a time. The perils of being popular at work. I do not mind....

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