Short Throaty Poems
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drawl
slow, easy, breathy,
like butterscotch in the sun.
flows across the air
clings languidly to the ear.
throaty whispers rise like scent.
winter’s throaty drink
melts on the cockapoo’s tongue -
fresh ice cold blizzard
12/7/2022
Winter Nature Themed Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Neck resting on the crook of my arm
gentle throaty murmur, content, calm.
Moonglow eyes no longer bear the weight of day
and slowly set. She gently drifts away.
I too must sail the night realm where she goes
but not yet- please, not yet
Summer's breeze ruffles my hair
while pale moonlight glows
and waves kiss the sandy shore
as the calm tide flows.
A Whippoorwill fills
the night with rhythmical songs
in sweet throaty trills.
June 19, 2021
Seguidilla Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
The echoes
of children's giggles
and laughter in the night
have long died down;
the house
has become unbearably hollow,
as though the very life of it
has just been sucked out;
once again,
it has become a cage
seeking a bird that hasn't lost
its throaty song.
SOUNDS I LIKE
Hiss of waves in seas
Wood being hand-sawn in chunks
Howling wind through trees
Key in lock heavy oily metallic clunks
Baby’s gurgling at a bottle teat
Cat’s throaty purrs on my knee
Man’s whistling at work in the street
Kettle being filled with water for tea
The wind was crawling through and through the trees,
and through again your hair as dark and thick
as fog, my fingers curled all through it, like
a breeze your lips came near my ear, a soft
and throaty whisper poured all out and lay
as calm as grass and stillness of the hills.
Throaty, rhythmic guitar rolls
Across the room and calms my hands.
His voice, like a cigar box angel
Pokes around my insides and opens my mouth-
It finds plenty of nesting spots.
I wait for you to turn around
To see each word he has sung
Poking out of me in relevant locations.
I love you wild and free
From midnight to the dawning spree
When broken glass startles the mirror
Our love grows clearer
Through fortune and nebulous climb
Tucked into each other's sides
By mystic banter and throaty relief
Holding still in our belief
That love summits grow
With each passing leaf
Weep with me
I hold my breath in
I won't let this free
There's no stilling this ache
That's inside of me
The grief and the pain
Rip away and break out
To flow like a stream
From my eyes and my mouth
A high, keening sob,
A deep, throaty sigh,
Escape with great force
And I finally Cry.
falling but not to my knees
you in the rain, just remembering
retina shed —
someone else's head
on my skin's old lies;
makes them now rings under my eyes,
wet pushed over —
lover behind throaty clouds that hovers
drops by the thousands.
my fingers slip
up here!
coming by tears
Spring morn's glistening dew
Seems a love affair
As it coats the rose
Dances upon grass
Evaporates too
Throaty song birds
Those lovers flirt
Then feed their young
Spring's miracles
Earth's springtime
Arousing
Dawn~earth's yawn
Dusk rests
Creatures
Small
Finis'
A little bee flew across the sea, to see what he could be
He herd a giraffe with a throaty laugh : still continued on his weigh
This pour we bee had too pee so he stopped on a Specific Ocean Eyelid
It took him severed ours to pollinated Pollynesian flours and than he flue away
If Yew can reed this rite yore a better POET then Eye
A little bee flew across the sea, to see what he could be
He herd a giraffe with a throaty laugh : still continued on his weigh
This pour we bee had too pee so he stopped on a Specific Ocean Eyelid
It took him severed ours to pollinated Pollynesian flours and than he flue away
If Yew can reed this rite yore a better POET then Eye
I shift my jacket close as wind blows past,
perched upon this dull, gray massif of rock,
below the throaty call of raven’s squawk,
cannot stay long, in Fall the sun won’t last,
cold can make a man run out of gas,
but rolling vistas make a soul take stock,
ridge upon ridge, all view of cities blocked,
shut right out in my stark, high peaks holdfast.
Feel the sun closing in, rustling
Throaty laughter, whispers of light
Caressing my breath, gentling
Blushing kisses, wonders of birdsong
Crooning, reflecting the psalms
On wings of azure, crimson, sable
Just August… silencing the summer
JUST AUGUST poetry contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
August 7, 2022
What icy wind has brought this darkened day
it hearkens to the depth of it's bowel
from this day hence,until the month of May
like the lonely wolf mates, deep throaty howl
to breathe is almost like a winter fray
as so dost the Arctic Polar Bear scowl
My heart yearns for the budding in April
Thus will quell this winters foreboding shrill
Tough style!
The Tui opens his throat and sings
A beautiful sound that summer brings
Welling up from deep within his chest
Bursting forth his joy expressed
He begins at dawn with throaty trill
Greets the morn in unrestrained thrill
Singing all day with nary a care
Right until darkness in the still night air
The personification of freedom is he...
A lover of life living wild and free
.
The echoes of children's
giggles and chuckles
have faded away down
the long tunnel of time.
Quiet, the old house
is now unbearably hollow,
as though the very life of it
has just been sucked out.
The living room is now
an empty nest longing
for birds that haven't
lost their throaty songs.
.
Hester's a jester. Gutteral laughs.
A throaty, Ha! Ha! Bathe me in it.
Healthy and complete, please delete
All sadness, letting in only good stuff.
I can't get enough of Hester, a Jester.
More, more! Exclaiming with my glee!
Be free. Break smiles to unbridled joy.
Not coy, with your gift to bring mirth.
I give birth to my girth to hear you so.
Stay, stay with me, and don't ever go.
to the east, you read every word
to the north, not a peep is heard
in my heart a deficit
do I give more than I’ll ever get
on Facebook I leave zinging quips
on twitter, truth seeps from my lips
in between, there lives a gap
filled with lustrous, throaty gasps
in my prose I write with thought
sometimes loved, sometimes not
no music to the lyrics yet
write it soon ‘fore I forget
It's rare to have a moment of complete silence.
When the entire world's clack is turned off.
Maybe that's what heaven's all about.
An eternal silence filled with soul bubbles.
Exchanging telepathic pleasantries.
No
throaty motors or
screaming neighbors
playground screeches
No thin-walled moans
or deathbed groans.
Just birdsong and flower mist
drifting through the silent heart
of heaven.
being Born is still new:
UP
./ \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops
+died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak's branch
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
my strange Existence.
:: 03-29-2017 ::
fear to uncover a mysterious pain
reach a depth of darkness hell
she blocked me out, and
heaped hills within hills
masked her ravaged heart
with forceful smile
her lips stayed shut, yet
spoken without a sound
crumbling body ruins,
banned from a touch of love.
wistful eyes drowned
in a floating tears
throaty voices rambles
with a shrilling voices
in a haughty wall, oppressed,
is where she lays in frail
Six ticks enough for me
Sort shelter at the home for less
Broken dreams of hearts desires
Resided in the home of less
Mental strain an back pain
The price to enter the
Home of rest
Moaning an groaning a common theme
For those in the house of best
Tall stories an throaty laughs
Lift the spirit of those condemned
To the house of jest
But it doesn’t replace
The family home
Children an lifelong friends
God bless
The home
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