Short Wends Poems

February or Feb-u-ary
    Tooz-day or Tee-use-day
  Wends-day or Wednesday

  Say 'em like you mean 'em
    else you'll demean 'em...

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Who cares if the road winds or wends
so long as I step with my friends?
Quit hawing and hemming!
We are not the lemmings
who blindly fall off to their ends....

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The tide weaves and wends
its' way among the pier posts
where I will dig for tiny
shark's teeth and whelks in the sand;
I love making genuine oceanside jewelry.

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In a north wind chilled with portent,
Lurch and thunder white-foamed waves
Near this boardwalk stretching empty
Past its surf shops, hushed and idle:
Summer days wend to an end....

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Time wends, stutters, stalls.
Time was when it flew.

Timeless are the dead stars
timed to the last moment
are the living.

Man is a faceless clock
on a blank wall.
In time, the deaf
tell the blind to see....

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where
  the egrets
           perch
where
   the petrels 
         nest
the 
    kestrels 
       screech
wrens
peep
above 
      the creek
which
wends
    then ends
where
 the speckled
         perch teem
and
dew
  bedews
    the ferns

a fp inspiration verse...

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CUTE WENDS SCISSOR HANDS

It’s lock down in Jozi, a state of emergency
As you know,
Wends my hair dresser sent me a what’s app,
Haven’t seen her for Three weeks or so,
She’s bored, so started to cut her front and back
Lawn with her scissors,
As for now has no customers, so does not use
Her salon’s mirrors!...

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Photograph ~ Snake River ~ Ansel Adams

a
river
wends its way
through harsh terrain -
your landscape is college, dating, career
you feel lost, so I encourage you that
rivers always
find their way
to the
sea


// for my son, Jordan //
[double tetractys]

written 27 Sep 2020...

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Dawn ascends to brighten the day
Birds trill with songs of glee
Morning's breeze makes the willows sway
I rejoice with esprit

As Earth keeps on turning
I will be discerning
The sun will be burning

As night wends
Dawn ascends



September 26, 2021
Quietus-August 2021 Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker...

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Lilac is such a beautiful scent
A poem of fragrance that never gets spent
Same for you, my desire, it doesn't run out
It only keeps building, it will not see drought
Overrunning its banks, yet a self-contained flood
That wends its way, coursing, warm, heating my blood
A strong flowing current that brings me to you 
And into your arms I fall, fall into mine too...

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Listen to poem:

Before The Blacktop Ends
David J Walker

The world wends 
	And extends 
A mile or two before
The blacktop ends 
It ends in dust 

	It ends in rust
Transcends the trust of 
Casuistic treasures

It measures miles 
It humors trials 
And tempers time 
And fills the files
	With pleasures
	Only pleasures

And clings to things
	Familiar
Before the blacktop ends...

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IOMINDIA

Neither above
    or below this world
She swirls in the microscopic-pointillist
Dream of all Saints
                             all demons
                                      since the fig leaf

in contemplation
                          the eyes go static
    spirit wends along some light-tunnel
                              a  golden door at its end
“Knock and ye shall enter”
Knock!...

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Red statues bestirring beside sturdy brown
   Golden yellow tassels, the talk of the town  
Rich green blanket spread as far as meets the eye
   The idyllic scene framed under the bluest of skies

Textured white ripples rise and fall in silver pails
   Perky, pale curlicues wave, pretty pink tails
A color-splashed canvass greets Mr. Farmer every morn
   As he wends his way to and from the faded red, rustic barn...

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Life is at best a twisted path,
A crooked line from start to end.
Often murky, sometimes clear,
With ups and downs and curves and bends,
Always unknown which way it wends
Until the very end is near.

But, however twisted, craggy, flat,
Strewn with stones or smooth as glass,
The path we take is up to destiny.
No matter how we may obsess,
To no avail we second guess,
What follows life will always be a mystery....

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The swirling wind to touch the ground,
A sudden energy outbursts,
Yet its eye cannot see the found.

Above, a beauty to behold,
As it blindly wends its path,
Its wake of destruction unfolds.

Listen! A child’s voice speaks of love,
Calling out to the angels there,
Mercy’s prayer to powers above.

Surrounded by a violent rage
A child knelt in a calming peace,
Winds holding life within their sage.




Form: Enclosed Triplets...

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There is a truth I've come to comprehend,
Life is full of twists and turns,
And outs and ins,
And ups and downs,
And zigs and zags,
And curves and bends,
And though it sometimes seems to follow guides,
Blind fate alone decides how long it lasts
Or where it wends.
Another truth I've learned of late,
One not controlled by Fate or trends,
Is that Time follows a different line,
One that just goes straight…
And never ends.
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You’re not listening 
You’re not LISTENING.
It walks it wends it winds it
Sighs.

I tried to taste the glistening light
I tried to suck in the sweet simple sadness
I tried to swallow the smashing waves
But instead
They swallowed me.

Will it stay with me?
This sticky poison, clinging to my throat.
Stinging in my lungs.
Bringing down my heart,
Beat by beat
Until all I have left is the neuron synapse
That makes pupils dilate, and eyelids blink.

Empty....

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Cold, grey stone in formation stand,
Old standing stones, they gathered round,
Around the magic close to hand,
Old hands that grasped the Pagan ground.

The joyous come to dance and sing,
They sing the tales the ancients told,
The stories told by bards of spring
That spring shall come end winter’s cold.

All seasons turn upon the wheel,
The wheel of life that never ends,
At winter’s end the warmth we feel,
All feeling the path springtime wends.



Form: Wreathed Quatrains...

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