Short Wheezed Poems
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Written: October 17, 2023
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breeze of zeal wheezed
the zephyr sings through the trees~
insight reach zenith
chill breeze
Ron sneezed
deep freeze
he wheezed
stung knees
cried, please ...
death’s tease
~ disease
''Ho ho ho' wheezed old Santa Claus
Wrapping around his head with gauze
He filled up with whisky
Took behaviour risky
And then fell foul of drinking laws
16th December 2022
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Wedding tradition of carrying the bride over the threshold
He wheezed and gasped, his body bathed in sweat,
Remembered months of training at the gym -
And strained again, he wasn’t beaten yet...
She eyed the threshold, sighed - and carried him!
I watched as she dusted and sneezed;
'It's worthless, I'm certain,' she wheezed.
I thought I'd be rich -
oh, life is a b.tch!
(My desk got a clean, so I'm pleased...)
written 26th April for Joseph's contest - about Anita Manning from The Antique Roadshow
Thunder growls beneath fired sky
Crackling its way down street wires
As booms pound on our ceiling.
Forceful winds roughen wheezed noise
In a pitch quite deafening
While we huddle together;
Enjoying silent movies.
SEVENBITS Contest hosted by nette onclaud
10.02.2017
The tree was wracked with age, disease
her branches missing bark and leaves
Chill rains attacked -- it coughed, it wheezed
Resistance gone, what good to grieve
Once tall and stately, proud to be
the loveliest of maple trees
Her sap flowed rich throughout the Fall
Delicious treat for one and all
So sad to see a landmark die
Enough to make a grown man cry
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
Oh me! Oh my!
I think I'm going to die!
I bumped my head,
I'll soon be dead!
Oh me, oh me, oh my!
Oh dear! Oh dear!
I know my end is near!
I coughed, I sneezed,
and then I wheezed!
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
What's that you say?
I'm going to be okay?
You haven't heard
a single word.
I'm at death's door today!
(This is a parody of someone I know who gets overly dramatic
when she doesn't feel well)
6/16/15
...and the warnings rang strong
...and the cauldron wheezed
...and the magma lapped at strapping branches,
genetically equipped, with a passion,
for protecting the bulb
...and the poet rhymed on
...and the emperor, Nero, has resurfaced
...and the swinging, singing, stinging swarm
cycled back
...and the funk of it reached fecal proportions,
surpassing sweetness of rotting racoons
on the roadside
...and the poet rhymed on.