Short Last Hurrah Poems
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pilfering raccoons
raiding cornfields and orchards
laughing at farmers
Indian summer picnicking
Last hurrah before winter
I close
my eyes
sun shines on my face
summer's last hurrah
dies away
sounds of fall
then I dream
Does
beauty
sleep beneath
weeping wiilow
trees
Wickety, wackety, zis-boom-bah
The world's a treasure with minor flaws
Joy by the bucket
And still more yet
Ain't done until my last hurrah
Wickety, wackety, zis-boom-bah
The world's a treasure with minor flaws
Joy by the bucket
And still more yet
Ain't done yet till my last hurrah
~ this is the last hurrah, folks; my poetic pen has run out of ink ~
The Last Line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 12/25/2018
Mortality
Morning snowfall brings his
Moist eyes one last hurrah.
Moon-flowers and blue jays,
Meandering in step.
Malignancy strides moan
Meekest as his saviors
Mourn before it all melts.
4/19/17
snowfall in the dell-
spring blossom dies
sunshine on my face-
summer's last hurrah
the tangle of Autumn-
bonfired into smoke
candlemas evensong-
winter's requiem
Slow dance weather’s well
Faded leaf kicks last hurrah
work done coming home
A worthy cause
‘gainst daunting odds
A chance to set the world aright
Truths to be told
With hero bold
To champion a noble fight
‘tis all I ask
A final task
And while I still have beating heart
For win or lose
To fight I choose
For then I’ll know … I did my part
This morn I found a world of snow,
I did not see it falling though.
It fell quietly as I slept,
Upon the slumbering land it crept.
Winter's gift, a parting sting
Before she steps aside for spring,
A final flurry, a wave goodbye.
Her last hurrah, fell from the sky.
Our last day on earth, if today
Are we in surrender
Do bliss throbs within yet hold sway
Last hurrah a wonder
Is our release complete
With head bowed at God’s feet
Vibrant, with joy replete
Will it be in mirth
Our last day on earth
01-May-2022
Quietus
September saunters in with hints of fall in tow,
brief respite from late summer’s sultry heat.
Mild weather will stand down for summer’s last hurrah.
Then autumn’s unique glories we will greet.
Already we see red and amber in the trees,
and falling leaves are dancing in the breeze.
autumn sets its stage
orange-red-gold tapestry-
summer's last hurrah
September 9, 2022
~5th Place~
Contest: Autumn In Nature - Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Judged: 09/17/2022
~10th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/13/2022
Oh, falling leaves- like my autumn of life-
you slowly drift down upon faded green lawns.
Red-orange-gold colors boast your last hurrah,
as they calmly, peacefully, twirl to the ground.
September 4, 2021
Premiere Contest: Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Richard Bardin
One Stanza from my poem-
"Amid Falling Leaves,"
posted July 28, 2020
Three sheets in the wind
And rubbed the wrong way
By a fair weather friend
You must seize the day
Let your hair down
And lay down the law
Be the talk of the town
With your last hurrah
With all your high hopes
Few and far in between
Up against the ropes
Taking one for the team
Play your cards right
No guts no glory
Still High as a kite
The same old story
Summer is ending; we can feel it
But we pretend we cannot
Slater our corn-on-the-cob with butter
Cutting generous slabs of watermelon
Ignoring the Back-to-School sales flyers stacking up in our box
July is the last hurrah.
The month we celebrate as wildly as we can
Knowing reality will soon set in
And school will begin
Because August is peeking her head in July's window.
A blue sea without waves
Under a canopy of green
Shafts of sun light
Playing on the blooms
That are gently moving in the breeze
Children’s laughter
Mixed with a song birds call
Accompanies the wind in the trees
Walk with me in spring
The blue bells chime
Springs arrival
A changing of the guard
From daffodils to bluebells
Heralds the seasons change
And winters last hurrah.
I see the end of summer
Labor Day the last hurrah
Leaves and rain race each other
Puddles of color
Corn and pumpkins center stage
Holidays appearing soon
Old year giving way to new
With bold promises
Shadows in the crystal ball
Brother’s face fades in and out
Fearing to look far ahead
I avert my eyes
Joyce Johnson 9/9/11
For Linda Marie’s contest “Crystal Ball” won no.8
Like Ken, ever on his last sail -
a soul slipper asway on gales …
Some loves shall lead these ending days
Tapering the winding display ~
High mountain air before lungs crush
Umpteen stars to drink ‘fore eyes hush
Rivers cold to shiver the numb
Rivers bold will quiver to dumb
Away, away, this last hurray
Hie now to float the scented way ~
(8/29/20: '96 Sea Ray Express Cruiser 400; DMS)
I've cut through life with grand experience. Now I'm old and standing on the
precipice where a man finds what really matters. The dance of life gradually slows down, with nothing but a pocketful of memories. Facing that last hurrah
and the joys and sorrows that make life all the more lived. When tall shadows point the way behind a late sky, and that first sight of heaven...where men learn to fly!
A last hurrah of snow and ice
Winter's farewell, a parting sting.
But waiting there to take her place
The welcome arms of coming spring.
All around life is stirring
A reawakening mother earth.
The warming soil rejuvenating,
Bringing days of colour, and rebirth.
Short cold days, soon forgotten
As the sun sits higher in the sky.
Oh, the joy of changing seasons
Cherished each, as they pass by.
Lots of little moths are flitting
Near the bushes and the trees,
Such a frenzied sort of flutter,
They might stir a little breeze.
Some are solo, but more likely,
Most are traveling in groups,
Do-si-do-ing through the flora,
Doing crazy loop-di-loops.
In some spots, they’re like confetti
Which the wind has set a’whirl.
Guess their instincts have informed them
They’ve just time for one more twirl.
We had our last hurrah
that evening on the pier.
Some friends of mine brought beer
while some brought wine.
The vista was divine.
The sun began to sink
as shades of rosy pink
streaked teal blue sky.
We joked while getting high.
Back then, we never knew
our friendships, like that view,
would fade away. . .
Written 7/10/14 by Andrea Dietrich
For the ON THE PIER Poetry Contest of nette oncluad
I love to go to Mardi Gras
And see the girls cast off their bra
As if it were their sole faux-pas
In dancing through their last hurrah
I do not know just where they went
I can not guess what charms were Lent
But I suspect the knight was spent
In screwing odds they might repent
You're sure to hear old-timers say,
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may"
But ashes mark the end of play
The fun begins on Judgment day!
KEEP FIVE ALIVE
It’s a five pointed star
Not the simplest by far
As thoughts are left ajar
But for naught except Blahblah
Just that one last hurrah
They call it a pentagram
Sceptical is what I am
With all that flim flam
Rejecting the glitz and glam
You’re not a witch ma’am
Anxiety I try to quell
Nothing ever seems to gel
Please don’t cast a spell
You know that very well
Otherwise, just go to Hell