Short Squally Poems

silver spray soaking
shell scattered sandy shoreline  ~
squally sea subsides


Written 24th August 2020

For haiku 6 poetry contest 

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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