Short Every Which Way Poems
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D H Lawrenc Pine Tree -Georgia O'Keeffe
Growing growing everyday.
Growing growing every which way!
I move and rise with my sunflower face
in Love with God Ra
and his powerful grace.
A drive into the city
Reminds me of my morbidity --
Traffic zipping every which way
Makes for a most stressful day
Written April 21, 2022
Bubbly verbose bee had so much to say.
Ideas spilled out every which way
He was a motormouth back in the day
Fifty years later, he still has his say
dead ends annoy me
scattering sly little signs
sending me every which way
every turn I take
sprouts some absurd, stubborn twist
steering me slyly astray
winters wonders falls
snowing every which way where
got frosted in hair
~
blizzard winter snow
frozen ovulation Sun
blizzard winter's snow
1/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
The little blackbird
watches over me.
How do I know
it is he?
It is the nestling
from the elkhorn
covered tree.
The way he gamboled
in the garden spray
and danced
with the roses
throwing the mulch
every which way.
Bacteria flirting with enzymes,
co mingling every which way,
with friendly organisms that give birth
every time to curds and whey.
That's the miracle of life as seen through my eyes,
as I look down upon the cheese upon my fries.
The giants have stormed the castle,
The gnomes are stirring havoc in the kitchen.
Every which way I turn there is a charger or a steed.
Unicorns are trampling through the main hall.
I grin, knowing they have come for me.
Time to test my magic!
Little boy goblin living deep in the woods so happy and gay.
I like to think of you when I crunch the leaves every which way.
Sometimes you appear as if by magic and it is so keen to see….
The way you are lively and fun like a friendly goblin can be.
mother mouse had her hands and tubs full on wash day
her children were jumping and diving and playing every which way
Pinning on the line took even more effort, but worth the trouble.
Interlopers kept coming back for more; she thought she was seeing double.
Gravity feels off today
Slipping around
every which way
Being pulled
in every direction
Instead of just falling down.
Its very peculiar
flying like this
So just look around
Make sure you don't miss
the spectacular view
Who knew?
Gravity could be confused?
state of affairs
entombed in pieces;
crumbs of it scatter
every which way...
at the mercy
of erratic winds,
and its next-to-impossible
to gather
in a heaping pile.
nothing can be done;
it's beyond my control.
i can't change it,
so, i adapt to it,
i accept it
as is.
Swirling, twirling, whirling
Around, and around, and around
Till the world spins even when I'm still
Jumping, skipping, hopping
Up and down and up again
Till the ground doesn't exist
Swimming, flipping, diving
Up, down, around every which way
So that gravity and direction mean nothing
How can I change the way the world looks today?
ne’er do well had never held a job
he lived with his mom and stepfather Bob
Bob sent him out to job interviews every day
He always came back with excuses, every which way
Ne’er do well’s mother stayed out of it
Bob kept sending out the lazy chit
They are in their nineties now June and Bob
Their “child” at seventy-two has never had a job.
"I loved her since the day I met her" by _Poet
I miss her much more now each and every day
She was my love in every which way
She walks her own lone path now
Wiped me from her brow
Beating here
Wow
Beating there
Memories do bow
In many ways I know how
So many words I wish to just say
I miss her much more now each and every day
Old beat brown truck has stuff sticking every which way out the back.
On sides of pallets he has added to both sides, to try and cram more.
As truck turns I see a rusty refrigerator, wheel barrow, and two bikes.
One of the bikes looks pretty new.
This is an affluent neighborhood for Kansas City.
I hope he did not just pick up some child’s bike in a yard.
That would be too cruel.
To just wake precious one day,
And see our heavens filled with ribbons in God's sky.
Flying in patterns, every which way.
Satiny and soft~ swishing, as the winds may.
A beautiful, ribbony relief for all of humankind to see.
To uplift not only me, but more significantly...thee!
10/5/2020
3pm PST
Donald Duck got rained on plenty hard that day
His yellow slicker was wet every which way
We saw him standing there, beside Hamil’s Bay.
Waved to him too, said my cousin May.
Was he wearing a rain hat I asked with concern.
He did, but he still has a lot about women to learn.
He is waiting for Daisy, who has given up hope.
She has run off and gotten married, far away from this dope.
Your deadly silence persists in wounding me
Its pierce gets louder, more deafening each day
Trying to honour your request to be 'just friends'
Is a futile attempt in every which way
Though my mind may be mislead by the challenge
My heart remains steadfast, in no way on board
Profound feelers like me, we cannot be tricked
By the blade of a double-edged sword
November 29, 2020
Running...
Running, running...
Running from it!
never turning back...
Blood pumping,
Heart pounding,
Breathless...
Running,
Turning,
Twisting every which way!
Tripping...
Falling...
Gashed up...
Bleeding...
i finally stop in an alley,
Leaning against a brick wall,
This is the end,
You can't run from it forever...
Darkness surrounding me...
Trapped!
No turning back now...
Now lost and forgotten...
I despise all this chaos
Inside, outside, all around me
Swirling like an angry hurricane tossing me around every which way.
I’m tired of this hurt
Consuming me
Eating me alive so there’s nothing left.
I hate this insanity
Attacking everyone on the outside
Unaware of this storm inside.
I loathe this constant battle that is me
Shooting me down wherever I turn.
When will this war ever end?
Form:
They were dynamic, their harmony was fine!
They had pared down to four, from the original nine.
The five who could not sing had pneumonia that day.
We applauded these Corgis in every which way.
They sang Joy to the World and Jingle Bells too.
Adding a bit of jazz, and then Christmas Wee Woo.
They were amazing, and we could not stop clapping.
At the end these Corgis did a bit of back slapping.
Say you’re sorry...
It echos still.
Say you’re sorry
Or I’ll send you away.
Say you’re sorry
Or I’ll lock you in your room.
Say you’re sorry
For making me feel this way.
Say you’re sorry...
Her words with portent loomed.
And I was sorry
Each night and day.
And I said the words
Every which way,
Until I stopped
And realized it was me
Who deserved the apology.
I was a budding bookworm in the Big Apple. A river of people rushing past was such a blur for a girl so small. This ocean pulls you in and spits you out like a bad sunflower seed. In a concrete jungle, people live in boxes on top of boxes. The sea of cars is always moving. Even at an age when everything was handed to me, there was no yellow brick road for me to follow, only sidewalks going every which way.