Short Airs Poems
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Dappling sunlight
wandering
patching
Blessed earth
courting
dancing
Summer leaf
capturing
mesmerising
Summer airs
Form:
whispering of winds
sibilant, susurrations
inspiring insights
braggart's boring boasts
haughty, howlingly hollow
a wisp and a whiff
tintinnabulum
continuously caressed
potent priapic
wet and wheezy whine
old nick now is not so nice
whispering wraiths wait
Airs and Graces
On their faces
A gaze down the nose
Other silly shows
Illusions of grandeur
A grand amour
Of self deception
False Perception
Take a better look
We are the open book
Their airs and graces
Reflected on our faces.
Diana Dalton
2 Feb 2017
The woman wore her faux fox hat with an air of elegance and pride
I am used to real furs, my daddy is a dealer, and he shows me each hide
She acts with a touch of snobbery, which I think is totally amusing
If she could see animals turned into pelts, her vanity would be confusing.
An emptiness, now do they
Sky-hearted convey.
Or blow cold, with high-pitched moans
When that for our ran-through tones
As rapt shimmered. Fey!
Dawn-breathed, hearts first warmed up in
A shook house, within
To hear: "refresh, in the free.
Where to spin as tops, friendly
I'll, too, be laughing!"
Pulling chairs and holding doors
are gestures of respect
I cling to reverentially,
emotion, that beggars intellect.
In times long gone I'd doff my hat
and dress in spats and bow-tie
to woo a damsel with dispatch,
a wink, a nod, to catch her eye.
Nowadays, old-fashioned graces
often meet with glares askance,
with worried and suspicious faces
I don't get a second glance!
Pulling chairs and holding doors
are gestures of respect
I cling to reverentially,
actions that o'ershadow intellect.
In times long gone I'd doff my hat
and dress in spats and bow-tie
to woo a damsel with dispatch,
a wink, a nod, to catch her eye.
Nowadays, old-fashioned graces
often meet with glares askance,
with worried and suspicious faces
I don't get a second glance.
Another word for exaggeration is hyperbole
One word is fine, so why did we need two?
I don’t know, seems utterly redundant to me
Not being an etymologist, I haven’t a clue.
One for common folks, the other for the elite?
Seems someone couldn’t agree, and that’s fine,
I’ll settle for exaggeration, a word that’s neat
Hyperbole ... if I’m trying to show my behind.
Written August 27, 2022
Darling diva cow puts on airs, said Ruth Could.
Weird for her usual smell is nicotine putrid.
No one can stand the stench of her pores or her coat.
Barnyards smelled better with cows, pigs and one goat.
Is that her? I asked pointing to a cow with legs.
She was kicking one up, practically showing us eggs.
Yes, and she thinks she’s all that, but her smell is horrid.
I could not get any closer, nicotine came out of her forehead.
The cool evening airs
Sweeps across her moonlit hair
Gently laying, bare her extraordinary beauty.
By a pleasant breeze of fragrant air
That blows gently across her wavey hair.
Hypnotically twisting and flittering
Curling and swirling her flowing hair
with each gentle breeze
That I could not stop but to stare
Oh Blair, My Blair
how much more can I bare,
I sit here in profound despair.
Naturally wondering
if you genuinely care.
To qualify as an educated gent
to certain boarding-schools one must be sent
To learn how to position one's fork and knife
and raise one's pinkie, unlike lowlifes
A gent speaks with an air of charm and grace
his nose gradually rising on his face
Savaging the ways of 'today's barbaric youth'
while knocking down shots of gin and vermouth
Such gents betimes depart fine society
exposing themselves ~ targets of impropriety