Short Blowers Poems
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dog ears I have
loud sounds are hell
heating duct blowers distract me
Ouch! Is that the sound of a bell?
music piped in puts me over the edge.
I am barely hanging onto insanity’s ledge.
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Tachyon
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1/22/2019
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tachyon - a hypothetical particle held to travel faster than light
O, blowers of the sky!
carry my prayers with you and cling to them
who sacrificed for humanity
forgotten with time
never to be recalled in the past
my heart hurts for them
my heart begs
so they might partake in sacrament.
Written: January 13, 2023
Sleepless
Dogs are howling.
Cats are yowling.
Stomach's growling.
Just want a nap.
Mowers mow.
Blowers blow.
Planes are low.
Please, a bit of kip.
A fly astir .
An AC's whirr.
Roaring roadster.
Just forty winks.
Telly's off.
Party's over.
Almost aslee...
Have to pee.
-Grim
inhaling pure helium
the contestants were giggling
pursed their lips blew for first prize
save ozone layer from holes
shield us from the scorching sun
bubble gum chewing award
suckers and blowers unite
together everyone wins
19th October 2020
Impressions Poetry contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaude
Visual One
fallen leaves peacock
their joseph coat carpet
over the earth’s floor
as gusty winds blow
nature’s shades
of flora gold dust
across the panoramic
beauty disturbed
by the juxtaposed ugliness
of the sounds
of mechanical blowers
slicing through the air
like yelling bombs
falling—disturbing life’s
tranquil peace
in distant lands where
children folic in fallen leaves.
Roar of leaf blowers.
Rippling of rafts.
Reticence of leaping
into a pile of molten gold -
a sea of Autumnal cache.
Childhood immunity;
don’t look at the grandmother;
giddy, a grand finale,
as she defiantly leaps.
Oh! Did I mention,
she’s fast asleep?
Old granny succumbs
with metaphoric salts,
as the toddler lands
on her loving lap,
awakening granny
to the warmest day.
Rubenesque pumpkin blossoms and blowers
Come in the night to entice the best growers
Playing music the future jack-o-lanterns here.
Calling each other endearments like Pookie and Dear.
The jacks sit on their vines, and grow the best they can.
They want to please Doris, Denise and Dibbly Dan.
Pumpkin blossoms and blowers are found to be super sealed.
The last one I saw was playing a flute in an Iowa field.
I go to where I last saw you,
where plum blossoms
painted the road white,
to see you again.
But the ground is swept clean
by leaf blowers,
and it is only me
on the grey concrete.
I go to where I once saw you,
where the crescent moon
hung like a metal hook,
to see you again.
But now the moon is full,
and for all these days and weeks,
I have not yet found you again.
You, a passerby
of gardens and night skies,
never to be caught
at the same place again.
A dignified statesman,
A deified ‘Godman,’
A glorified star (of films or sports)
All tumble—
After a Starr report
Or an HIV test
Or a dope test.
Or maybe a Watergate
Or a Coalgate.
Media reports or media hype?
Whistle blowers
On whistle blowers—ad infinitum.
God and my God are antithetical?
Is rape the norm—
Where Rama and Sita are worshipped?
Whatever your belief,
Call it Postmodern Era
Or Kali Yuga
Or what you will,
Will entropy be the norm?
— Ram., R. V.