Short Gale Poems
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Name dropping success…
a first name basis with failure
Hope into the wind,
heartache on the approaching storm
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2020)
over dill
over gale
as I knit the rusty nail
and the jay nons keep crowing along….
something seems off, but I have no idea what
in a way, it sounds delightfully familiar
Battered winds surrounds me so
Engulfing intertwining
Capitalizing on the…
Atmospheric pressures gales
5/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A tempest swept in,
transporting my thoughts
The past to the future,
and back to today
Recapturing memories,
beginning again
Untimed reminiscence
—the present relayed
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
The ocean whispers in her gale,
Calling me to her gentle caress,
Blowing wind in my sails,
Washing away my pain and stress.
She speaks softly in my ear,
Of adventure and peace,
Her words remove my fear,
Her tides bring me release.
A flatulent poet named Jan
Passed wind and there wasn't a fan
How the other folks gasped
At foul wind that she'd passed
By jingo, she farts like a man!
********TOTAL FICTION WRITE********
3/8/18
This is my Aunt Gale
At a very sweet age
Acting so cute
In an innocent stage.
Golden brown locks
Embracing her face
A dimpling smile
That no one could erase.
I love my Aunt
She's full of fun
When it comes to aunts
She is my number one.
THE GALE
The gale twists the grass double,
Pounds the oaktree with its fists,
Shredding the autumn hedge,
Shrieking through cedar shakes,
Howling around old ruins
Where window shutters chatter in fear.
We heave against it uncertainly,
Waiting for the white balm of fog.
G-ayle winning over the gale
A-llows her faith to work;
Y-earning to weather the storm,
L-osing not against its
E-ffort.
M-onth of September
A-t dawn twenty-eighth day;
N-ight cold chill is conquered,
A-s the hard rain fades away.
L-ong voyage she takes, as she braves the ocean sail;
O-pen sea has witnessed Gayle winning over the gale.
Snowy week whitening the slalom slope
Keenly waited for the sleek ski to grope
Inspired by maddening sense of sliding speed
I raced, found my frosted feet suddenly freed
Nailed in snow they couldn’t track the ski’s trail
Gone soaring with the glacial gale into the dale.
______________
January 21, 2023
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Sponsored by : Julia Ward
G-ale of laughter is heard,
E-ither ear listens in mirth;
E-very event brings humor to the day of your birth.
A-ll friends burst a gale of laughter, as they smile in glee;
I-t sounds like everyone enjoys at your own comic party.
W-ithout forlorn moment, hilarious hours make it better;
O-n the fifteenth of January, fun is the gale of laughter.
Like “Gail” force winds,
You stormed in…
But didn’t leave?
So many others have before.
Like Godly strength,
You helped me find
The meaning of it all.
No one else has before…
Like motherly love,
You embraced me,
Offered me shelter…
Where was this all before?
Like caring confidant,
You encouraged me
To accept it all…
I wish I had known before!
There is a coolness in the air,
That brushes across my brows
The freshness of a gale,
That reminds me of you.
Though the aroma is still fresh,
In the lady of the night;
But the memory of your charm,
Glows on and on.
Can you be so close
And your warmth be so far.
Some day in near future
Should we not meet?
Arm in arm,
Under the starry stars with you.
The shine of emerald green blinds.
Their narrow slats will pinch your eyes.
Be moneywise - this trip’s not kind.
The shine of emerald green blinds.
It’s not for empty-headed minds,
Nor yellow brick tail-biting cries.
The shine of emerald green blinds.
Their narrow slats will pinch your eyes.
5/2/2019
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Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
The ocean rolled with white caps
Rising and falling in scattered
Wind blown sprays,
Waves breaking viciously
Upon shoreline rocks,
Jutting wharves,
Tied up little fisher boats.
Sea gulls overhead, as if angry
At the ferocity of today’s ocean
Whipped up by this autumn gale,
Shrieked in flight
As thunders roared
And
I enjoyed it all.
A W.C.Hull Poem © 2000-2022-017 (A)
Three cocktail sausages jumped out of a tin
Off they went in a Ferrari for a spin
The weather was perfect, the ride a breeze
Everything was going well, until one sausage began to sneeze
Sweat dripped down the sausage's skin
It fell out of the racing car and wished it were back in the tin
The big wheels of a jeep almost crushed it but the wind blew it away
And nobody ever found it until today
Whisperer of the ancient tales,
Breath of the Earth that gales.
Daylight's gentle breeze,
And dark night's howling trees.
Bearer of seeds and carrier of scents,
Sculptor of dunes and herald of storms.
Invisible traveller and caressing lover,
Tender murmurer and refreshing cooler.
The wind, an unseen wanderer,
A blind, playful squanderer.
It sweeps the Earth with gentle fingers,
In every nook, its demeanor lingers.
Her tears fall gently with the morning rain,
She can take it no more, she's going insane.
The agony stabs as the cold bites her skin,
It has ended though it never did begin.
The gales and tempests rage high in the sky above,
As does her heart without his love.
She stands motionless in the cold,
Waiting to see how her furture will unfold.
She needs him now but he cannot see,
She loves him with all her heart, with all she can be.
I saw a cloud go drifting by
and doing so I cast my eye
upon another puff of white
following the first one’s flight.
The two they traveled stern to bow
by wind and sky I know not how
but onward, onward they did sail
their speed increasing with the gale.
So what am I to do at last
just sit and watch the clouds go past
or follow them to lands beyond?
Yes! Follow them to lands beyond!
To fail is to hit the bottom scale,
Demonstrably show you could derail,
To shamelessly lose your trail
And go ahead to simply wail
And at cheating sky rail
Like one refused a bail:
To tears receive, even tears hail,
Keeping a face awfully pale,
No correspondence no mail;
Your image for helpless sale…
For the failed Male, no female
From the female bared a male…
For one’s crucifixion, concrete nail,
The wind to blow one off, A Gale!
That day the sun hid its face, too ashamed
to be outshone by the light in your eyes,
the moon and stars were waiting to exhale
the magical mayhem of our romance,
defying ocean’s endless restless tides
and time’s defenseless vulgar mortal jail.
Bright sparks the beat of your enduring heart,
bright sparks mine to answer in the travail
of such joy as life stingily provides~
love is as precious as the finest art
and is the sweetest gale.
The Gales are coming
striking the house
striking the trees
that bend in its force.
The Gales
The Gales
The Gales
The Gales that shake the grasses
that quiver across the prairie.
The Gales that spit rain
and frost and sleet and snow.
The Gales
The Gales
The Gales
So as the seasons change
The Gales
symphonize across the Plains.
Through heat and snow
Through winds that blow.
The Gales
The Gales
The Gales
Life will pass
But The Gale
remains.