Short Sight For Sore Eyes Poems
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searing shining sun
bedazzling snowmelt season ~
a sight for sore eyes
(March Full Moon – Dakota, Lakota, Assiniboine)
You'll never believe this thing I saw
It couldn't stop from flappin' its jaw
With warts poking thru its beard
My eyes permanently seared
Wait! it was only my mother-in-law
monsoon rains a sight for sore eyes reminds me of you ~ the floods came too
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At the country club a sight for sore eyes
Brunch with the bunch and giraffic surprise
Two tall orders, son of a gun
It surely beat the hole-in-one!
Anticipating sharing a slurped prize
Jack is back,
And indeed,
Us Soupers,
Had a need
We were worried,
We were concerned,
Now we can breath,
Once we'd learned,
He is still with us,
Long may that be,
So welome back Jack,
A sight for sore eyes to see!
Two words successful people understand,
Seek . . .
Ask . . . .
When I remember to act on them,
Miracles happen.
Surprisingly often.
When I forget ,
I regret.
When I remember,
I am a sight for sore eyes,
And lucky bugger.
Smears
Of
The bright
crimson moon
A breathtaking sight
Waltzing across the firmament
The canvas for its art; painting the sky scarlet red
A sight for sore eyes! A magnificent rarity, soon to bury itself yonder
Dates written and posted: 02/14/2019
RICH in color
OUTSTANDING in beauty
SIGHT FOR SORE EYES
EYECATCHING and pleasing
MAKES my day
AND is refreshing to my attitude
KIND and embracing to my soul and
Energizing to the tired and weary
Refreshing like shade on a sunny day
It's urgent I see the ocean,
Ask me why?
I'll tell you I haven't a notion,
Lately I hear her call,
And the way she says my name,
The gallop of white horse waves,
Place were loneliness is tamed,
Maybe I'll go and just listen,
Sight for sore eyes I'm missing.
Dawn Mclaughlin
When I was born
I learnt too walk,
At the age of five
Wanted high heels,
Reaching ten fifteen was near,
Wanting makeup pink glossy lips,
Then sixteen that was a shock
From bumps to humps
Flats to curves,
Sight for sore eyes
Not knowing seems absurd.
Blushing and bloomed
From duckling to swan,
What ever a age
A era you are in,
is how you feel
Inside your being
Life is for living
Let it begin.
Form:
While we floated down the river,
We felt a wind that caused a shiver,
It was quite the sight for sore eyes,
That eagle up in the sky.
There was silence in the air,
All the creatures stopped to stare,
Up above it looked so heavenly,
The bright yellow sun shone down heavily.
He grasped the crag with crooked claws,
The eagle seems to have no flaws,
If only I could fly so high,
Like that eagle in the sky.
Kitty Paws
Upon the lake
The kitty paws
Betray the coming wind
Their silence take
No time for pause
In judgment of my friend
But in the wake
Is found a cause
To jibe the sea again
And sail for sake
Of hidden awes
That justify the end.
~by deborah burch
*kitty paws are the ripples on the water that indicate there is wind about...a sight for sore eyes when sails are in a dulldrom! ;) db
Blinded by beauty
In my memory
A sight for sore eyes
Rose tinted maybe
As I grew older
I then realised
She was a tomboy
Without her front teeth
When I had to serve
With boots on the ground
On far foreign fields
She wrote, I replied
The girl of my dreams
Cute ugly duckling
Now graceful white Swan
Was waiting for me
9/ 27/ 2024.