Shoos Poems

In Marked Territory

In Marked Territory 10-28-24 - Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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In Marked Territory

Midnight tightly clasps the darkness,
Like a wounded heart,
In between topaz edges of twilight
 And pastels of first light.

Jealous of its cosmos
Shoos away the master of the day
 Turning the face of the daystar
  To other skies
To claim small hours.

Guardian of vanishing infinities
Speaks 
Indigo borders
 For moonlight
   Moonbows
    And wishes on the first brave star
Where waves of the galaxy
Break 
Over unseen edges of stellar sands.

Lit only by celestial lanterns
Enchanter 
Conjures sovereign spells
Declaring jurisdiction over platinum roses
And
Lover’s sighs 
That wax then wane under polar stars.

Night rules this welkin magic,
A sorcerer hiding a book of spells,
This realm under the starry arch
 The moonrise
  The nebulae decorating the firmament,
Where gravity hems in epiphanies.

Breakfast For the Ducks

Near the fountain stands the male
In iridescent glory,
But his mate begins this tale,
A true Manhattan story.

These same ducks have made their home
Outside a high-rise building.
I see them swim or sleep or roam;
The truth requires no gilding.

This morning, early, as he waits,
The female, with intention
Of what she now anticipates,
Insists on prompt attention.

She marches right up to the door,
By which a doorman’s standing
And opens up her beak to score
The meal she is demanding.

In full regalia, he complies
And grabs a baggie waiting,
Then shoos some pigeons to the skies,
Their hope for food deflating.

He sprinkles breakfast for the pair,
Who gustily start eating
And I walk on so I can share
This urban morning meeting.

Zephyr

"the gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, kisses the blushing leaf."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Spring arrives upon gentle Zephyr air.
          softly kisses new leaves,
      Whispers greetings for birds to share,
                    shoos snowy thieves.

Scent of new flowers hides in Zephyr's hair,
          as new seedlings she checks
      She calls sunshine for weather fair,
                    melt winter's flecks.

Birds fly from winter nests in Zephyr skies
          set to build a new nest.
      First, a partner catching their eyes,
                    spring does the rest.

A lovely world forms of greens, subtle golds,
          and sweet bird songs surround.
      Springtime's magic Zephyr unfolds                    
                    joy all around.

December 22, 2022

for Writing Challenge Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables=10, 6, 8, 4

On the Phone With Mrs Kravits

I am on the phone with Mrs. Kravitz.
You remember her.
Samantha's snoopy neighbor on the TV Show Bewitched.
Oh, you weren't alive in the sixties?
Follow along.
Here is her dialogue.
What is going on?
No telling what this is about.
It is a door to door solicitor, she tells me.
I take care of the neighbors.
He had better not be going over there!
Her elderly neighbor pays her in Valium if she shoos the salesmen away.
I hear her door open.
Slow down Mass Whole!
I’m calling the cops on that one, she tells me.
This is two seconds after telling me she had threatened yet another doctor.
I’ll have his license! She told me. I reported him to the medical board.
It is a wonder she has not been hunted down yet.

Lace

Brightness peeps into
yellowing net curtains;
brief wafts of a semaphore sky.

An elderly lady has planted her mind
in an apartment,
lightbulbs burn out, are never replaced;
sunshine squints through thin drapes.

Daily she shoos the world away,
discourages rumors
of unnecessary things.
Mail piles up
on her unwelcome mat.

Old Lace

Daylight slips in and out
of yellowing net curtains.
Sunny wafts semaphore the sky.

An old lady has planted
her mind in closets, 
in drawers where
an off-white linen recalls
lavender scented dreams.

She could to the garden,
but it has grown alien,
rank and beyond her.

In the apartment
lamplights go out
then never replaced.
The sky still squints
through fading lace,

Ghosts claim to know her,
but she shoos them away
when they talk of tomorrow
and other unnecessary things.

Dairy Barn Invaded By Jay

cooing blackbirds drowned out with quick ugly squawk
dairy barn invaded by an irritated jay
wooing bovine herds mooing down by eagle rock
airy haymow fragrance potent on this summer day

nest in rafters, possibly of a small frightened wren.
able farmer’s wife shoos prickly crow away
rest of barn’s hay is harsh, prickly and rather thin
stable in August is usually in bit of disarray

Written 1-23-2020
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Contest: Let’s Write a Lento Poetry Contest

It's For the Birds

The fragrance of an open bottle, ~~numbs,
It aires a room resigned to fulfillment,
Impatience dealt some wayward errant doves,
Carries them to moor like patient children,
Obeisance for 'tis nature that they delves,
Buries their heads fore flights of fluttering,
A floor draped in white feathers, winds bundles,
Door burst, shoos, closed windows, seals a bottle.


Date: 05/31/2019

Finite

The night- serene and dark,
We lay, mellowed in peace,
How silence would embark,
Down to its utter tease.

As no morning moves,
There’s news I don’t see,
only the outside shoos,
but this, this couldn’t be.

Our little bundle of joy
Is heard of- a distant keep,
I want a toy
To lull me back to sleep.

I can’t, there are people all around,
Could I ask them why?
Was it so low to sound
For anyone to pass by.

The crackles, crispy clatter,
Halls that stand still,
That’d been the matter,
Where holes would fill.

The smile, the chill we feel,
No longer a walk in winter,
Would ride us by wheel,
Yet as it'd wither,
There’s a lonesome squeal.

You ask to detest,
But this was a dream,
Sleek as silver, lest
We redeem.

Dreams

Come to me tonight in dreams,
When darkness shoos the day away,
When reality splits down the seams
and reasoned thought in disarray
lets loose the hold it has on life,
As tenuous as that hold might be,
and dances off to drum and fife
amidst the glitz and jubilee
that herald in forgotten thought,
Lain dormant under lock and key,
Behind the mind in limbo caught,
Only for eyes that truly see.
Then, if by chance you pass this way,
Stay with me till night finds the day.

Spring Is In the Air

There's a sudden brightness to the dark and dreary sky,
And the icicles drip-drip as they bid the world good-bye.
Sunlight wraps the world in a blanket of pure gold,
As a surge of sudden warmth shoos away the gloomy cold.
Clouds of mist sparkle in a dazzling world of light.
As some brightly colored flowers just complete the stunning sight.
The scent of honeysuckle tickling my nose,
Enveloping me like a blanket from my head down to my toes.
Cherry blossom petals fly around me with the breeze,
Tangling with the green leaves of a grove of sturdy trees.
The soothing touch of freshness on my arms and on my face,
And a carefree, calming breeze cools the air with swirling grace.
The shining sun sets down its charm with gentle, graceful care,
Oh yes its true, the world has changed, 'cause spring is in the air.

John John

John John is my buddy, special as hell
And to think I was considering saying farewell
He never lets me down
Shoos away my frowns
A special buddy for sure, unparalleled

Great Horned Owl

Hoo H'hoo's!  Hoo H'hoo's!
My nocturnal catch in the bacyard has been a feast 
One good hold and the rodent is put to rest
With unwarranted suspicion a woman with stick shoos me away
My hoots are ominous she says and disturb her peaceful rest.

Hoo H'hoo's! Hoo H'hoo's! I fly to a lonely barn
The witches at magic cackle and be my friend
My corny tufts and  cat like ears make me of their kind
In the east my brethren befriend the pious goddesses
While in the west we are mocked, shooed and cursed

Hoo H'hoo's! Hoo H'hoo's!
In my next life let my innocent ogling eyes in a heart face 
Be born in a land where I can freely vocalise my hoots
Where I be praised with the goddess of wisdom
And not be a sorcerer's bird or a symbol of death

February 13, 2016
Sponsor :EveRoper

Homeless

He flies far 
Collected Sprig to make a nest 
Wish he could Guard her eggs. 
She flies away 
Leaving their nest. The shower of time 
Washed the abode, 
Made them homeless. 
City-lights eradicate night lull 
City-sounds daunting the eggs.
O Ethnic, keep patience
There will be sunshine
We will run far,
So far, would never return
Your dwelling dismantles the tiny abode
The flock of humane shoos it
They will miss the old tree
And squeeze the recent arbor.

Outlaw

Outlaw

 They jeer at me
They cast me out
They say
I am not of them
For I am different
My skin is different

My people 
Cast me away
Because my skin is fairer

The white man
Shoos me away
Because my skin is darker

They hold back
From me
As if I might 
Have a cold
Because I’m different

Because my skin
Is a mystery
To them all
They made me
An outlaw

But my mother
Faraway 
Knows me not
As an outlaw
But a missing string
In her guitar.

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