Sniffle Poems

A Poet Dies and is Bored with Heaven

I lounge about, walk about, crocking
a hymn of praise or two.

Heaven, is heavenly,
or is it a fake and fanciful heaven
created
for fanciful and fake poets?

I sit by a sweetly flowing stream'
a host of gay vividly colorful flowers
speak to me
in the high-falutin language
of antique songs.

It is wonderfully wonderful,
yet I am bored,
bored with the supranormal
and the ethereal nature of nature,
bored with the endless beauty
of all that I encounter.

The loveliest woman I have ever seen
visits my moody meditations,
she tells me to write and to stop ing,
but I just cannot,

for I cannot pen the transcendental
or sublime, without mentioning the ugly,
and the dark history of suffering
and there is no dark suffering here,
not even a sniffle or a tear.

I am bored, not unhappy only bored,
and I want to go back
to my shatty life and write
about my misery and yours.

I figure heaven is not a location
but a state of mind,
and that my heaven in reality
is a place

where demons and angel's battle
for the right to fight on -

forever.

PURPLE

 PURPLE 

Purple my soft moss seat in paradise 
amethyst crown purple so wise
High Priestess purpled silken silent and bold
 has no need to compete with cool 
Countess whose court is neat
but oh so cold !

What a sweet treat to see
ripe ripple granadilla purpled fall from tree
she made an indigo way from leafy branch
to loamy Earth to juicy kiss my feet
landing on delicate fairy roots with a scarlet beat 

Purple irises erect rows in park holler 
such powerful maidens compete not for dollars chased by bookie rookie scholars who fail 
to see abundance in nature’s holy colour 
divinely composed with innocent hues of valour
 
How humans sniffle and snuffle when they 
seek lilac happiness in ludicrous money 
all they need do is close their eyes to
visualise dining on purple aubergine, 
mauve butter bean laced with dripping honey  
in violet chameleon coves hosting bunnies 
watching a shimmering sunset 
holy purple burble !

Three is the Loneliest Number

Once, a lonely number three
sat forlornly on my knee.
In his eyes, I saw despair
as he was sitting there.
"You needn't sniffle, cry or pout.
I too have been the odd man out."

Too

Written: May 19, 2024, For Hilo Poet Contest

                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I hear achoo
Two sniffle snore
kids germs flu

stuffy nose, sore
Ooze rush home
clean to bore

Nero burned Rome
Outcried poems too
built brass dome

Okaaayee I'll confess the plagiarism

        I know that i've mentioned 
                in past writes
        regard mine frenetic digits
                       their
                   tap tap tap
        whilst mine engram leaked

                       well
                (sniffle sniffle)
              well last evening
                top mine desk
                     (sniff)
             there i spied mine 
                frenetic digits
                       tap
                       tap
             tapping out mine
                 mine dream
            uv night 'fore last

       tapping out 'pon this very
                   machine
                      each 
                     kissss

                 that's write
                I mean right
                       so
                blame those
                   damned
                     digits









*each true artist, they have their
  own colourz...lisssp(whut)...
  ...experienced...
  ...learned...
  ....knowd....
  kiss me, shut me up ;)

In Your Arms

I cry.
I sob.
I whimper.
But in your arms,
I cry less.
I sob less.
My whimpers die down.
I sniffle, looking up at you.
That sweet smile, that fills me with love.
You tell me, “It’s ok, I’m here”.
Then I cry again,
because I know
that I cannot be in your arms
any longer.

Moans and Groans

We've become moaners,
Grumpy and groaners,
We talk lots of piffle
We cough, and we sniffle.
We mumble and grumble,
We are not very humble
Sighing and crying
There's no denying
We've become apathetic
That is pathetic

Love of March

As Winter sheds it armor,
young Spring proves quite a charmer.
Though I may sniffle and sneeze,
March hues and fragrances surely please. 


March 3, 2022
entered in Andrea Dietrich's March In Contest
Lind style 30 syllables rhymed  7  7  7  9 syllables     Placed 2nd
used howmanysyllables.com

entered in the Bite Size no. 40 contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Fear of Covid

I cough,
I sneeze
Wait????
Do I have a fever?
Body chills?
Is this for real?
I can't believe it
The doctor walks in,
My heart is racing
Tylenol, motrin, and a hospital bed
Is all I'm chasing
Someone rush me there!
Symptoms all over again!!!!
Covid? A second time
I can't do this again!!!!
Scared, scared, and even more scared
Quarantine?
What does this mean?
My life,
Is it over?
Am I done?
Can't be,
I'm not the one!
All alone,
For hours and days
Can't stand & cook
Doordash is all I pay
Pray, pray and pray some more
I am too strong,
I can handle this,
I'm just over thinking 
My head snaps, 
When every mask comes off
Every sniffle,
Every runny nose
My anxiety takes over
My heart races
My legs feel weak
I hear my name!
Louder & louder!!
My eyes open, WIDE!!!
MY THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD,
ANXIETY DOES NOT HELP 
I WANT TO PUT COVID TO BED!!!!

Three Pea Pods - Nursery Rhyme

Three pea pods on the vine
Odd wee bee walks entwine
Twitch, squish it is bewitched
Which three peas snap a wish

Fly lights on the pod 
Sniffle the pea bloom awed
Fly sees three, jumps so pleased
Flip, flip, flip twitches its wings

Bird spied the bee and fly
Swoop down, down, down awry
Three pea pods on the vine
Bee and fly flee to eglantine


2/12/2021

Tried For A Nursery Rhyme , hope you like

Little Fuzzy Red Slippers

Tinseled moments adorning a little blue spruce of sheen  
he's a benefactor suited red, no he can never be mean 

Snowflakes caked upon a lit up window in a twinkling room 
the scent of sweet vanilla and Christmas sweet perfume 

Little fuzzy red slippers pattering around before midnight 
a crunch of cookie, a sip of milk on the table by the light,  

Reindeers on rooftops  elves in green tights chimney smoke
He gets away with a tug of his beard,  he is such a happy bloke 

Eggnog and truffles a sniffle or two opening presents until two 
its a baby Jesus day, Merry Christmas & Happy New Years too. 


December 21, 2020

Silence Broken

Silence broken by teardrops on cold concrete echoing off apartment building walls.  A sniffle, a sob, a love child sits waiting for the hatred to die down, so he can go to sleep – forever.

Silence broken by screams unheard, unspoken, trapped inside a bound mouth, so small, so innocent, nowhere to turn, no where to run, waiting for the hatred to die down so she can sleep – forever.

Silence broken by phones, by protests, by anger, finally someone sees, someone talks, someone’s saved today, waiting for the hatred to die down so the abuser can sleep – forever.

A Warm Week In November

October had three days of ice
with howling winds of cold
Winterize your home tight
for winter is coming bold
Get ready for soups and stews
and every type of piping hot brews
To warm the soul and ward off ills
blankets and long johns to fight the chills
Stock the pantry and fill the freezer
the furnace glow such a pleaser
Be ready to get snowed in
we are ready for winter to begin
November arrives with skies of blue
temperatures warm enough to melt igloos
A warm week in November became two
hardly a sniffle and not a sign of flu
The month went into week three
temps of sixty and over eighty
Glorious days with cool nights
my low energy bills a beautiful sight
But December is coming with a northern wind
time to winterize all over again
Goodbye to November roses and mowing the lawn
time for those things for a season to be gone

Paranoia Peaks

~ Paranoia Peaks ~

 a sniffle, a cough
 is a fever coming on
 for the thermometer i run

 whew... no temperature
 but my stomach's queasy
 makes my whole day uneasy

 at the store earlier
 did enough distance i keep ~
 through masks COVID seeps

The Grand Canyon

I headed up the greatest economy on earth (sob)
   And now it's all gone south (sniffle)
But no need to feel sorry for me (tweet, tweet)
   I can still stick my foot in my big fat mouth

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