Short Bight Poems
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its a cool day
but i must say
i open my blinds
look i could see
it was bight as can be
weather was fine
was
WINTER SUNSHINE
New sun radiates,
painting the sea bight silver...
rocks seem huddled sheep!
Entered in Raul Moreno's contest, "Champagne Skies"
Bight colors
Brand new clothes
Shiny cars
Empty hearts
Cold house
Lost souls
Selfish man
Woman of scandal
Hurt wife
Crying child
Eternity
Bight blue sky called to me that day.
It said, 'Why hello there. Hope you like my colour today"
The more I stared up the more I understood that
That voice came not from up above but from deep within.
Form:
Your hair shines bight under a moon light like the wind whispers and the clouds shine upon your feet so the grass gets higher and higher till the end of time to see the stars follow in sequence when the moon comes in a bright colored glossy
finish
Bight blue skys with
fluffy clouds
i need total darkness
i love the smell of
decaying rotting flesh
i could be a zombie
at the end of the world
i will never go hungry
it is getting harder for
me to tell dreams
from reality
my thoughts are clouded
i'm thirsty for a
drink of your blood
You make me feel like a
Summer's sunset on a beach:
Watching the bight rays stretch
Out across the waves,
Saying one last golden goodbye to the world
Before it goes to sleep; allowing
The stars and moon to take its place in the
Evening sky, as they sparkle across
The water like thousands of dancing snowflakes.
I wish to touch the next God-made day
But if only if only i may,
To see the sunrise or clouds cloak the day
To hear the birds sing and see kids play,
It doesn't have to be bight
as long as there's light
So that i can see
The day shared with me,
At night now this is what i pray
Before upon my bed i lay,
And then hopefully sleep
That day in my Heart tonight i keep.
Upon her face hangs a pout,
Which under her philtrum she wears so pink.
Not that she wills to show sulkiness,
But to send a flirtatious invitation,
And inveigle mine to repose on her rosy bight.
A fool he who ignores a pout and a wink.
Never could I resist the beams of her comeliness;
To kiss me and erase the pout is her intention.
Stifled in this spin of bight
Tongue undone in sudden fright
cannot scream claws holding tight
To twist and stomp with all my might
What is this sorry bloody sight?
So slippery slime that yet can bite
If one could stretch to such a height
to burst though stone and see the light
It's midnight moonless clouded night
an empty graveyard sees my plight
And shudders for this can't be right
Listen to poem:
String of Lights
David J Walker
Stretching as far back as
I can remember
A string of lights shines
(one at a time)
On each day
The wall plug energizes from
Deep within the last century
Dulling each mise-en-scène
That is numbered
As I walk down its namesake lane
The nearest shine bight
(At last fading into a distant past) as
The bulbs flicker their luster and
Vanish from sight
Listen to poem:
The eastern gale swept o'er the bay tonight,
As rising seas climbed up the sandy beach,
It pushed and forced its way beyond the bight,
And those who tried to stay, they did beseech,
They boarded in and hunkered down so tight,
Those need of care got aid if in their reach,
The stormy night gave way to calm daylight
Some minor damage said in Mayor's speech,
No deaths had been reported, shed some light,
A wiser lesson learned that storm did teach.
2020 January 07
Wherever you are
He is there
And now you're afraid
He is tired.
And his heart
That you made with
The passing of time is
The love you both made
But erased.
With one smile
Arder full of love
And the star's how they shone
Inside on fire the sun.
In the light face to face
her shadow
Now is lost, and forever
He's left without the bight side of her love.
And one faraway sun that still smiles
And God's love lass and I said yes and that,
She's is afraid, that he's tired.