Wheezy Poems

Sneezy wheezy

As my nose twitched,
before the coming sneeze,
time froze, anticipation heightened,
awaiting its inevitable release.

I surfed the bardo,
my thoughtless attention animated,
wherein fulcrum of tremors,
could not be located.

The tumbler did fall,
when I least expected;
I covered my face,
that others be protected.

As for the act,
expelling saliva and air,
it’s a learnt art,
I perform with flair.

Boat Similes

Abacus yacht boats pleasy
Banana boats are queazy
Catamaran boats squeezy
Dinghy boats all out easy
Eagle Craft boats too cheesy
Fishing boats yet so breezy
Game boats crazy uneasy
Houseboats creepy sneezy
Inflatable boats fizzy
Jet boats so smokeeasy
Kayak boats much so creasy
Lifeboats namely are busy
Motor boats mainly teasy
Narrowboats are but woozy
Origami boats leasy
Pontoon boats namely weasy
Q-Ship boats likewise greasy
Rider boats rather wheezy
Sedan bridge boats are flimsy
Trawler boats just as queasy
U-boats notably dizzy
Vessel boats sure are squeasy
Wakeboard boats easy-peasy
Xebec boats rather frenzy
Yacht boats are indeed sleazy
Zille fish boats funny fuzzy

Khushboo of My Life

A sense of euphoria grips me from head to toe.
When i think about the memories we share,
from those fun times to the most vulnerable moments.
My hands feel numb
eyes feel saggy
legs feel tired
the heart palpitates.
the breathe feels wheezy.
I just want to unravel the fabric stitched into highways
and tear away distance between us.
In  my dreams you came and said
"Dilan i love you," but it's ephemeral.
With hard feelings i have to say, i never met you
but your presence surrounded me every moment that passed.
A puffed up ego is what i had until you came in my life and those frowns turned into smiles.
You being the typical biology student once said" It requires 64 muscles to frown but only 18 to smile, so why put yourself in so much trouble and hardwork."
I laughed at those words every time i read our chats.
The vibes we had were so pure, that you always made me feel secure.
The day will come soon,
when we will be together.
A fresh revelation of passion
a long hug and no distance to bother,
just you and me forever.
My love for you will never subside,
thank you,
 for being  the khushboo of my life.

Bartending Is Not Easy

Hope-losing Miss Lizzy,
Already looking dizzy,
Now knows it isn’t easy:
Bartending for The Like-Ant-Busy:
Customers quick to be queasy
Over served glasses visibly greasy.

Teeth-gnashing, baring Lizzy
Coldly painted “Damned Lazy”
Continues to wish at were easy
A fence between serviette and The Creasy
Tables distancing from The Sleazy…

Can’t a smoky bar turn breezy?
The upset enquiry of Upset Lizzy
Whose bar -woman’s breath has turned wheezy.

Uncertainly Placed

This land is played out on a plain bible.
Nightlights smear a frigid fog, the fumes of idling cars.

A flat-lined wind plies its wheezy bellows through burrowing bones,
smothers the distance, douses the glint of rural glimmers.

Knuckled chills know how to fang a wrist,
nip tender tongues, freeze the rivers run.

Here in the burbs the lights of bistros cannot withstand
their own desolate backyards. A scree heap of black curb
is not crossed by the lightly shod but must be booted-in and leveled.

At such times, winter lends a shivering hand
at its own burial. We become priests all frocked in fleece,
heads bowed or we howl a tune to a faceless moon.

Good or gone to the bad, we are there, in Ohio, anywhere.

Migos Bad and Buojee Remix

Usually no one f^cks with me when I'm with Susan
Im used to cuttting these dudes up into two pieces
Im into making major movies
everyhting bout Toni screams of blue cheese
baby beaware of new breezy 
even if you thinlk i'm still in hot pursuit wheezy
\yfk for your information they just arrested me for a blue warrant
my mom threw me a life preserver for 2 weeks
when she was out watching and seeeing movies
i was dining with jesssicas new B
Life sure have beeen difficult for two things
First my body hurts from cut scenes from due date
second im come back from where scarlet johansens ass was a new thing

Incomplete Song

Remember the walk we had at a dawn? 
You mocked the fog and sang me a song

I cursed the cascade for being so rackety 
You cursed the wind for being so wheezy

Arms in arms, walking and dancing 
The sun too rose giggling 

We passed through a garden, some buds, and birds
We passed some playing kids, nurses and mosques

The steepest mountain we climbed and laughed 
The deepest dive we dived, and survived 

Whale, sea horse, and shark stood shocked
As with lively skills, we had them tricked 

Now the sun is sitting, the moon is waning
Our song is still not finished, and it has started snowing 
          
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30th Oct, 2020 (11:30 pm) 
Note: this one is about love, and our short lifespan. Offcourse, it is easy to pass through different stages of life when you have a lovely companion, but no matter how much time you get, it will never ever be enough. Death never stops chasing us, even if the companions stay loyal forever ). (I am hell sleepy right now, but wanted to write this one lol.)

For a Vacuum Cleaner

You make my life so easy
sucking up the dirt and fluff,
hair that makes me quite queasy 
and all sorts of unmentionable stuff.
You never get tired or wheezy
and help when things get rough.
Or when I feel rather uneasy,
you show you’re always tough enough.

Theme 2
48 words

Uncertain Times

At uncertain times black ice sheers the wind,
The nights snorts a frigid fog
into the fumes of idling cars.

Ohio, once was a light in a hissing bowl.
Land was laid out like a plain bible,
it offered salted potatoes
to the frozen and freezing,
it played a wheezy bellows into rural glimmers.

This night knows how to fang a wrist.
Grit nips our tender tongues.
The lights of bistros cannot withstand
their desolate backyards.
A scree of black curb
can be crossed, but not by the lightly shod.

At such times, Autumn lends
a shivering hand at its own burial.
After the sermon, small ice sculptures
of raw priests, congeal into humps and heaps.
A sweeping wind pushes rotting leaves
into vacant lots.

Gentle Breezy Wheezy Day

kites are not flying
but leaves are swirling in a magic way
gentle breezy wheezy day

mothers are cooking
hot tasty chili for supper tonight
gentle breezy wheezy day

I did not wear coat
this temperature drop was a big surprise
gentle breezy wheezy day

smarter tomorrow
snow if we are incredibly lucky
gentle breezy wheezy day

Winter Widow Wordplay

whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness



Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Originally posted on October 23, 2018

Subtle Airs

whispering of winds
sibilant, susurrations
inspiring insights

braggart's boring boasts
haughty, howlingly hollow
a wisp and a whiff

tintinnabulum
continuously caressed
potent priapic

wet and wheezy whine
old nick now is not so nice
whispering wraiths wait

Riding Bucking Broncos

Always thought I was in pretty good shape
For a dude of seventy-nine
Until I met up with the basement stairs
Challenged them 9 or 10 times

They won the battle, oh they surely did win
Lifting stuff was damn well easy
But lifting this bod up and down the stairs
Made me a whole lot wheezy

At seventy-nine, guess I still can be proud
That I'm still quite able to bring it
In my younger years, thought I'd be all alone
Drooling and loosing it bit by bit

It just goes to show you if you've lived a good life
And you're healthy, no need to stop
Wake up with a dirty big grin on your kisser
Riding bucking broncos till you drop


© Jack Ellison 2015

Thanks For the Words, Md

It’s six dimensions, seventeen senses
The body of my text posess extra caring for death sentences
Set your alarm, cause’ it’s to late for you to adjust 
The streets are too loud for crying, for help or for dazzling lust
It’s to dangerous to speak, to feel, to dream
A five minute doom from a hell’s judge and you’re no longer free
You wanna know how to stay alive?
Well, you better learn how to combine
It’s pure mathematics, not that simple, but sometimes too much easy
After all, this equation it’s already wheezy 
I can assure you that no man’s poison you’ll keep you from decipher 
Otherwise, pray to not get killed in the web driver viper

The Tunbridge World's Fair

I went to the Tunbridge World’s Fair
Walked among the salt of the earth while there
So proud of the work they had done
And of the ribbons they won
The pigs and the piglets were squealing; the Morgan’s they were appealing
The cows they appeared to not care
The roosters were strutting; the sheep’s wool they were cutting
A child costumed like her goat what a pair
I work in a room with no window
Fresh is not what I would call the air
The building is old; probably full of black mold
And the stress sometimes more than I can bare
I guess I envy the farmer
Watching their crops and livestock grow
Milking the cows; feeding the sows
And all of the other seeds that they sow
A farmer’s life I know is not easy
The end for the livestock makes me quite queasy
On my grandmother’s farm; the butcher’s presence would cause such alarm
Her breathing would get very wheezy
Still I would like more time in fresh air
For animals and crops I could care
Since it can’t be; it’s not meant for me
I can feel a part once a year at the fair

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