Short Squally Poems
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silver spray soaking
shell scattered sandy shoreline ~
squally sea subsides
Written 24th August 2020
For haiku 6 poetry contest
Sponsored By Brian Strand
Cletus O'Toole spent some time in Reno
Where he lost his shirt playin' at keno
This caused a great deal of strife
With his long-sufferin' wife
She raged on like a squally El Nino
Its variable; real and valuble,
it effects the lives we lead.'
God alone set this in motion.'
Psudo science shall be revealed'
To be no more than squally-squeally
Newly made up, just like that word.'
Soon to be erazed..No lasting trace.'
Under the heavens,to be seen or heard.'
Ambush of a lie
North wind does it lie?
Or south leeward it lay?
Where does it lie?
Mounting evidence lying east
A peaking testament laying west
Gusty lies besiege down the crest
Why do Liars conspire against the honest?
Truth grazed in the valley
Squally lies ruffled the prairie
A Liar lurking trapped veracity
Oh how Liars hunt for morality
You become Raffles and its Long Bar.
Better, I'd imagine, than it needs,
or probably deserves.
Happy, fair,
tanned loveliness with a dash of sauce
and a hint, I think, of innocence.
Had I noticed that before?
Melbourne today is cold and squally.
Now where I look is stained with sallow sunshine
then buffeted by gloom thicked winds
then still.
Then lashed by rain then still again.
And all about are sodden drifts of autumn.
I wish you were here.
Where Is My Lighthouse
In This Storm Of Life
For The Light Has Dimmed Or
Maybe Just Gone Out
Tho’ There Are Struggles
Albeit A Lot Of Strife
I Must Keep Pressing Forward
And Not Turnabout
I Often Wonder Who,
Could Even Help Me Find
My Way Through The Squally Waters
Of This My Lifes’ Stride
Is It You? Are You The One?
To Help Guide Me Through
The Journey Of
This Lifes Storms
Oh How I Wonder And
Oh How I Pray
That You Are My Companion
You Are My Love
Form:
The river is smooth, quiet, and serene.
Our fishing boat is at one with the flow.
Years from now I'll remember this scene
And wish it were like the life I would know.
But that isn't the nature of this estate.
Boulders may bludgeon at every turn.
Debilitating illness may strike early or late.
Rough water tells me I am here to learn.
Problems then are mortality's tool
To form and fashion the person to be.
They take us to the hard-knocks school
To prepare us for life's squally sea.