Short Rheumy Poems
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Best described as lizard slime,
Larry was worst of all time.
His big rheumy nose
was red as a rose
And his eyes glowed green as lime!
Rheumy eyes
spoke
heavy thoughts
of
sorrows multiplied
darkened heart
curtains drawn
hope expired inside
heavy grief
buckled knees
soul forgotten
silently
died
My mind radiates,
A thousand thoughts
Of yearning, of love,
And some uncalled.
My only thought,
Thou shall see yonder,
In an elysium
Or in an orb.
O proper stuff!
Rheumy thoughts of thou,
Shall live.
In odd-even,
On a reasonable shore.
-Prithvi Gulati
My nothe ith sthopped up and I can't respthire
My lungths are congeshted and all afire
My eyeths are rheumy and red
Perthspiration floods my bed
Merthy Lord! I think I'm gonna exthpire
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Righths Retherved
First Place in Gwendolyn's " The Sneezing Limerick" Contest - January 2012
A man’s apartment is airily roomy
But wears he a face real gloomy …
Soon, I find out his eyes are rheumy
And he thinks he got them through me!
Lousy Guy! My eyes for long not rheumy;
Two years now they to overseas flew me …
And with rheumy eyes in a shelter roomy
One should a reason find to be not gloomy,
Unless issues too has about one’s tummy
Or bemoaning a perception as Dummy.
his sweet scent of mere love still lives on
I walk, hark nature's moving sounds
carried softly through forest paths
nostalgic scent of rheumy dew grounds.
fleeting dappled somber fingers
unclosing against vast horizon, cause
without orb so nimble lingers.
braids of pain stifle mine madness
loves unavoidable perpetual wink; mine
pate bowed with cherishing sadness
3/17/2021
It’s too cold, so, I cannot go outside and play
Staring at a computer makes my eyes rheumy
My muse, apparently, has nothing to say
It’s too cold, so I cannot go outside and play,
I can hardly wait for another sunshiny day
I’m so tired of wintery days, dark and gloomy,
It’s too cold, so I cannot go outside and play
Staring at a computer makes my eyes rheumy.
Written December 8, 2022
The tide is coming.
Rheumy eyes lost on the horizon. Misting, over half memories.
Vera Lynn keeping us firmly in the past. Time in the present ever shorter.
Flask piping hot, burnt lips. Lunch heartily eaten.
Talk of family long-gone and family non-existent. Half finished sentences.
Singing until hoarse, oblivious of time and place.
Home before dusk or enter a world of anxiety and confusion.
The tide is gone.
I shall miss Sundays.
Mind is brimming with gloom and fears
Waiting to be "heard" or "seen" through tears
The burden of which rheumy eyes couldn't bear
When cruel judgments reach the empty ears
Coming from the mouth of impassive peers
resulting in crushing poor souls for years
By putting a leash on ever-ready tears
We manage to hide and cherish our fears
A fake smile is what the mouth often wears,
all set to utter ceaseless "CHEERS"
rent from the agony
past.
muscle mass made
from joy too.
hangs now deprived
form. Nerves dead.
Dead blood. Hard,
insoluble damns
capillary at
single
stroke.
higher disfunction
set on repeat
flickers behind
eyes bright
that do not bare looking
drooping red ring
rheumy. makes a
crust on the lost beauty
cheekbones once
chalk hills
dressed with
apple trees
are now nursery for flakes
of unstoppable tears
'wipe your eyes old man'
If only you could.