Short Blows Poems
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I gaze out my window
as the snow blows,
I see a red nose
roaming in wet clothes.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.20/2004
is it better to sh*t amongst the pigeons ~ or poop amidst the doves
cries a chick gull to its mother ~ god does not build in straight lines above
Autumn blows a kiss
mists dance amongst painted leaves
Winter soon arrives
(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
(November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
Well I wonder if anybody knows
Just what happened to all ten of my toes
With this belly eclipse
From the food on my lips
Counting calories is now how it goes
Wind
Blows
And yet
You know not
Whence it has now come
Or likewise, whither it soon goes.
So, also, is the Spirit in a man born again.
Don't stop me now, I'm on a roll
Rhymes are surging like a river flows
The mighty Mississippi
To New Orleans city
Are you ready, people? Thar she blows!
Exploring nature what do I see?
your beauty looking back at me.
What a pretty bird and bee.
The wind softy blows,
kissing the rose.
Peace by my side,
your pathway is my guide.
Is this talking? A fleeting glance,
Another episode of our non-romance,
He's eye candy for older babes,
He'll saunter off one day,
is this talking? He blows a kiss,
Imagine being his old miss of bliss!
Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”
Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”
Oft' I've mused when the wind bloweth,
From whence it cometh and whither it goeth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Gail Angel Doyle's "Where The Wind Blows" Contest
Just when you have abandoned all hope
You have tried everything, and nope
She's ignored all entreaties...
Just then your true sweetie
The gal you'll call wife
Into your life
The wind blows --
Love grows --
~ Hope!
How the wind blows,
a gusty muster.
My thoughts explode!.
Caught up in the whirl-
wind. A once empty
mind is now a landslide
of raw emotions.
Do I have the notion to
to turn this life around,
towards true devotion?
Form:
I believe
You can
Tell
The source
Of This
Wind Which
Meanders
Towards You
In a Calm
Motion
I am the Source
Of this wind
Reaching
Your ears
In a gentle
Motion
Humming the tune
Of a love song
That I have
Composed
For YOU…….
Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”
© Jack Ellison 2015
As birdlife, dull windless calms
Adrift, within
Waits he, but on whose outcome, heart's own
Uplift promotes.
Corresponds to that breathy
Voiced for which girl
Thereout, if anything should activate
Bright-skied, bright notes.
say your piece
in a gentle flow
that the reader’s
heart feels aglow
beauteous bubbles
soft stirrings surface
that vast void be held
in warm embrace
say your piece
melodious emotion
as an effervescence
of love’s magic potion
For the blows that you keep throwing
hurt so much to my heart of fear
my days are so long
night are so lonely with out you
holding you is for such a crime
for your charms are dangerous to my thoughts
but with you I'm so happy
the nightwalker
for Tanka-Haiku Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan
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the southerly blows
chilling the depths of the soul
icicles, hang low.
daytime turns to night
sun hidden away inside
heavy clouds of grey.
hibernating till the days
of warmth, will rise again.
Consider this carefully,
The questions which I pose:
Do you study which way,
Which way the wind blows?
Do you try and battle against it,
Or just go where it goes?
Or do you prefer just to wait,
Wait till it eases, wait till it slows?
Or just continue in the direction,
The direction YOU chose?
who knows the thoughts inside one's head
they may transcend one’s words when said
grief goes as the wind blows
the quest though mute sometimes is pled
why not take me oh Lord, instead
I would that I, you chose
Do not feel lonely the entire universe is inside you
Charles Henderson For Nette’s Rime Couee contest
The way the tree blows
It just surprises me how much it glows
It is stunning in a way
And I hope it never goes away
It catches my eye
The way it contrast with the sky
I see it on most days during the spring
but when winter hits i cant see a thing
I hate to see it go so soon
Ill just wait to see the moon
Form:
There is something more wretch'ed
In this windy howl.
Something darker, this night;
Expands on its fright.
As diabolical a led
Procession of sounds
Lashed, raised up lost souls by;
That in death cant die!
All hopes to rescue, redeem
Long since exhausted
Who now, screaming out as one
Wildest weather throng.
D-ark dusk has turned
I-nto another dawn shining;
N-ew morn has broken,
A-fter leaving the evening.
G-ray clouds will fade,
O-nce the sky gets blue;
N-eath the wide lanes above,
Z-enith makes it through.
A-pril nineteenth day
L-ooks so fine and fair;
E-vening chill turns warm,
S-oft wind blows in the air.
She likes to blow up balloons
Matching the colors
to fit her mood
From envious greens
to the saddest of blues
Sits in a corner
blowing balloons
From runaway yellows
to angry reds
All of the colors
leaving little left said
Blowing balloons
to the thoughts in her head
Till there are no feelings left