Short Hurtle Poems
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Extant exertion will loom you to the upcoming hurdle.
Favoring the ideal stance might empower you to hurtle.
Written: October 17, 2021
Your Best Rhyming Couplet #3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Suddenly she is all grown up
Time to declare I am over the hill
as I hurtle down, filled with
gratitude; a spring in my step
I am a suitor again;a paternity suitor
filled with thanksgiving and joy
The providence of God delights me
on the birthday of my daughter,Tanya
They all said it was absurd
To go and invent a word
I do it all the time
In cause of a rhyme
And now my secret is shared.
There was a Mock Turtle called Myrtle
Who once fell off a cliff and got hurtle
She said it was hell
With a cracked shell
‘Cos the water leaked in with a spurtle.
Turtle Hurtle sat on a myrtle
And Waving kisses to Mrs. Startle
Startle fell apart
Lost her a la carte
Old Startle had nothing to smartle
My friend Steve is a purple turtle,
He is my oldest friend.
His large house makes him hurkle,
no, Steve will never hurtle.
He has a family, they too are purple,
I am an elephant, but they let me into their circle.
We walk a lot, I stomp and he hirples,
We are friends forever, me and my purple turtle.
Dated - 17.01.2019
Eyeing its prey from its perch above
it swoops in on its target
inserting its poison and darting away
its imperiled victim blissfully unaware
Innocent, unsuspecting, incredulous
that one creature would attack another
on this lovely exoplanet, AS796324xe
as it/we hurtle irrevocably
~ into the nether regions of nothingness
The playful nature of love
need not be always a scheduled
match, something to be said for the
spontaneity of butterfly kisses,
fluttering lips and tip-toeing
fingertips, as a child approaches
a cookie-jar at midnight, the
cat-like hurtle of stool and
counter, a cupboard with bells
and whistles, the Cookie Master
having had fond insight, a shared
sweet-tooth of a game….
I pondered on the firmament
Wondering where comets went
They seem to be in some cosmic race,
As they hurtle around in outer space.
A beautiful sight upon the eye
When they grace a starlit sky,
But it must be strange indeed
Eternally going at full speed,
In endless orbit, on and on
Off into the far beyond,
To places we will never see
Touring, for eternity.
Unburdened by mass,
star born
photons
hurtle
through vacuum voids.
They reach a planet
where green continents swim
in blue oceans.
It is night. A woman
looks up at the sky.
The photons travel
through the gelatinous matter
of her eye and die
on her retina,
sparking electric pulses
that race
along the optic nerve,
and her miraculous brain
translates:
I see a star.
Living a fourteenth century life in twenty first
waves of electro-magnetic circles
unstuck stuck resistance to unruly burst
fierce as a tiger ready to hurtle
mind making excuses in rehearsal
Scarcity a dominant stubborn thought
Freedom’s silent scream inside remains naught
Faith strong calls no craving or aversion
Honesty and Courage together taught
manipulation flies, a dispersion
Forsooth and forlorn ferocious I fried,
Before Bibawhack, my baboon bastard's bride.
To teachy thee a truth, Ye took And Ye tried…
On yon odorous oxters [as the ocean tide.]
Guarengriddle Green, elope, elope. Makes watery- eyed.
So send it soft, send it soon, spittle spot, easily spied.
Him and she, Her and He hurtle and hide…
Disenchanted, disabused, deceased I died.
As white flakes
hurtle down
from the sky
A warrior rises
from the ground
Made of snow
he walks gingerly
down the road
We see him with
mixed emotions
Since fear mixed with
amazement and joy
The Snow Warrior
visits our time
and "belongs to eternity"
His joy is our joy
His fear is our fear
Winter brings out the best in may
And brings the Snow Warrior
a being we cannot
do without
Purple shadows drift beneath the gray sky forge
Mists dipping into verdant valleys like quicksilver
Skimming the rapids where we hurtle downriver
Through seething whitewater of New River gorge
Hurtling toward narrow waters of the Gauley
'Neath the bridge to form the Kanawha mighty.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written May 22, 2021; reworked May 23, 2021
entered "Bite Size 2" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gautier
I was looking at the starry sky
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.
I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.
I could watch a super nova
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays,
And marvel at planetary rings
As I toured the milky way.
I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled.
I was looking at the starry night
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.
I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.
I could watch a super nova,
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays
And marvel at planetary rings,
As I toured the milky way.
I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled.
I find myself humming Broadway melodies,
suddenly bursting into "I'm as Corny as Kansas in August,"
and "Wind Sweeping Across the Plains,"
while the miles disappear behind me,
and slight hints of dusk appear on the distant horizon
as I hurtle toward "Some Enchanted Evening,"
beneath the clean white sheets of a sterile
room in an expensive Holiday Inn Suite
a long, long way from South Pacific
and Oklahoma!
written August 18, 2021