Short Washout Poems
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WINNER
Perfect, accomplished
Achieving, functioning, flourishing
Victor, success; failure, washout
Declining, lapsing, falling
Defeated, ruined
LOSER
on valentines day
night of hot passion cancelled~
punctured water bed
Written on 3rd February 2019
For Valentine senyru poetry contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
Kicks tires
Checks wires
Full stop
Revs prop
Must heed
Airspeed
Thumbs up
Climbs up
No sweat
(Not yet)
Alas
No gas
In spin
Chagrin
No chute
Oh shoot
Bad day
Mayday
Crashed plane
On plain
Washout
No doubt
Vanished is the sun that had peeked so exuberantly
around the clouds! Our new beach chair that broke sits taunting me.
The castle that our children built (and then declared it grand)
lies unrecognizable, a washout on wet sand.
One tire of our dune buggy is deflated, and I hold
inside my hand a too-warm Coke that once was icy cold.
Feb. 20, 2019 for Nina Parmenter's Reflect That Emotion Poetry Contest
She’s my beautiful infection,
My toxic allure,
She’s the drug for my suicide.
She’s stolen my reflection,
My mind is obscure,
She’s my rational apartheid.
I’m her perfect hygiene,
Her ideal sanitize,
I’m the only thing to clean her life out.
I’m her classy and clean,
Her beautiful surprise,
I’m her complete utter mental washout.
HURRICANE MEMORIES
That blasted storm
had come up the coast
all the way to New Jersey;
nothing could stop it.
The pigeons were diving
coasting sideways
one wingtip to the sky
the other to the ground.
It was a playground to them
something to play with
as I watched in amazement
my fears calmed.
If they were so at ease
who was I to worry
safe behind my storm windows
watching their carefree ways?
SKB, relieved Fay never developed, it was a washout here.
My journey is not summaries
I couldn’t understood story of life
When to start when do end
For your search I need bird wings
So this endless tale goes on
There is no limit of sky
There is no limit of dream
My hunger is still same
Feel as like I am doing new beginning
Sometime I feel to wash my mind
Washout every story of past
Only your appear bring happiness
Only your appear make me alive
Hungry heart want your view
Don’t do more promise
Now make love dream true
What we collectively feel
Become humanity’s deeds;
Feelings are our reactions,
Predilections, preoccupation with --
Obsessively entertained seem~ paramount needs!
The nurturing of good bodies
Or, piercing wars
Horrific blood-letting bleeds --
Deeds are the washout
Stains and cultivation's
What came after the seeds
Our generosities and greeds.
The soul of man demands
Seldom satisfied
While the spirit elevated pleads:
Enough! Mercy! Mercy!