Short Push Out Poems
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Ignore the poor
Your house is clean
Go on vacation
and life's esteem
Push out your trash
and know your worth
Ignore your problems
people Earth
like bad poetry
strains to push out another ~
constipation reigns
for the A Hi-Poo Senryu Poetry Contest
sponsored by John Lawless
written on 10/2/23
You try so hard to make sense of it and write,
But deep within on comes no light,
You find it difficult to push out your thought,
You want to but by no one it will be bought,
So now it slips away far behind,
To add to the endless pile in the back of your mind
Upon the branch of wasted nothing
Where hampered flight upon crushed wing
Seldom do days come shorter
When seldom is there reason to sing
But to push out from unhappy nest
Without course to fly
Better to fall and lay at rest
Then yearn for unreciprocating sky
my cup overfloweth from the bowels of my soul.
it is too full to hold it in; cracks begin to show.
and emotions push out- open cracks to gaping holes,
as my lifeblood is spilling out, filling my voids until i'm whole.
and what a bitter sorrow to see tomorrow
as a reminder of things past.
not going to fly
not having it
not backing off
if this goes a stray
will not take it
will not step down
will not give up
will fight for territory
this is last straw
this is straw that broke
this camels back
this turf
this territory
is already inhabited
not going to leave ever
nothing can push out
existing inhabitants
I've watched trees push-out
from soil, the way meteors
reject the planets
and tears from you seep
through the cracks, years
have wasted
the Walrus comes out at
night, their playground I
knew well in my youth
comfort changes shapes,
now it shines purple against
the crater of my soul
Life is a race for all
Life is a bicycle for all
Life is a means for all
We live by time and grow by seasons
Life is a gate with single entrance for all
To push out victory is by works
Life is not best for the strongest
Victims of life are all warrior's
Of no image
Life is patient to all
Growing up is tall
Living fine is tough to all
The dance of existence is the tonic
Of life to all
Above I hear the raindrops ding
Yet higher still the storm clouds ring
Now I feel the thunder sing
I see the monsoon rage outside
My cat runs up my shirt to hide
Running from it's hollow pride
The spring rains rarely come so soon
To usher in the first full moon
Children born as this years boon
The rising sun will melt the snow
As raindrops help the seeds to grow
Grass shoots push out from below
One more time
been waiting for months
needles injections nurses smiles
Dearest God I am, tired
Dali Lama says suffering and pain
They are not the same and man endures
Perhaps
Not so sure I can connect today
With the cheery medical man and bright lights
But before I go the music
Wraps me in a moment of bliss
And I hear the cawing of crows
Focus on the instant, push out the pain
But still now I have to go
When you dig deep down into your heart what is it that you find?
Do you feel who you are?
When I search mine I don’t find feelings of any kind
Are they just dormant?
Or am I just blind?
Have they been extinguished forever?
Have they been taken prisoner by these chains that bind?
Hopefully they will come back someday soon so I can feel again
I need them to help push out the thunderstorm that dominates my mind
First thing after awoke
I push out the window
To see the weather
To recieve my first ray of sunshine
Hoping it's a fine weather
White clouds blue sky
Reddish flowers
Soft wind
Bustle and rustle in the bushes
Clear in view
The faraway mountain the faraway sea
The road to the end of the skyline
Meeting my dearest sunshine
Before a strenuous day starts
As though you are my only sunshine
Forever shining in the sky
Hello and handshakes,
now old hat,
that brief hello,
wiggling through teeth.....
a stiff aura
still making breakfast,
news blabbing
from the old TV,
touching is only
on a big screen,
a carbon copy
of middle aged parents,
tequila on Friday
the bright spot,
like sunshine
on a
wrinkled countenance,
gazing right through each other,
the big mirror,
a comfort zone,
waiting
for one or the other
to push out
first.
Skimming on a film surface
of a slow-motion river
I'm a clear tear on a
delicate twig balancing like a dancer-
Side to back to side, gliding, riding,
the brief sense of belief
in what's underneath.
I dive in below the water
My mind floats gracefully above sky
to cold blue, black, then light...
No need for eyes, open or shut
Blindness extinguished by brilliance.
My breath paints strokes of God in my lungs
I push out a guttering cry
Now, inhaling now.
May the healing mother give your heart peace
May the forgiving father watch over you as you sleep
May your spirit animal, the deer, issue you much needed comfort
May your totem, the turtle, show you the way to health
May your sweat lodge sisters pray that your cancer dissipates
May your family dream of better times and ways to help you through this
May your body push out the bad, and inhale the better greater good
May our prayers help you through this trying time, White Wolf Woman