Short Coolly Poems
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Dog's arch nemesis
coolly lurking on tree branch
protected by glass
coyly mocking dog inside
sinister plotting next move
Steel and gold coated
The full moon shines bright
Beams coolly floated
Gently hits the height
Trees surprise-gloated
Silhouette the scene
SURPRISE
a
renowned
originality
a
sketch
of
the curious
ended in a stalemate
a
single tapestry
of
atmospherics
sometime
evident
in the
unprecedented
innovation
adopted
of
coolly
detached views
Once there was a teacher by name Jenish Anthony "the Holy"
represented success by the simple equation “E=C2” coolly
“E” success in any endeavor of value
“C” uncompromising pursuit of a value
Bloody this hypothesis of Jenish"the great teacher" is no folly!
Good morning, fair cardinal -
How are you?
How are your children?
Your plumage is nearly outdone
By the sun’s golden hue.
The mattress is firm -
My blanket is coolly sheer.
What’s that?
Come outside, be with us?
Sorry, my bed is too cozy a lair.
Wintry white wisps wondrously whirl
Soft sparkling snowflakes silently swirl
Coolly carpeting countrysides carefully
Dazzling diamonds dancing delightfully
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28th December 2014
I have walked
where sun shines brightly,
where red sunset
warms the evening shade;
where the memory of day
lingers lightly,
through the night
till dawn
gleams the ocean spray-
sand beneath my feet
with the out-going tide
slithers coolly
sinks me,
winding coils
around my toes-
When you rush stages.
Journeys take ages:
Cause for correction,
Stops for direction,
Loss to earned wages,
One coolly rages.
You’re now a story.
Not of sung glory;
Rather a byword
Who needs some watch word;
Writers for pages
Many turn sages….
And you’d started it;
Them handed their wit…
His hands,
Sending an army of shivers down her spine.
His breath,
Hot and labored on her neck.
His sweat,
Dripping coolly onto her bare skin.
She lays,
thinking
Of the rhythm of the music
In sync
with his own beat.
She lays,
Thinking
Of how her dignity wasn't the only thing
Stolen
That night.
She is so beautiful
Everynight I see her in the sky
Her light makes me bright
Happiness of my heart gets to brim
Old friend of mine since I am four
Her white color looks like a snowflake
She is a coolly
That makes me a sweet cookie
Her humble smile inspired me
Flowed my creative pen
Made me strong
Took away my stress !
Poor man down and out
Set aside like trash at
A cold curb left
To wonder about how
Life so promising
And glee, could gray
Into thick black haze
Of somber dream
And waking nightmare
Where hunger live stout
And doubt stouter still
Each nights' eternity
Coolly serves reminder
Hope is beyond,
Far beyond...
This concrete laced lot.
Though, by me, I am nil,
Added in right I make people feel coolly fine,
I'm zero;
I hold firm till,
I stretch numbers far beyond nine,
And grow;
Each bill,
Pass through my line,
Fast.
Though, by me, I am nil,
I stretch numbers far beyond nine,
Fast
23 April 2022
Let's Minichu on zero Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Like those last
luscious faintly
enfeebled breaths
bitterly breaking
through my
limply lifting lungs .
Fervently flooding
my tear filled
eyes. Tenderly
tottering into
those timidly
tight-lipped times .
Who wistfully
whispers
their coolly
cut cards of
kindred conversations.
Carefully kindling
their heart-crossed
corners of compassion.
I know not
the why or where
of when
of if she’s ever
coming back again
I sit
in sultry memory
passing kisses
rippling the sea
lifting from
humidity’s wet grasp
hard turgid thrill
of lovers
touching
as they pass
riffling the page-less
timeless sand
artists
of a coolly
passing hand
wispy breaths
of sunset
yets
©8/3/2018
for Summer Breeze Poetry Contest
April wood anenomes
Latticed branches high above
Gold pink orange swaying
Crows caw bees hum galore
Distant foxhounds baying
April wood anenomes
Tattooed black line etchings
Charcoal burnings do reek
I sense bluebells waiting
Grass still, under boughs creak
April wood anenomes
Fronded petals caress
Darting the fervid Thrush
Breezes sweet flow coolly
Creation waits; a rush.'
A ship sails upon coolly placid waters,
Into the sunset of many pastel colors,
Reflected in patches on deep blue seas,
Quite matching the skies' royal blue!
In the days of sun sea color and wind,
Into a hued horizon, soon it will blend.
Freedom and joy are not too far behind,
As purple martins follow warmer seasons.
Sun yellow to peach to orange pink red,
Drifting to sweet dreams on a watery bed!
Come, Fall. Greet me as a lover from my past,
your breeze embracing me (I’m in no hurry)
as you always coolly do. You come on fast,
blowing past September as its leaves scurry
into bright October. Oh, why can’t you last
and linger there until the winter’s flurry?
Nostalgia-wrapped, I feel melancholy grow
when you leave so soon with first November’s snow.
Sept 23, 2022
For the Ottava Rima Poetry Contest of L. Milton Hankins
I think that I may never see a
tree's sounds lovely as onomatopoeia
to see, to hear, just too profound
sound beats cool on worded ground
ain't it funny to hear a word
that IS what it is, coolly absurd
you may ask what constitutes onomatopoeia
can't say exactly, but hear it when I see it
© Goode Guy 2014-01-03
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onomatopoeia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Kilmer
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogden_Nash
Late for the date.
He entered the hotel
through its revolving doors.
Missing the right turn, the precise gap
in which to step forward,
he staggered rearwards onto the back glass,
then bounced, like a jack rabbit
into the foyer.
She, of course, coolly witnessed
this comic entrance.
When he sheepishly handed her
the crushed and bedraggled roses,
he knew that he was definitely not
getting laid that night
or possibly ever.
On that last unsuccessful date
he had entered a hotel
through its revolving doors…
missing the right turn, the precise gap
in which to step forward,
he staggered rearwards onto the back glass,
then bounced, like a jack rabbit
into the foyer.
She, of course, coolly witnessed
this untimely comic entrance.
When he sheepishly handed her
the crushed and bedraggled roses,
he knew that he was definitely not
getting laid that night
and possible ever.
SHORT MEETING WITH ETERNITY
Gentle, murmuring, lapping,
Coolly caressing my feet,
The flow of the Volga
From her misty upper reaches
Down into the dry sand
Below my feet, loosening
The tight-packed mass,
Dissolving the firm lines
Of footprints, washing marks
From bygone meetings clear,
Rolls past my legs,
Gliding down to lower reaches
Without effort, instinct-guided
Searching the best way
To her goal in the south
And in the warm red sky
“Dark Horse”
The lost poetic find their shadows
hanging on a wall, the darkness
bleeds from tainted feathers of clipped wings
to reveal a fresh page, sharp pristine
words fly coolly following freedom,
a tempting taste of heaven after hell
ensues for a while;
in short spells,
creation occurs in Purgatory
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“….dross being removed from Gold in a furnace.”
Purgatory