Short Sputtering Poems
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There once was an old car that was quite spry,
It had creaky joints and a sputtering sigh.
Its engine would wheeze
On the road, with such ease
Yet, newer models are no match
for a car of that batch!
usurping the scene
with slurping obscene
sputtering spittle and steam
then spraying a particle beam
that succotash was green
if you know what I mean
(be careful where you eat beans)
12/13/2020
His steps are heavy
Yet he is invisible
The panic sets in
Take him for a walk
Leave him some where safe and sound
To find his own way
The grey, dreary, day
Sputtering and spurting now
Big crocodile tears
My heart’s tears fall to extinguish its flame.
that burns for true living
And yet laments, for fear and doubt came
and called such a goal a fanciful thing.
Thus I cry and reduce this blaze to a mere sputtering
From unconsciousness
I rise, sputtering
Warm liquid erupting
Belched from the lungs
Choked out, retching
Airways blazing
Rasping, gasping
Writhing for oxygen
That time I fell asleep
In front of the telly
With a mouthful of tea :)
Through the vein of an old song
the antique gathered speed
sputtering and spitting rust
halos of smoke
engine overheating,
stranded in desperate city
cinderblock people are freaky
the song lay dead
outside the vein...
acoustically speaking,
Broken blades for tongues,
a gaping slash where there’s a mouth.
Spewing out whatever phrase,
makes it to their lungs.
Exhale, then inhale,
Cycles of words that none can beat.
Sputtering and gasping gasps,
Let’s sew up that fault with a needle and pin.
giggle
pop bubbles burst
tears drizzle from crinkles
run down overheated rose cheeks
spit sputtering the side wiggler's guffaw
drop rolling to the greening grass
sibling tormentors tryst
belly bubbler
giggle
Contest: The Sound of Emotion
Poet: D. Guzzi
Date: 6/1/12
Waiting For You
in the sputtering lantern light
I stand waiting for you
I button my coat as the dense gray fog
rolls in off the ocean
a sparrow, shivering in the chill air
sits on the sidewalk
perhaps it is nearing its end
only time will tell
I may still be here to see
It.
I have again become empty
by undoing
a disturbing thought.
Unsexing
the sputtering stillness
of a Robin.
Tender bruises
on the pink heart.
A bird was flying away.
Little tears
come down from the swollen
river in spate.
Pain lingers
as you want an answer
from an eroding dune.
Satish Verma
with this sing
i songly wed
i did you and
you did too
i bridled the not
French but Spanish
kiss thus tightening
the knot not loosening
i now pronounce you
pronouns in the eyes
of a looney tune spit
sputtering Sylvester
stutter Puddy Cat
and i say i say i say
Leg Horn as a
southern fog drawls in
Form:
Hold our souls and cherished memories
until the sun turns nova and starts to die.
As planets part and crash on each other
and constellations leave Your sky.
When the sun flares, it dieing candle
sputtering fire; Your last Amen!
Comfort our souls, let us remember
what Heaven holds; God be with us then.
Engine On My Plane
Engine on my plane petered out
What I did know without a doubt
After hearing a sputtering sound
Soon hard would hit the ground
So had hot dogs with sauerkraut.
Plane had been shot down over
Germany.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
DANCE OF THE SPIRIT
They sing, you dance
Like a naked child sputtering in the rain
Your feet are wet
Your body soaked with waters and sweat
You can not control the birth
Every step, a deeper flair
Tell me daughter, where hence the beats come?
Why is the drummer hidden from view?
Whose voice is that song?
Calling you to endless pursuit?
Dots of sheer brilliance
they wave a sputtering wand
marking the seaside.
Brief but beguiling,
a sprinkle brings too much,
tears splatter your eyes.
Mosaic magic
intertwined lines on canvas,
all over the map.
Waves of wispy wings
playing touch with a high tide,
explosive ocean.
Flashing fireflies on the shore,
blink brightly forevermore.
Life blooms from a flower
Like a book flipping open
Spilling sunflowers and roses
On memories in deep oceans.
Fires rage and blood red burns
Endless fields and inchoate urns
Unformed babes and solid tears
Time runs deep with timeless gears.
Death sprouts from a seed
Like a fountain sputtering
Spraying ink and deep grey clouds
On love behind the pendulum.
A little bird...
chirping his words,
While others stirred.
For he could sing...
a pleasant ring,
welcoming Spring!
Chipmunks approve...
as flowers moved,
in joyful grooves.
A gentle breeze...
tickles the trees,
leaves wave with ease.
Squirrel's steal nuts...
sputtering struts,
stashing their huts.
A blue jay glared...
his feathers flared,
presence declared!
Coughing and sputtering...
The cold night air hurts my lungs...
I inhale my cigarette and Google the freezing point of peroxide...
My days have turned to mundane madness...
My nights blurr past like a speeding train...
I dream of breakfast even though it's 9 at night and I'm awake...
I count my nickels and dimes in hope of a biscuit in the morning...
Life is just a long hospice stay...
Merry Christmas
You are beautiful when the facsimile is complete,
flowers resplendent,
and the focus of eyes hungry for lost decorum,
the patterned tables, chairs,
wrought iron ornaments, mark
a harmony with the weaving weeds in the terrace,
and so too the planted trellis,
but now, in early spring,
while your neat rectangle of water remains drained,
I can't help but notice the sad fountain-
a sputtering pipe,
exposed bone,
and the garden falls apart.
The Gray Park
Our parks, are slowly covered in gray
Devoured by steel, A cement buffet.
Business is booming, but at what cost I ask
Of course not the dollar!
I refer to green obstruction, a disagreeable task
Coughing and sputtering is not reserved for cars
as asthmatic patients suffer from smog, like non smothered cigars
My park remains green, but for how long I wonder?
The gray park gains on the green, construction loud like thunder
Form:
“I’m gonna…i’m gonna lose it…”
— by the Poet
THE LONELY FORGE
who are the brave, those who begin
again and again— their muscles
engage like a sputtering automobile.
small hills, like a mountain climb.
no one cheers them on in their insanity.
the lonely forge ahead, forgotten hacks.*
11/12/2021
BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
*inexperienced, in this case in exercise
How does one touch sky
Earthen below falls out
Reaching down to die
Praying up to cry
How does one hear God
Heaven above falls down
Screaming angels lie
Bottoming out of this
How does one have faith
Hellish below bellows out
Beckoning an evil wraith
Sputtering into this
God comes down from sky
Angels trumpets call out
Reaching hands going up
Seeking righteousness
How one does have faith
When he is holding on
Outward demons go
Onward so you must
You leave me bruised
Sputtering around with no life
I gave you everything and
You took everything from me
Leaving me distorted
Twisted in this disfunctional world
I watch you live your glorious life
Hoping mine will come soon
Crawling out of the hole you buried me in
And living my best life
Would show you how determined I am
That through all the darkness I've risen
Through all the pain I've overcome
Through everything I have survived!
9-7-23
against the dark of night little sparks of light
flying through the air catch them with care
giggle for its fun to chase about and run
children enjoy play flying glitter bugs display
release them free into the night breeze
sparkle with their glow on and off they go
tiny stars divine sputtering light as they shine
up to the heavens beyond reach them in a song
summers of long ago feel them as you grow old
watch your child delight catching fireflies at night
"Kiss"
Just the word leaves me
unusually flustered
Much less being with him
anticipating, nervous
I have nothing to fear
but my fickle brain screams otherwise
"Kiss"
The connection
gentle or passionate
I await the feel of both
with anxious heartbeat
I can't wait for the day
he'll finally decide to
kiss me
with sputtering hearts
flushed faces
trembling hands
and maybe a little more
"Kiss"
nervously I daydream
of the day he'll
finally
kiss
me