Short Easterly Poems
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Jesus, itinerant peacenik,
Wandering socialist hipster,
Of whom 'tis said, he healed the sick,
Betrayed by a right-wing tipster.
comes the gentle easterly breeze
under a crescent moon I sit content
I listen to the glow of stars
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strong easterly breeze stirs spirea
chipmunk runs
sighing of pines
brisk rustling of oak leaves....
easterly chilling breeze
cold front has caused stir
pollen flies freely sans rain
wind
balmy cool
whispers and lulls
draping around me playfully
easterly
Date: 08/04/2021
A Brian Strand 4 or 5 Line Poetry Contest
We’ve called it names –
Sirocco, Easterly, Chinook.
We’ve called it names
to match its devastating games.
Del Rio! how the tent-frame shook
as, twirled on a Tornado’s hook,
we called its names.
The Ginko's golden leaves rustle
Tickled by easterly bustle
Flounce upon the straight limbs
So like a flirty lady dressed
In her long golden gown her best
Permanence or fun her whims
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest: Your Favorite Tail Rhyme, Past or Present
Written: Friday November 16, 2012
Angry Conifers
Trees in the avenue
have a weird sense
of humor
Long roots cracking up
finely laid cobble stone
pavement
Slightly bent easterly
give pain in the lower
trunk
The younger trees
bleat about older trees
taking space
Older trees show
distain of needy trees
no dignity
Trees are silent
lack imparting skills
shake leaves
spring time storms
present with force..
cleaning the air
strong easterly wind
whips tender spring green leaves..
birds silent
oak's leaves turned
backwards...
the chihuahua barks
pines sway with the gusts
all weak and dead needles fall...
a dove coos
solid gray skies
weighted with moisture
the gulf falls on Georgia
Trees and the branches in unison
As she continues her onslaught
Dress or skirt not viable
She blows everything
Meet the Cape Doctor
Smog disappear
A gorgeous
Cape Town
Showed
*we have a south easterly
wind here in Cape Town
named the Cape Doctor
because when it
blows you have got
to make sure you cling
to something or someone lol*
Easter emphasizes the death and resurrection of Christ,
He’s risin;
…epic Easter, eternal Easter, energetic Easter,
He’s alive;
O' epic Easter earns exists easterly enters salvation for "all" eternally Hallelujah
Lo' the rising of the Son
3/31/19
Rising of the Son Poetry Contest Enter Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Now the golden rods blossom
And summer's birds have flown
There is a tinge 'pon leaves
"Come", before all warmth has gone
Here at the front door with a tap
Down where the golden rods sway
The easterly winds whisk gently
'Cause, "Come" he thought he heard me say
Well, now he sees a smile appear
A twinkle lights my green eyes
As he whispers, " I thought you said, come!"
And so come did I
The sun rose bright red not a dark cloud in sight
Few whispy cotton clouds spread around blue sky
Redtail Hawk in sky left nest for morning flight
On those cold air currents he did swiftly fly
Door was opened by east north easterly wind
Letting out illness, death, want_then in comes health
The sun set covered in dense clouds_cold its shroud
Will it rise in morn purple horizon proud
.
Down where wild violets dance
To easterly breezes
And purple Irises erect, stiff, and chilled
See
The dog walker shivers
Wishing for an added layer
To top the corduroy pants still worn
Even though spring green
Is everywhere.
canopies flutter,
bamboo grove sways,
fronds of coconut palms wave,
sunlight falls obliquely upon me
on the trail that winds and tapers
through a dense undergrowth,
to a clearing yonder, I seek
my gurgling, gleeful creek!
easterly breeze sings,
coaxes the leaves overhead
to hum like a strange strumming
of a dozen bass guitars;
a tiny blur darts upward
and whirls behind a branch,
there it blinks down at me
--that green lizard I see!
Now the golden rods blossom
And summer's birds have flown
There is a tinge 'pon leaves
"Come", before all warmth has gone
Here at the front door with a tap
Down where the golden rods sway
The easterly winds whisk gently
'Cause, "Come" he thought he heard me say
Well, now he sees a smile appear
A twinkle within her eyes
As he whispers, " I thought you said, come!"
And so come did I
Brief Memories: Poetry Contest
Sponsor: F.J. Thomas
Fat fingers stuffed into white gloves
Blown by the nor easterly wind
Pine limbs get heavy under winter's icy blow
Some can't stand so tall anymore and even some do fall
Weeping Willow's tears are frozen as her limb sway with the breeze
She is now wishing that she had some glove like leaves
Winter is releasing a terrible blow of ice and cold
Chilling all the birds and bees
How they long for Spring's sweet breath
To give sweet relief__
Finis'
When i am yet of this world
understand me as i ought to be
believe in me as i should be,
and when i become of the afterlife,
bury me in satin my friend,
do not burn me....from your thoughts,
as i yet wish to live from the underground,
as this is all i would have lived for.
And if you do burn me,
let my ashes fly with the easterly winds,
so that i may yet live again,
wander aimlessly over the sands of grain...
and feel the scents of homely joy,
like almighty's beloved toy.
rolling, shaking my heart in red
out of the blue you're soaked and fed
loving hearts that feed on rails
leaping souls that heed, not wails
eaves of heart-shaped leaves overflowing
reign of adoration outlying
couches or bench seats of hearts that drift
over your body levitate, not sift
a heart rolling over like wave
sauntering caterpillar so brave
tis immortal soul that roar and dwell
easterly winds will blow and tell
rollercoaster of hearts made in heaven, not hell
((( Sailor
Sail your boat
Sun's rising ~ on the sea
Set your sails
Winds blowing easterly
Cast your nets to fish
Pack your catch and go
Your woman’s waiting home
To feed the family )))
We're halfway between the Earth and the Moon
Riding the sky in a hot air balloon
All through the day and well into the night
Me and my gal on a romantic flight
Floating aloft on an Easterly breeze
A vantage point over deep salty seas
The two of us engulfed in such pleasure
An experience beyond all measure
On this voyage is well worth defending
But sadly now it's time we're descending
So down through the clouds with nary a sound
The tale we can tell when we hit the ground