Short Droning Poems
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Lulled by the electronic funk
A willing participant
Hypnotized onlooker
In a hazed stupor
Television
Time eater
Droning
Rest
twenty yards distance
oh God, the sight, scent and sound
closer now, closer
let the droning, drowsy hum
of honey bees drift softly...
faerie
delicate, dainty
flitting, flying, dancing
fantasy, fey, real, threat
swooping, droning, stinging
stream-lined ebony
wasp
chemical weapons
completely unjustified
we're droning on to
punish perpetrators
and war goes on
so even more can die
what more is there?
© Goode Guy 2013-09-01
A gentle droning fills the officers’ club
Here come the wasps, someone says
A silence fills where conversations were
Some of the officers walk to the windows
To gawk at the new WASPS
Jack Russell sings sharp—
two barks for each passing bike
he would love to chase.
Droning wheels tease and roll on
from chained dog’s staccato song.
May 24, 2016
Traditional Tanka Contest
In April, on a still night droning on. . . .
an infant’s first shrill cry fills a hospital hallway;
six waiting siblings and a dad whoop happily!
For nikko palmario's contest: Life without U & ME
TV pushes me into a recliner
Droning and dribbling in monotones
Stressing me at a subconscious level
I remain morbidly unaware
Eating potato chips with dip
Not understanding the damage
TV increases her volume
Sixteenth commercial
Amazingly I pay no attention
the noise is so distracting,
i can't focus on the
few words wanting out.
thoughts would whisper now,
can't hear them with a shout.
beat by the droning turbine,
exhausted by the bus' grunt.
who i am, who i will be,
lost somewhere in this din,
strung to this revelry.
sweet puppy is lying next to me in my recliner
we are sharing a pillow
I use it to hold my I-pad
he plunked his head on a large corner of it
He is like a baby furnace
I stroke his soft hair as he sleeps
Both of us content in front of a droning TV showing nothing important
Eagle announces sun full bright
Lilacs moving, dragonflies glide
Robins and cardinals chirp readily
Spring happening in jumps and leaps
Whistles and droning bees help tulips sleep
Written: April 27, 2019
Contest: 2019 Premiere 10, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Love is a code word
Sun is setting moon sneaks in
Droning Cicadas
Girl is silent oozing silk
Musky smell she opens heaven
you know what that infers, right?
the speaker has been droning on and on for thirty-seven minutes
I have no idea what prefaced this.
Not really, I admit.
she expresses surprise that I do not.
going on to explain
unaware I stopped listening twenty minutes ago
my longest attention span is seventeen minutes
Spring Sings
Spring sings,
in steady rhythm
rain falling
swollen streams overflowing
spring sings,
a high vibration
of bees wings
beating, a constant droning
spring sings,
a celebration
poppies dance
red dresses flutter, glowing
Spring sings,
in jubilation
jays calling
hallelujah chorus growing
droning jays return
build nest on boughs of spring leaves…
hidden acorns sprout
sunburst sky shines
spectrum surge explodes spring buds...
palette overturns
lush lilac lilies
paint Monet on flushed meadow…
dew breathes scent of spring
April 18, 2021
Contest : Spring Haiku Chain
Sponsor : M.L. Kiser
A breadbasket
has become a bowl of blood and mud.
The steel claws of hawks
crush concrete towers.
Peace shelters in cellars
bread is broken,
a thin soup stirs the dying.
A droning in the sky,
rabbit ears alert in a backyard cage,
a boy's hunger stole a carrot,
but it did not eat the rabbit -
not yet.
And then.... the walls
"Those bloody walls!"
Those screaming, bleeding, ghastly walls...
I daren't venture through that hall
alone,
though it does never pall...
and though the chapel never sleeps
-at night the stained glass cleans it's teeth
I often hear the droning, deep
and distant...from the walls that weep.
I think it's the numbness
That hurts me the most.
That droning sound of silence.
I think it's the desparity
That kills me the slowest.
That makes me crave more violence.
But I know for sure,
Beyond any doubt,
That the loneliness is the worst.
With its low, throbbing ache
And the voids that it makes,
I fear, I am forever cursed.
verdent leaves
spikey, pointed,
symmetrical, heart-shaped,
walnuts, oak, maple
one lone elm
unseen in Kansas for awhile
crickets are buzzing
grating commercial airline sound
buzzing, trilling, droning
the forest is alive
insects chirping and chattering
one loud angry caw
clop clop clop
ha ha ha
locusts add to the orchestra
tv watching wears me out
steals my energy
eliminates my day
robs me of myself
I sit mesmerized hour after hour
as if I am a puppet without a hand
after a bit I feel one with my recliner
reluctant to live a real life
my tv people are my gods
sometimes I move to the couch
where the droning puts me instantly to sleep
reinforcing my depression
What is a voice a voice but empty sounds?
Though music pleasantly resounds,
The droning, listless voice of death,
Speaks to you with every breath.
When time is come to listen well,
It gets louder, starts to swell.
And when the sound is overbearing,
No longer anyone is caring.
So once more living in your past,
The flow of life drains from you fast.
Form:
A monotonous cacophony
Of droning moans,
Makes my ears cry for,
Melodious tones,
This torture continues without abate,
Till there’s no more that I can possibly take.
Music should be something,
About which I care,
Not a growl that makes me pull out my hair.
But if this insipid groan,
Must continually assault my ear,
I pray my hearing will soon disappear.
Verse
I’m lying on the edge of a dark drifting ceiling,
Too far below, yet falling through reeling.
This bed of clouds brings comfort but teeming,
The buzzing of insects infesting the dreaming.
Bed-bound by bolas which winding by brain,
Dizzying in effort while I untie in strain.
Cries muffled by specks that trample the feigned,
Droning ‘til deaf, again silent in pain.
In the nighttime hours there’s sweet melody
Droning of rain falling down on the ground
In the middle of fall, great time of year
Contains silence of silver all around
The moon beams his pride down on us tonight
The autumn night, cool and crisp, surely glows
Beautiful looks shine in on the light rain
The night brings us peace like only it knows
Russell Sivey
Falling asleep softly
On a mellow summers day
My eyes flutter open at rooster’s crow
I sit in my porch chair listening to the gentle hum,
Softly serenading me and the cat to sleep,
Lulling us with gentle wind chimes and grasshoppers buzz
A variety of bugs are humming and droning
Spreading magic melody throughout the meadow
Wonderful napping weather.
I let my eyes gently close.