As
if by
accident
a fellow died
an arrest denied
did he fry on purpose
no one cared no one ran in
all kept silent, as if tongue tied
one body burning, sheeting on fire
a whore lit a smoke he got lost inside
soft shearling sheeting
shivering shimmering snow ~
seasonal savior
Inspired by but not entered in* the Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
*I was just too dang slow in deciding which one to enter! LOL
huddled together
from the sheeting rain
the unbrellas mob the hearse-
then in twos
slowly separate
NOTE:A tanka in English is essentially a 3 line hiku(SHOW)with a couplet amplification (TELL)
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
bucking, straining, fighting the reins
snorting, cavorting, brassy and loud
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
rambunctious colt, kicks loose the drain
landscape obscured, wrapped in a shroud
water is sheeting, down to the plains
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
paired but untamed, neither is cowed
rider gets thrown, back on again
headstrong, stubborn meets angry and proud
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 13 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 05/05/2022
huddled together
from the sheeting rain
the unbrellas mob the hearse-
then in twos
slowly separate
NOTE:Essentially a tanka in English is a 3 line hiku(SHOW)& a 2 line couplet (TELL) comment
Young Peter destroyed his bed sheeting
So he could go out trick or treating
His mother went mad
And so did his dad
Their language is not worth repeating!
Rock Hardon just called a staff meeting
To hear a complaint about cheating
Our Xerox machine
Could not be wiped clean
So privates were publicly sheeting
Home at last, home at last, home at last!
upon my favorite white pillow
encouraging me to dream
giving me solitude
letting me relax
welcoming me
white sheeting
cool
crisp
During enduring winter rain
the small bird cheeping
his only wish of certain warmth
ducks out of the sheeting rain - each
grain aimed an icy dart poignantly
tipped with a hardening past -
into the chimney duct through
too-small a hole for use again,
tweaking his wish to certain flames,
some sorta luck, and, suddenly drained,
to sync with the rain
Berry Stained Sheets
She, she alone has set my heart free.
Her loveliness now given freely to me.
Our lasting bond forever defined
Eating raspberries from parts aligned.
With laughing memories repeating
Of berry stained under sheeting.
The heat of her voluptuous body
Pressed close to mine.
Oh God in heaven
Be there no end to this glorious time.
huddled
from the sheeting rain
umbrellas circle the hearse..
in twos
they slowly depart
Teddy Bears on holiday.
The Teddy Bears marched one and all
Smartly through the Hotel Hall.
With Ted in front Freddy last
They raised a smile from all they passed.
“Look lively now” was Lionel’s cry
And moving quicker they did try.
Rupert shouted “Feet are sore”
Lisa told him “Not much more”
Out to the sunshine 5 did go
So smart they looked it made a show.
Upon the bellowed “Stop” command
They all stood still held hand in hand.
So Lionel “What’s to do for fun
Whilst we have this warming sun”
“A water game might suit the bill
With buckets, foam and slopping hill.”
An hour spent with plastic sheeting
Pegs and rope and planning meeting.
A slide was made both smooth and turning
Liquid need, stop the burning.
Water down, poured from the top
All stepped on, no chance to stop.
A pile was made with 5 bears twisted
With screams and giggles, bottoms blistered.
Freddy first to wiggle free
Then Rupert wrapped round Lionel’s knee.
Lisa, Ted were both upended
Knickers shown, no one offended.
That day they all had such a game
To stop and tidy, such a shame.
But memories, once made like this
We keep forever, simply bliss.
J D Healey
THE CURSE OF FOG
The curse of fog
Descended while our boat was wearing,
Before we had time
To fix our bearing :
A last glimpse of lighthouse far,
Final sighting of the dog star.
We groped forward slowly together -
No one to recuse, nor rescue.
With only hope blind to tell us
To make efforts at beating,
And faith hesitant
In the tiller and sheeting;
But secure in the Captain’s swearing
And his judgment unerring.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
NOTE
This nautical poem uses words like “wear”, “beat” and “sheet”,
which tell sailors what is happening. The poem can be read
as a simple sea-story; or as a story of life’s bigger issues.
Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,
and something's coming...
It's nights like this that bring the creature
from the other side of time, misshapen
wretch with no measure of humanity,
dragging its loathsome body to our door.
Squelching abomination with dark sockets
for its eyes, a travesty of decency and grace.
Not marked in any almanac, no picture
of this beast save in the nightmares
of our child, who flies into his mother's
arms and trembles, trying to scrape
the ugly specter from his mind,
for he knows...
he can feel the slimy presence
hidden deep within the shadows
of the house. Is it living only in his
darkest fears? Once settled is he
free of fang and claw?
"Leave a light on, Mom!"
Can you hear the heart beat in the trees
Mimicking me praise reports embracing the symphony.
You are the words captivating me
You heal me
You speak with a profound illicit beat
Intimate with me
Walk on the ground surface cemented deep
You complete me
Whole fractions equally unique
You include me
Smelling the sweet savor of honey suckle emancipate me
Streams of lights within independent sand sheeting seeing me
Into me I see
Visual mirrors cracked releasing me
To see
Me
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