Short Hailstones Poems
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Hailstones
Haiku: by Tom
1/12/2021
The size of hailstones
remain inconsequential,
until striking earth.
Rainbows
Complement
A Summer storm
Life giving rain, beware -
Hailstones
5-8-19:
Contest: Writing Challenge 1 Cinqku - May 2019
Sponsor: Dear Heart
have flat head
to receive hailstones
grow big chest
to carry rocks
borrow rubber feet
to step on thorns
possess stitched mouth
to sing in silence
Walking on hailstones
I see you: a smile, a ‘Hi’
Dancing on diamonds
7 February 2021
Contest: Valentine’s Senryu
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
[My own poetic license sees ‘Diamonds’ as two syllables.]
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#1
Hailstones pour -
other side of the leaf
saving himself a spider .
#2
Draped in snow -
steamy breath when sun kisses
the rock statue is alive .
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Your voice like smoke,
it calls from the distance
Luring your enemy into
winds of deceit
The clouds of your fathers,
hiding hailstones above
Disguising the truth
—as you lie in wait
(Devil’s Tower Wyoming: September, 1990)
A hurricane of stimulation,
a tornado of thought
Blowing through the vast unknowing,
our natures to be caught
When doubt sits high on light’s horizon,
storm warnings there portend
Whose cyclones of enlightenment
—with hailstones shape and bend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The greatest of men
he bled the truth,
his wounds for all to share
A symbol relived
a life unspoiled,
courage all too rare
The towering hawk
the thundering storm,
hailstones mark the way
A moment in time
a vision embraced
—his name the children pray
(Plane From Detroit: August 21, 2018)
Winter has crept in like a beautiful bride!
Awesome in beauty! Yet, in shame, she does hide!
Her bridal gown is snow-white, graceful, and pure!
Yet, how long will she wear it - she's not so sure!
When hailstones and chill winds leave her heart shattered,
Won't her charm, like flowers in storms, get tattered...?
06 November 2021
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The Handy Work of God
David J Walker
I call them my flowers
as if
They were really mine
As if I really
Owned the earth
as if I could
Make the sun shine
as if could
call down the rain
as if I could refrain
the storms angry hailstones
As if
I were anything more
Than the gardener
Admiring the handy work
of God
Crying’s not for me, so the singer intones
As raindrops, unlike hailstones, fall on his head*
The issue, perhaps, is no more than hormones,
And he is hanging on by the thinnest of thread
His catchy tune makes a memorable ringtone
For the cellphone alarm lying next to my bed.
Written July 12, 2022
[*with apologies to B. J. Thomas]
Suddendly everything is still.
Hailstones lay on the path
and in clumps along the garden
edges like frozen spawn
left by storm clouds now
dying into the distances
of the evening.
The light is muted, the cold,
soundless air hangs breathless
in the trees as if waiting
for the clouds offspring
to hatch and float them off
into the arms of the night.
Hailstones on the mat
A feral Tom cat lingers
Doors that never shut
As hailstones strafe junk mail and mat
Where feral is the alley cat
On one hinge hangs
The door that bangs
And he ain’t going out in that
The feral cat whilst oftentimes homeless, is, it seems, at no time gormless
26 January 2022
Contest: Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku poetry contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
The sky is like a funeral pyre
In clouds above the night's on fire
My ears perceive the thunder's call
While angry raindrops fiercely fall
There's hailstones mixed within the rain
That's pelting now my window pane
And while the storm does slowly creep
It makes it hard for me to sleep
But thankfully the coming morn
At last a new day now is born
I cast my eyes up to the light
With not an angry cloud in sight
ELEMENTS of DOUBT.
Storms growing restless, impatiently squall.
As thunderbolts rake, grey cloud leaden skies,
Raindrops and hailstones, released to freefall.
Shrieking winds screech, Armageddon's war cries.
Summer lies bleeding, enslaved by it all.
With flora and fauna, striving to rise,
Nature survives, to enthral us again.
Time's a great healer, when sunshine soothes pain.
8 / 27 / 2017.
He breezed in after a whirlwind tour of the local pubs.
Feeling muggy, he drifted up the stairs like a silent mist,
but was greeted with an isobar across the back of the head.
An icy stare froze him to the spot, followed by a maelstrom of words
that bounced off the walls, pounding him like giant hailstones.
Then fighting against a hurricane he slipped in a pool of hate
He glanced up to see her chest swelling, then with an avalanche
Of abuse she predicted a cold front coming in…