Short Yaw Poems
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May Day is "Lei Day" in Waikiki
But this year girls are looking sneaky
They're all wearing masks
And carrying flasks
But their swank is still rather cheeky
Clownish yaw engines
Spin us about
The blue sphere we inhabit
Its future in doubt
Our cumulus cloud shroud
Conceals the pain
Of tanks, missiles and pogroms
And unburied slain
it's cooling my nape,
this damp collar
of my coat.
by neither water nor gale
i'm cast adrift,
set afloat.
the ocean swells in my mind,
my shrunken brain
starts to bloat.
dizzied by the toss and yaw
of my imaginary
boat!
In the March
of the bitter wind,
even the glitter of
the lake at its silver
hour denies its power
in sorrow perpetua
for severed limbs
caught in the yaw
of the merciless saw
of spring naysayers
in need of prayers
for this crucifixion.
It's cooling
my fevered nape,
this damp collar of my coat;
the ocean
swells in my mind,
my head seems to shrink or bloat;
by neither
water nor gale
I'm cast adrift, set afloat;
dizzied
by the toss and yaw
in my imaginary boat!
it's said, "A rolling stone gathers no moss,"
I don't buy that, I move on, I'm my boss,
learning a bit of this, a pinch of that,
to the jack of all trades I tip my hat,
tutored by every win, every loss,
so far, I've survived life's roll, yaw and toss!
Take off your face
there must be truth beneath those
layers of painted-on dissemblance
Let anything but deception
drip from your mouth
that gaping yaw of practiced sensibility
Look at me and try to hide in that gaze
the hardness of your withered heart
then try to convince me to stay
I didn’t think so.
It is said a rolling stone
gathers no moss.
I disagree, I move on,
I'm my own boss.
Learning from a bit of this,
from a pinch of that,
to all the Jacks of All Trades
I gladly tip my hat.
Inspired by every win,
tutored by every loss,
So far, I've survived Life's
roll, yaw and toss!
Tidal breathing lunar pull ocean
Heaving monthly passion waves.
Measures of timing in surely repelling
Slow steady repeating gravity law
Winds of tomorrow and yesterday's keening
Fill canvas dreams as keels argue sorely
Rippling and driving in moments of yaw
Time tied in tidal moon fluctuation
Swinging and tolling to crash on the shore
As we spend our days
Hoping for more.
If I had a dime
Every single time
I heard someone say
Have a nice day!
No riches on me
Would you ever see!
Nor money in the bank
Would I have to yank!
Most people won't take
The time to fake
A laugh or a smile
Might cramp their style?
So here's an idea
Add a smile to your criteria
Make the effort, laugh and say
See yaw, have a nice day!
Life's Tapestry
Life begins: a single thread
Inlayed throughout as one
Faceted; a tapestry
Entwining hopes and dread
'Sembling extracts not quite done.
Torn brocades of woven silk
Aloft on dusty walls
Pull at strings of mother's milk
Ellipsing vacant halls.
Shadows press the looking glass
Towards the light then fall.
Running colours fading fast
Yaw past the muted call.
©deborah burch
2.07.2013
ELOQUENT BANTER
Eloquent banter
Got lovely smoky burnt eyes
Lightly playfully
Plum moist purple lips
Love you abundantly so
Profoundly I speak
Eloquently I
Kissable spit taste douthit
Eloquently I
I speak so sweet your
you walk on sugar big feet
Tantalizing treat
I exchange a light
I'll love to caress your cheeks
Playing kiss your feet
Chanter my banter
I am using my words well
Curb ball throw at yaw
1/30/18
Robert P. Lobster had only one claw
It caused him to swim with a very bad yaw
An oyster twin
Joined him in sin
Together they yelled out, "YEEHAW!
Round and round went Bob and the twin
Ignoring the ominous fin
On some big guy
Swimming nearby
Who had a huge mouth, but no chin
Into said mouth went the entangled pair
Unaware, as they were, of their error
A major distraction
And a fatal attraction
Could one assume they just didn't care?
Sails unfurled in disarray
Helm unheld to swing away
Canting yaw in surf wet roll
This ship of state without a goal
Some would call this gone adrift
While fools would call it freedom
Some of us are somewhat miffed
While shoals just wait to see them
Passengers without a clue
Trusting to a motley crew
Of greed crazed re-elected fools
Who just ignore their rusted tools
And shed their blame by pointing
And know they're worth anointing