Short Airway Poems
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no one was in the john that day
so I thought it’d be safe to stay
I needed to sneeze
with hands on my knees
blew the blockage from my…airway
Positive Airway Pressure
For your sleeping pleasure
Use that humidifier
Or your throat will be on fire
Getting started with a C-PAP,
You’re going to need a nap
This candle burns slowly —and with the severity of courage
We pick our way with utter caution down the bombarded stairway
One thing is certain: we must flee from this scoffing pillage.
Aided by fluttering tallow, our vision is haunted by the airway.
Lies drip off my lips like honey.
Whilst the truth struggles to clamber up my airway.
It often gets stuck somewhere between my throat and my mouth.
Never to see the light of day.
Falsehoods come much easier.
They behave as my constant companions.
Support for my throne of fabrication,
Which teeters in the breeze.
She cries tonight
She is not in the light
She just might
Let it go they say
Its not their life in decay
It is no longer to be delayed
She is done
She is gone
She used to dwell on
She used to be ok
She closed her airway
Her skies went gray
No one misses her
Used to drown herself in liquer
She is no ameteur
Form:
Panic attack
Neurons are whack
Strive for balance
Infests my whole day
Each way I try to convey
Messages, communicate
My how neural pathways can stray
Left with a bottlenecked airway
I seek but body-chemical harmony
Thoughts, actions with symmetry
Gather grey matter
Take the unrest
Heave it over the railing
Crazy’s gone stale
And then I exhale
Sunshine Williams
The ocean pulled her under.
She didn’t let out a scream.
Instead she stared in wonder
Imagining she was in a dream.
Her body was floating and sinking;
She was stuck somewhere in between.
Water was entering her airway
And she couldn’t help believing
How lucky she was this day.
To die in the deep blue
The only place she’d known.
This may have been a tragedy,
But at least she was finally home.
Books are our friends hey!
Don’t throw them away;
Keeping ourselves array
So that we be at assay
With books positively lay
For scrutiny at a ballet.
They – best pals – do say:
Read lavishly and do play,
Or in bright sunshine splay.
All healthy tips; no betray,
No deceiving, no astray.
Hence be ready to little pay
And be free as that jay
And soar up in the airway
Knowledge and wisdom to flay.
J-anuary thirtieth morn
H-as broken early Monday;
E-vening shadows disappear;
R-aindrops stay away.
M-isty Sunday airway
I-s nowhere in sight;
E-ven the haze is gone into the blackest night.
A-nother birth has come,
N-ew dawn sets things aright;
T-he beacon has risen,
O-pening the day with light.
L-et the dirt and grime fade
I-nto the deepest darkness;
N-ow is the time to wash off and deterge the surface.
D-ay twenty-seventh breaks,
A-s February month allows;
R-ain stops from falling;
R-ays slip through the clouds.
E-ventide and dusk fade, the twilight does the same;
N-ight chill comes to a close, giving way for the burning flame.
J-ust let the haze turn
I-nto a clear wide airway;
M-ist has disappeared too,
E-nding its shroud of the day.
N-ew dawn has just broken,
E-arly breeze removes the shadow;
Z-one of darkness is gone, fresh morn meets the meadow.
Sixty Degrees In January
Miracle Man
1/11/2022
Inhaling the beauty on a winter day,
drifting chimney smoke fills the airway.
A stirring of the breeze is barely enough,
to sound the chimes with each puff.
I’m searching the positives in my past life,
Seeking only good times, avoiding strife.
Remembering faces whose names I forget,
hopefully not caused by present mindset.
Coffee cup empty and newspaper in fold,
I’m left to wonder what current day holds.