Short Shoos Poems

John John is my buddy, special as hell
And to think I was considering saying farewell
He never lets me down
Shoos away my frowns
A special buddy for sure, unparalleled...

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When a new life begins, many come to an end, steps forward on a trecherous path of being, 
sprites of luck light the way, yet impish chatter shoos them away, where is the light during 
the darkest of nights, where is my shadow in the pale moonlight, if the sun doth rise in the 
east, let my path head to the west; eternal summer....

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Brightness peeps into
yellowing net curtains;
brief wafts of a semaphore sky.

An elderly lady has planted her mind
in an apartment,
lightbulbs burn out, are never replaced;
sunshine squints through thin drapes.

Daily she shoos the world away,
discourages rumors
of unnecessary things.
Mail piles up
on her unwelcome mat....

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The fragrance of an open bottle, ~~numbs,
It aires a room resigned to fulfillment,
Impatience dealt some wayward errant doves,
Carries them to moor like patient children,
Obeisance for 'tis nature that they delves,
Buries their heads fore flights of fluttering,
A floor draped in white feathers, winds bundles,
Door burst, shoos, closed windows, seals a bottle.


Date: 05/31/2019...

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Outlaw

 They jeer at me
They cast me out
They say
I am not of them
For I am different
My skin is different

My people 
Cast me away
Because my skin is fairer

The white man
Shoos me away
Because my skin is darker

They hold back
From me
As if I might 
Have a cold
Because I’m different

Because my skin
Is a mystery
To them all
They made me
An outlaw

But my mother
Faraway 
Knows me not
As an outlaw
But a missing string
In her guitar....

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He flies far 
Collected Sprig to make a nest 
Wish he could Guard her eggs. 
She flies away 
Leaving their nest. The shower of time 
Washed the abode, 
Made them homeless. 
City-lights eradicate night lull 
City-sounds daunting the eggs.
O Ethnic, keep patience
There will be sunshine
We will run far,
So far, would never return
Your dwelling dismantles the tiny abode
The flock of humane shoos it
They will miss the old tree
And squeeze the recent arbor....

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cooing blackbirds drowned out with quick ugly squawk
dairy barn invaded by an irritated jay
wooing bovine herds mooing down by eagle rock
airy haymow fragrance potent on this summer day

nest in rafters, possibly of a small frightened wren.
able farmer’s wife shoos prickly crow away
rest of barn’s hay is harsh, prickly and rather thin
stable in August is usually in bit of disarray

Written 1-23-2020
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Contest: Let’s Write a Lento Poetry Contest...

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Come to me tonight in dreams,
When darkness shoos the day away,
When reality splits down the seams
and reasoned thought in disarray
lets loose the hold it has on life,
As tenuous as that hold might be,
and dances off to drum and fife
amidst the glitz and jubilee
that herald in forgotten thought,
Lain dormant under lock and key,
Behind the mind in limbo caught,
Only for eyes that truly see.
Then, if by chance you pass this way,
Stay with me till night finds the day....

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