Short Blowers Poems

city streets
   scoured clean by windstorm...
        silent leaf blowers...

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Flapping in the wind
   A sign hangs near the front door
        "LEAF BLOWERS ON SALE"...

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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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Artists
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Tachyon

Masterpieces —
Utter
Serendipitous 
Electrifying 
Undulating 
Mind-blowers

1/22/2019
Contest: Word Play Acrostic
Sponsor: Bobby May

Merriam-Webster:
tachyon - a hypothetical particle held to travel faster than light...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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.


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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....

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