Short Funneled Poems
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flower forlorn
dry waiting fingers
funneled water amissed
forgotten moments
rosy cheeks dying petals
i chose to care water
nurse caress with love
tender flower bloom
love spurts like lava
Form:
Sickness incredulously slipped the noose
wormed its way past healthy constitutions
and lodged spear like into Adams’ rib
Tenaciously Life held back
marshalling the frontline
lymphocytes funneled nutrients
from Mother’s soup
into the societal fray.
Bridging Sand
Why have we
spanned the verdant valley,
arched the rivers solitude and peace,
altered the currents upon which winged talons feast.
Funneled life along a wandering concrete beast
denying footsteps upon the land,
strung wood and iron band.
Bridging sand?
John G. Lawless
Trois-Par-Huit a Bridge contest
5/19/2014
We are the storm
we - writers of the verse
eloquent or terse
for better
or for worse
in prayer
or in curse
We hone the tip
sparing no thrust
lest weaponed words
slow gather dust
not battles need
but battles must
this vortex raging
funneled thought
releasing demons
never caught
scattering
on trembling page
cold dreams and fears
coming of age
We are the storm
John G. Lawless
©5/4/2019
In the heaven above
The sky was packed
With too much snow
So the angels thought of a solution
And aimed their snow blower
To a special spot
That cleared the snow from above
Slowly the snow funneled
Down to the earth
Then it became stormy
It was like that all day long
The wind blew the snowflakes everywwashere
Along the walking path
It was impossible to see
It was very stormy
No one ventured outside
Old man wind pulled back the ocean waters
and funneled them into his watering can;
sprinkled them across the state;
over-watering every garden in sight.
A flood, six inches of water invaded my basement;
a three inch wading hole in the street and
a fortune in appliances and furniture was lost.
Afterwards he painted a rainbow in a cloudy sky and
started over again.
His tantrum lasted for two weeks.
Imagine the force
And thrust and power
Of a tornado funneled and thunderous
A whipping icy shower
A destruction potential so wondrous
Yet imagine it does not break
It does not shred and it does not shake
But builds up and restores
That which is broken
That what is shattered
That what was battered
By life and time
Builds up and restores
Heals and binds
Makes whole again
Until it shines
Imagine that
If in reverse
The world gets better
And not worse
Just imagine
That