Short Wearies Poems
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Music whispers in the ears
beautiful melody hears
stinking memories
dries up with left out worries
as my eyes rest without wearies.
It is the seeker, not the sought,
it is the singer, not the wrought,
who travels on in wearies caught,
and stresses not with daily ill.
It is the master of the will,
that reaches up to heaven's throng.
It is the soul's undaunting till,
that finds the truth in His belong.
Wintry weather wearies the mind
Another snowstorm's on the way
Icy roads can leave you in a bind
Wintry weather wearies the mind
You lose your gloves, scarves left behind
You shiver beneath skies of gray
Wintry weather wearies the mind
Another snowstorm's on the way
1-10-2026
OLD HOUSE
built in 1905
before i was born
i wonder
what were the owners like?
shadows are quick to reply
some nights
as i watch the tube
quick shadows tell
i am not the owner
am but a house guest an intruder
winter wearies
with the same old view
out my kitchen window
how many others before
how winter weary?
Dave Austi
Sorcerer wearies of casting
Spells that nobody can feel,
Ghouls are impatient with fasting,
Death-knells no longer will peal.
Churchyard is grown up with wild weeds,
Marble tombs settle and crack,
Will-o-wisp dies in the marsh reeds,
Leprechauns never come back.
Vampires without an oasis,
Banshees with nothing to moan,
Ghosts who can’t find where their place is,
Skeletons, grave-less, alone.
Form:
Sorcerer wearies of casting
Spells that nobody can feel,
Ghouls are impatient with fasting,
Death-knells no longer will peal.
Churchyard is grown up with wild weeds,
Marble tombs settle and crack,
Will-o-wisp dies in the marsh reeds,
Leprechauns never come back.
Vampires without an oasis,
Banshees with nothing to moan,
Ghosts who can’t find where their place is,
Skeletons, grave-less, alone.
as none for me comes,
as none for me cares
the loners hug i embrace
there where eerie shriek sings
there i go alienated
i hope for hope
i feel for feelings
i longed for long
till my melancholy heart wearies down
till the collection of hours gathered my day in woe
as i return to my bed of misery
as i dream in a jaded world
as none for me comes
as none for me cares
there the loners hug i embrace,
I am not tamed,
I stay in my nest
I fly to east or west;
I can chant beautiful melody
They are alike soothing songs,
Blowing wind embrace my wings.
I fly high in the bright daylight,
I rest in my nest on the darkest night,
Yet I can't fly in the drenching rain.
I peck with my beak,
Sweetest berries
Vanishes my wearies.
I live without worries,
Yet I am free
Dwelling in my tree.
I am little bird
Wondering of my life
To live safe.