Short Whiff Poems
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tall tree trivet tents
tempt thrush toucan and trogon ---
tantalizingly tempting
crude cute corals crawl
calm candescent capricious ---
caressing captivating
10 January 2023
The whiff a nasty niff a strong pong
may be earth-shaking
but if we do me and you
beautiful music we'll be making
when I break out my guitar
and strum a song
then you remove your shoes
and hum along
Heard of a computer whizz, well I'm a computer whiff
Thought I knew the ropes but I'm not new age equipped
But finally figured it all out
Used my noggin and my snout
Thankfully my genius came through before becoming a stiff
a whiff of jasmine
as she unties her hair-
hint of rain
kash poet(kashinath karmakar)
http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/2014-november-04
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A whiff of Spring’s
A lovely thing
And oh, such joy
It seems to bring!
A sunny bench
Helps to unclench
The stress and sadness
I can’t quench.
It will not last;
Tonight a blast
Of frigid air
Will come on fast.
But that small whiff
Reminds me if
I wait, there’ll soon
Be blooms to sniff.
Put a clothesline over my front steps
hung my sweaty athletic wear over there
Amazon delivered a package
placed it strategically, under that line
Porch thieves came and took just one sniff
~ on this one they all whiffed
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see the seesaw sea
send its waves to rock
the barrel stave wooden seahorse
to and fro, askew and slow
though I'm feeling
skew-whiff in the waddle
and iffy sickly not well
I think I'll stay
riding the bare-back bronco
to whittle the whiles away
letting the be, what's may
till the break of day
Miss Maisy cow with a floral headdress crown
You are ever so gorgeous, all the way around
Never have we seen a prettier bovine than you
Too bad your cow pie has stuck to my shoe.
It was okay until I tried to pry it off.
Some old lady was wheezing with a hard cough.
Whew! The whiff was something else now.
Allergic to perfume, from Miss Maisy Cow.
A stray lock of hair
in the corner right there
In the parlor, a faint whiff of perfume
The couch messy and wrinkled
piano’s ivories uncovered and tinkled
I know what you’re thinking, dear
but please don’t assume
For these are just clues, all part of a poem
~ detective-style, ala Watson and Holmes
Cheerful view as up on the high hill
Our birds sing with gusto and elation.
From phlox to daisies, butterflies flit and thrill,
Cheerful view as up on the high hill,
One can hear the mystic notes of a flute still,
Songs that pacify the soul, with sensation.
Cheerful view as up on the high hill,
Our birds sing with gusto and elation.
21 May 2021
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If I were a bird of short life span,
Gliding through the morning air,
Flapping wings of bright white tan,
Rising high for bodily care.
Were I the pride of all my fan’s,
Trotting around in majestic wear,
Stretching my neck for out to scan ,
The cabbage leaves and a lovely pear.
Were I so scared of that evil man,
To fly into his cruel snare;
I would flutter around and wildly plan,
To free his hand from my sweet mane.
Sunflower Zombie is here the corn told the pigs and the fence
They strained to look, wondering about her fashion sense
Bet she’ll be wearing a feathered boa, an old sow said
Bet she’ll be green and ghoulish, after all, she is quite dead.
This was stated by a bull who had been nearby chewing cud.
Don’t mind him, said the fence to the others. He is quite the dud.
Sunflower Zombie sauntered over to give them a little whiff.
She is sure pungent! Said the corn after getting a sniff.
O clouds of loneliness,
I beckon you to pervade
within the seams of my heart
and rain ever so lightly
to cleanse its walls
of the dust
that tumult of life incessant
has fixed on its walls,
to let me breathe
and discover the self true
that resides in me.
O Clouds, be only a visitor
and do not make me your home
as deeper you glide in
heavier is your assault,
tearing away from me
even the last straw of my self
in the torrent of gloom
that you might unwind.