Short Billowy Poems
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those that have gone,
to billowy sky, to Jesus side.
Spring is born.
new creation.
Easter eggs, found.
blessings abound.
Form:
Gilding Grand Marshall
Clouds unfurl billowy masts
Banner serenades
Dreamy floats circle gawkers
Bright ensemble entertains
Soaring
Freely among
Billowy white, fluffy clouds
Went past the edge of tomorrow
To the wild blue yonder
English Pensee, 5 lines 2/4/7/8/6 syllables
Ignored, forgotten singed and blackened
Manuscripts of misguided thoughts
Tossed to the fireplace but forever
Impinged on brain cells expelled as billowy smoke
Believe it or not, this word's in the dictionary
“Discomfort from eating too much” nice imagery
“Crapulence” sounds witty
Not really very pretty
A routine so we don't become big and billowy
Believe it or not, this word's in the dictionary
“discomfort from eating too much” nice imagery
“Crapulence” sounds shitty
Not really very pretty
A daily routine so we don't become big and billowy
Smells his favorite perfume
not freshly
Even from Venus Ghost's super fall moon-
Dandy's Perfume!
Sure Stuck on billowy pillow,
From last Spring.
Anyway dear,
the big one in your pillow
out of male or female?
Or both!!
Form:
a beacon of hope
the lighthouse stands tall
as sunshine comes through
white billowy clouds
a vibrant blue sky
connects with the sea
03/22/2021
Written for: Tableau 6 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
The lyrics sweep over me
as a wave of enchantment
over a magic forest
The melody embraces me, lifts me up
o’er highest treetops
to a place where billowy clouds
lull me to sleep
a prism dance floor -
starlight-speckled grains of sand
under comet sky
glistening ocean -
billowy waves dance freely
engulfing prisms
surging waves seek land -
prisms waltz on the shoreline
in the moonlit tide
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 24, 2012
Where are you today
My Illusive Butterfly
Fluttering around
Among beautiful flowers
Amid fluffy billowy clouds
Or perched on a
Dainty stem of primrose
Or a nearby limb
Of a mighty Oak
Looking out at the world
Through the multi eyes of
My Illusive Butterfly
a pale yellow dawn
as warmth finds baby blue skies
and apple blossoms
vast sandy beaches
cream roses lotus blossoms
add to dawn's palette
peach carnations bloom
near pale pink ranunculus
yellow butterflies
billowy clouds drift
a lilac parakeet sings
to utter stillness
Morah’s nightgown was frothy not frilly, pretty and dainty
breeze blew it in a billowy way as she walked toward the sea
her husband watched as she headed toward the round moon
she was the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter
he stayed where he was, understanding the night was for her
Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee…•
I dwell in the heavens
on moonlit beams
sun seared clouds
billowy waves
my celestial stage
no worldly worries
or cranial cares
My soul mingles
meddles
among gods
Zeus, Apollo
Osiris
Thoth and Thor
dodging an asteroid
meteor or mars
Welcome to the
mystery of my
soul's menage
His very bones smell of ocean
beard lashed with its salt
On land, rubber legs awkward
he gapes and he gawks
But rig him up a mast
billowy sails to go with it
Prow boldly juts forward ~
Thirty knots an hour, his ticket
It's texture most beautiful.
In huge folds and swirls,
Deep shadows enveloped me;
To dress me up in black.
Smooth, billowy,
How it thrills me!
The night is back.
Moving through the trees,
Swirling ebony waters,
As dreams come true.
I must go out at night.
I cannot miss the sight,
Of those satiny, satin nights!
A quiet, tranquil space
Isolated from the human race
Shuttered from life's obsessive chase
Disappearing without a trace
No itinerary; no suitcase
Fleeting time to erase
Solitude, serenity to encase
A staggered, slow pace
Only my thoughts to embrace
All expectations, challenges efface
Billowy dreams my saving grace
willowy billowy daydreams
whirlwind of playful fantasy
worshiping mystical moonbeams
waywardly sailing on a sea
warm starry midnight serenades
welcoming beckoning mermaids
whispering invite warm extremes
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 9, 2018 for contest PLEIADES sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
White, billowy, fleeting.
Floating aimlessly through
The blue summer sky.
Silently towering above me.
Building fortresses, monuments,
Sailing ships...
Animals... Faces...
Constantly moving and changing.
Going wherever the wind takes them
Like free spirits.
On a lazy summer afternoon
I could sit for hours
And watch the
Clouds.
Form:
Souls that pass through the veil
Over night
Rise like the morning dew in the noon
Sunlight
White billowy clouds like angels
In flight
Cover the heavens with
Earthly delights
Teary eyes thick with shade
Which one is yours
Which ones are mine
For unawaken ones left behind
Neither as the souls return home
To where souls belong
Sliding through the sunlit lake,
Shining armor of silver plates,
Slippery shadow shape through translucent liquid;
Darting down to the depths,
Suspended there in weightless water,
Then vanishing in a veil of billowy dark green fingers;
The ghost of a glimmer,
A tiny drop of silver glimpsed from the glassy surface,
Then lost beneath the lake.
Clouds rolled
then hovered overhead
waiting on the wind to catch up
pass by then race away
while billowy puff clouds stayed,
as images began to form
darkened gray unicorns
sky filled with fire breathing dragons
the sun alone and lagging,
then a rumbled flash of light displayed
flushed the clouds of rain
slowly pushing the storm away.
A blue so blue appeared in the sky
purer than the blue of a maiden's eye
Poking a hole through puff-clouds billowy white
its majesty moving those who prize sight
I wonder if it knows, as I marvel in awe
at its beauty so rare, no unperceived flaw
Or is its struggle to emerge so all-consuming
naivete yet untarnished ~ pristine, unassuming
Storm gathers her minions, trains her army,
I watch from my window, thinking of smoke
She is unusually puffy and billowy, personable
Determined and distinguished, I feel fearful
Storm continues to bring in troops
I think it is overkill, but what do I know?
I have never been a commander of an element
I sit back and wait, worried about the possibilities.