Swings Poems

FLYING SWINGS

FLYING SWINGS*
Flying swings,
Built on the thrill of gravity’s gentle hand,
Lift us up, strange birds
Into the turning sky
Where joy sways with the breeze,
Childhood's dance suspended in the air. 

Hands raised high,
We chase the cloud-choked horizons
Each swing weaving stories,
Where freedom tastes like cotton candy,
A dash of courage,
In every soaring arc.

For just a while,
The earth holds its breath,
And

Batter Swings - It's a High Fly Ball

         Spring home runs are for show
        
           ~ October’s are for all the dough

The Pendulum Swings

Moments moving fast
Onward pushing past
Seconds building minutes
Minutes turning hours
Today becomes tomorrow
Gaining losing power 
Atop the mighty tower
A time has arrived again....

Park Swings

A walk to the park 
The crisp morning air
There’s frost on the ground 
A chill everywhere 

Squirrels scurry about
From here to there
They notice me not
I’m needn’t a care

Sitting alone 
…those four wooden chairs 
Waiting for me 
And calling me there 

Eight chains frozen
…hanging straight and so tight
Awaiting all burdens 
From one winter’s night 

Wooden and cold
…but just right for thee
She squeaked and groaned 
Then waited

Swing Me Home

Clouds and trees
Animals and the bees
High up in the air
Swinging so freely
I see it all 
The landscapes
The moon and stars 
Are all surrounding me

Legs dangling mid air
Breeze blowing 
Hair flowing
My hearts a singing with flair
All while I’m swinging mid air

I’m swinging high in the sky
Close to the stars
But not quite there

The smile on my face
I

Swing Empty, Swings in Breeze

An empty swing sways, lilting loneliness in the breeze,
With no children in play, no laughter's squeal to please,
Its rusty chain creaks a forlorn squeak for days gone by.
Like lonesome clouds that linger longingly in the sky.

The ropes are worn, the seat is torn, thread-bare.
The swing swings a lonely dance, with no one there.
It swings from

Mood swings

Roller coaster mood swings associated with boyfriends, fiance's or husbands on a regular basis

Rusty swings

Nights that smell of dew,
days that smell of fresh grass,
flowers that bloom to be seen for a short time, 
leaving their fragrance in the air for us to feel that unforgettable instant.
Slippery days missed somewhere in the past.
Rusty swings forgotten in my backyard that bring back my childhood memories.









Columpios Oxidados.(Spanish)
Noches que huelen a rocío,
días que

Mood Swings

Tragically, I am happy,
not much to moan about.

Contentment can get old real quick.

Mind suggests turning on the TV
to Fox News or even CNN.

Tragedy! Doom everywhere!

Now I am back,
now I am cussing under my breath,
but softly
so my wife don't hear.

Mood Swings - Collaboration with Ink Empress

There is no escape from strange morning whims, 
when irritation causes numbness in my limbs.
Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis, 
rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis,
disturbing the peace of my silent reverie, 
tormenting all that is felt as sensory. 

I despise the chirping of hungry birds, 
so intrusive as they sing in their herds.
Echoing like

THANKFUL FOR SWINGS

Today I’m thankful for swings
for those feelings of freedom and flying that it brings…

I think Duke Ellington understood 
the wonders that they bring…
when he sang…
Life don’t mean a thing…
if it ain’t got that swing 

Mood Swings

A pulsating sea prancing with it's shore
wallowed waters hollering new thoughts
buoyant memoirs seething and submerged
torrents in vortex, of haves and have nots.

wave after wave, rolling and receding 
in restless rhythm, crashing on the cliffs,
passions of turbulence  in serene harmony
churned by winds, a wilderness of riffs.

seismic aqua rumpus in perpetual roar
a wild wave behind, suddenly

The Palace Door Swings Wide Open

The palace door swings wide open with delight
In the yearly cyclic calendar, behold the sight,
A new move of the Spirit, awakening this hour,
Where whispers of hope blossom with every prayer.

From depths unseen, a springing well begins,
The waters are being stirred by angelic hosts,
Heaven dances in the streets, the story unfold,
Healing pouring forth, as a pipeline

Swing's Ooh Mighty Swings

Swing's Ooh Mighty Swing's
                          ..... The Golfing Season Brings!

Watch Our Hopes Arise,
                  

Mood Swings

noticing mood oscillation
diminishes not elation
being but rise and fall of waves
with pain and joy, heart’s flirtation

in staid stillness, ego behaves
no longer of dark desires raves
we are the witness, in bliss mode
love the sole cure, that always saves

oh hermit, carry not fear’s load
in cave of heart is God’s abode
there’s no door; we’re always welcome
His love and

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