Short Windstorms Poems

A heart a soul a waiting
Beating words of windstorms
A firey host leaves a voice
Warming signs giving birth
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A mind that is wrinkled
Is fully filled with thought
Housed with years of wisdoms
Spirit summons not

Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
12/11/21...

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Spring Mischief

Lusty sunbeams twirl in tangos
Gusty clouds in wild fandangos
Rowdy windstorms dip and glide
Dowdy mornings step aside
Cloudy caches swing and sway
Dowdy drizzles sent far away
The sharp air softens then sings
A wink, a smile – mischief of spring.

4-29-22
Contest: Spring Rhyme 8-12 Lines 
Sponsor: Tania Kitchen...

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I am mad about you
You have caused windstorms that inhabit my mind
I can not discern truth from lies because to do so would make me sober
It is in the telling of the wine and my drunken heart 
I do not possess the presence of mind and find it laborious to be present
You have done this
You are a love thief and i am a mere begger
I have chosen madness over reason
I am enslaved and a willing devote...

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Ribbed  strands of wheat across the plain
bend at the knees, to drink the rain
in windfalls
Brown from harvest, drought and blight,
are cornstalks spinning through the night
like windmills
The dry stalks slant and dangle leaves
and rattle music through the trees
in windstorms




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Written for Nette's Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind
By Carrie Richards 11/20/14...

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Violent winds stormed and the boat seemed skulking toward wreckage.
Still a small voice simply whispered,
Out tuned from the wailing, the waiting, the howling,
“Everything is okay. Child, everything’s gonna be alright.”
It’s all okay.
The wrestle, the condition, even the storm’s suspense and the fear.
Quiet, be still.
All it takes three words.
And the rain holes of the sky will just shut,
the windstorms will fade, and the darkness begone.
Quiet, be still....

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Drifting through windstorms
leave the umbrella behind
don’t overreach yourself
the bar has been raised and
wind generators are broken

Rain pouring like crazy but
the sky seems clear while
the cold breeze pleasing
my icicle-sharp mind and
like an icicle I slowly melt 
dripping, becoming an ocean
floating through storms 

Road signs are frozen now
my way is a mess with few
slippery paths carrying on
with the duty in vain because
my wind generator is broken...

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