Short Whooshed Poems

I wished so hard to be adult;
a fairy heard my wish and then
I whooshed through time and now I'm old...
but long to be a child again...

for Charles' if i could go back contest...

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tactic torrents tuned
punctured pills puked
hoisted horizon hanker
tuning tiers trigger
felon fiends whooshed
wanky wind booed

bounty bills bruised
lofty lists cruised
dark drips drooled

sour syllables glazed
with wet waste
gaunt gores graced

porous pasts pulsed
vying gifts gulped.
     '20:03:11:15:06

Note: Dedicated to William Blake....

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We felt tiny,
Her hand in mine
Upon that strand,
Sundown’s rich show
Of indigo
And pink, lush hues
To darkness washed,
True pitch in which
Pale surf, aglow,
Whooshed, foaming in
‘Neath stars, aglitter,
So infinite—
Oh! flecks we were,
Mere motes until
My arms I wrapped
Around my wife
And, lost in love,
	We shared a kiss:
Wide world, sea vast,
Eternal sky
	Then faded all
		To naught....

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wielded wits whooshed
perforating pouting pool
yearning yields pruned
vying voluptuous clues
dark drips dribbled
callous crest crippled

hoisted hanker healed
sumptuous syllables seeped'n
crumbling curvy creed

mystic melody moaned
cupped crescendos' clone
haughty rhythm robed

porous pasts punctured
meagre memories measured.
    '20:03:28:11:33

Note: Dedicated to Jedidiah, King Solomon....

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I wonder how it will be ,
The silence as it echoes,
The waves slapping the ground,
The cold breeze dancing all around,
The trees as they whooshed and talked,
The Sun as it stitched a golden horizon,
Finally retiring from it's monotonous job.

What a magical moment it will be,
As an instinctive smile creeps within.
When stress and pressure be replaced,
By satisfaction and glee,
I wish I could experience this daily. 

5/8/2022...

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There she sat, head tilted back in elegance
Pushed 
By her father in her 
Pink plastic chariot
Barely two years old

With golden multicultural skin
A crown of silken shiny curls
Framed her gorgeous face of regency 
Style, heirs and grace

And she knew

She was fabulous 
As she was whooshed past my
Car window
Off through the grey sordid concerete
As a bright cheery spot
Pushed by her proud, proud father
Gracefully
Picking her tiny 
Button nose .......

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