Short All Clear Poems
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green is a color,
and pretty good teller,
it tells more than hides,
it gets people on their strides,
signals all clear,
go ahead without fear.
Woke up today to a nuclear plant alert
At a Pickering site, an emergency quite overt
Until the “all clear”
Terror was quite near
First time for such a scare so blurred
Halleluya, my youngest son Scottie
Sound the all-clear for the dreaded Covid-19
A HUGE sigh of relief
Once again we can breathe
Just one of those fortunate personalities
Birdsong gets lonely
but it never gives up
unless there's a storm overhead,
or a cat on the prowl.
Then when it's all clear
they sing up their own storm,
make a big fuss
of being lonely again.
Rudolph, the leader of Santa's reindeer,
adjusted his nose and gave the all clear
to steer Santa well with his braced flashlight.
But one Christmas Eve, he sneezed during flight!
LIFE IN A NUTSHELL
Now that I've reached
The ripe old age of eighty-six
It's all clear to me now
What life is all about
WE'RE BORN
WE struggle
WE become old and cranky
THEN WE DIE... SIMPLE?
LOL
5th grade
I remember the air raid drills
Sitting tight against the concrete wall
Hands folded behind bowed and cowlicked heads
waiting for the "all clear" call.
While the menacing RED BEAR
stalked our innocents up and down the icy hall.
Wait, bus driver. Look over your shoulder.
Do you see any kid sleeping? Nope? Check.
Walk to the back and take a look. All clear?
Checked under the seats? No luck? Check.
Can you hear any faint movements? No?
Proceed, you're the only human on the bus.
Light to my soul, heavenly bliss,
If you forgive me Lord
Loving you naught can be amiss,
For penance I afford.
Death seems ever so near
My soul should be all clear
Take me Lord there's no fear.
Let the bells toll,
Light to my soul.
Quietus
New year, cold beer
Cold beer, Bronx cheer
Bronx cheer, high gear
High gear, all clear
All clear, frontier
Frontier, sharp spear
Sharp spear, blood smear
Blood smear, kill deer
Kill deer, pure fear
Pure fear ~
Get outta here
Sunrise,
slowly it sneaks,
first, it will take a peek
and if the coastline is all clear,
then just a tad more near the horizon
its yellow will show, it will glow,
a strong push from the range,
then it will be
sunrise.
2019 September 27
howmanysyllables
2R,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2R
A spring roll! You brought me a spring roll!
A mouthful and thank you.
Shrimp! - You warn me.
Allergic to?
A slow chew.
You're lucky I said.
No allergies.
But thank you.
There's less fear.
All clear.
Better late than never.
I forgive you.
More coffee.
Won't turn blue.
Some wash-brew.
and PHEW !
Breast machine squashed boobs, ouch it hurt ...
Expletives I tried not to blurt!
Next an ultra sound scan
Doc said you’re all clear Jan
For cancer you must stay alert
I got good news yesterday my 'lump' turned out to be scar tissue from my surgery in 2019:-)
29/5/19
In a Ballroom:
As the drama unfolds
neither eye nor ear
shall turn away from the
door
The people were eating,
drinking and dancing but
now they all clear the
floor
Even I myself am
hunting and looking
for a much better place
to view
The most beautiful
someone that I’ve ever
seen, and behold that
someone is you
In Southern hemisphere,'
Winter flowing past here,
At Jack Frost we peer,'
Happy smiles do appear,
Winter sunshine is sheer,
Roses need a pruning shear,
Moonlit nights all clear,
Not much snow this year,
Not a ski bunny, dear,
Drought is what we fear,
Of farmers' plight we hear,
Send more rain in our sphere,
Looks like El Nino gear.
I have been sitting here for a long time
Wondering what to do next or find
I keep searching and not knowing
If I am coming or where I am going
What am I doing here for I'm not at all clear
And there's no one to ask who is near
So I sit here and wait trying to think it through
Perhaps in the end I'll know what to do.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A cold damp wind hits you in the face
And the darkness closes in on you
Biting into you as you wait and stand
There is no more need to be concerned
For the longer you wait, the worm will turn
As the dog searches through the factory
Endless minutes plod on without hearing
Until the all clear is given to resume patrol.
© Paul Warren Poetry
From a distant place
You’re right there alone
It’s all clear in mind
When you’re on the phone
No dull moments
You’re making me smile
I have good days
Though we’re far like a mile
Your familiar voice
I haven’t heard before
I’m daydreaming!
You’re standing in my door
Looking forward
To hold your hands
Staring the sunset
We’re sitting on white sand.
I awoke in the dark
Not knowing what was my part
Black and white was all
Greys fading as down I fall
Looking to find my way out
Bumping and running about
How did I come to be here
Nothing seems at all clear
Before when I was in control
I craved and bled out my soul
But now I struggle and flop about
No more or less I cry loudly out.
© Paul Warren Poetry
she is a survivor she battled and won
she can smile now but the pain wasnt fun
it took so long but her life is back on track
when she was given the news she had to fight back
after a long journey these words echoed in her ear
you are a survivor, she'd been given the all clear
she is a lucky one many have lost the fight
so give your support so less people have to say goodnight
inside you are
tucked in tight
as you tuck my
hair behind my
ear. it's hard (you
understand) to see
at all clear when
looking with my
flesh. breath
begins subtly
like warm liquid
sizzling & dripping-
yet with ease
breath speeds
inhales chasing
exhales, licking
sparks on skin.
the response is
within, instant
bursts of flame;
i didn't think you'd
be here, but i'm
glad you came.
Listen to poem:
I see a clearing
It's big enough to land in
The grass is short
No rocks or bumps
It's all clear for landing
My heart beats in panic
Tears of sweat run down my face
Fear grips my body
In expectant embrace
The engine splutters and coughs
Bangs erupt from broken wings
I hear my own screams
The smoke is acrid in flared nostrils
My flesh burning, stinks
Ah! I savour a touchdown, touche!
inside you are
tucked in tight,
as you tuck my
hair behind my
ear. it's hard (you
understand) to see
at all clear when
looking with my
flesh. breath
begins subtly
like warm liquid
sizzling & dripping-
yet with ease,
breath speeds,
inhales chasing
exhales, licking
sparks on skin.
the response is
within, instant
bursts of flame;
i didn't think you'd
be here, but i'm
glad you came.
human turret son
gun syndrome
genome thunder dome
range lightning rain
night sky of 40 grain
splendid caliber
X caliber
plink to think
dinky clinks
tiny echoes
bricks, all clear
fire flies
barrels of varying sizes
armorer princess prizes
she goes all .223/5.56
flash suppressed
range without a roof
took her rounds
now she frowns
tell her later
give them back
after dinner
Hey, smiling old sun!
you bring love to everyone,
your rays bring love to our days
and all things reign in peace.
the birds fill the blue sky,
flying free low and sky,
from our lips escape a happy sigh;
the heavens are all clear,
the call of the wild is here,
the summer dust they blow forever;
the chilly wind blows here and there,
the dancing grasses turn green,
you made them so with the rain.
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