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Summer Breeze Hiku 33

                      Summer Breeze Hiku 33


 a   s -t -r -o -n -g   summer breeze

               warm air  w ~h i ~s ~t ~l ~e ~s  through the trees~
 
                                                 nature`s  s p r i g h t l y  sigh.

Whistles and Bells

  Appliances today
    replete with whistles and bells

  The only problem is ~
    they don’t work so well

Bells and Whistles

bells

                  loud, silvery 

   announcing, resounding, warning

chime, tintinnabulation, referee, shriek

      piercing, summoning, whirring

                    shrill, tiny

                     whistles



Date created: 07/03/2022

Bells and Whistles

Jingle jangle went her wrists,
jangle jingle rang the rings that swung from bell-roped ears.
Unless she shook like a tambourine, she could hardly be seen.

When in motion Bodhrán drums and pursed wind-blown pipes
marched upright, legs as stiff as Irish dancers.

Maybe fairies danced in her eyes, or maybe drunken dodgem cars?
Something was turning and bumping,
something was walking and talking, jangling, and jingling
upon a nervy trampoline of being.

Though fascinatingly thrumming with the sonics
of a madcap Calle band she failed to transmit, nor fit,

as if she had shaken free of the crowd to be this
jiggling skeleton key seeking any keyhole of attention.

Holiday Whistles

in recliner on sandy beach he went to sleep,
his faithful wife, sat by his side, began to weep,
all that money wasted on such a lazy cause,
his snoring whistles like sea waves play without pause!

3rd placement
Written 30/08/21
Milton L Hankins sponsored
Light Verse(2) contest
12 syllables each line
AaBb rhyme

Windy Wilbur Wears Whistles

Windy Wilbur wears white wet wooden whistles
weaving without wonderment within woods wisdom 
where wily weather whips Windy Wilbur's whimsy
we wait wondering whether Windy Wilbur's whistle works.

Bells and Whistles

We mostly stick with basics
When we make a major buy,
So recommended bells and whistles
Seem to pass us by.

Yet today we took possession
Of our brand-new Subaru
And to get new safety features,
We were forced to upgrade, too.

For the first time, we’ve a moon roof
We can open for some air,
Which I think I will enjoy, although
I didn’t think I’d care.

We have fog lights and a camera
To provide a view behind
And both seat and wiper warmers, 
Which in winter I won’t mind.

There are sensors that start beeping
If you drift from here to there
And the visors have extenders
To reduce the threat of glare.

So I wonder if to basics
This will make me bid farewells
For I think I can get used to
All these whistles and these bells!

Under Silver Lining Wolf Whistles

Dance of the wolf licking wounds touch 
looking into her cold lunar face 
chanting spirits under a full beam
Pearl fangs showing canine howls outwards 
defending rights held for a taste of 
Natures promise crowned brave soul beating 
underneath a circle of white snow 
bouncing echoes take away the air
inside a lonely space howling back  

Hope your clouds upon a breath escape 
softly one dove lands cushioned gently 
catcher within this breathless moment 
feathers fly singing to a flower 
to warm the bones of darkness away 
Night eyes strongly binding steel cuts grey 
Forged under the smoke signals burn
warm driven deep breaths exhale outward
Chanting in the land of the brave ghosts 

Escaping from out of forever 
circling shape shifting winds expose dust 
shadows moving voices encircling 
mother earth you gather your harvest 
strange murmurs from your heart born free love 
Distant memories lovingly prowl 
under the sky unveils what one fears 
destroying everything beautiful 
in the end we all weep inside hell

Before the Tea Kettle Whistles

Early morning sunlight dances
Upon Rebeckia
That bright gold flower of summer's 
End, jealous Cassiopeia

The flower boxes receive small
amount of rays
Sunlight draws out blossoms white
On the Begonia today

There is a peaceful feeling here
A touch of quiet settles
The crickets enjoy their time
Before morning's kettle  

Monday morning August 15, 2016

Bullet Hole Whistles

Winter wind whistles
Bullet holes in window
Flute sings harmony

Whistles N' Bells

Wasting time, smoking cigarettes. Cigarettes
All is fine, she's got no regrets. No regrets
Everyone seems to be mad
Dressed to the nines, heart shaped lips, no-one to kiss
Whistles n bells, n' no more than this, more than this
Emptiness sells, blinking lights

Listen, I'm a natural, feel like an animal in a zoo
Next to impossible, almost too beautiful to be true
'til it happens to you

Lately, I've been eating brown leaves, morning star
He's all I need, watching over me, over me
Everyone seems to be mad
Wishin' I knew what the matter was, matter was
You cannot tell what knowing does, knowing does
Whistles n' bells, blinking lights

Maybe I'm an accident, passersby are standing around
One forgotten elephant the circus has long left town
And I'm still around

Listen to the fork-tongued or the sweet song mockingbird
All you want is your fun, come the dawn y'seem so absurd
Hey, have you not heard?

Everyone seems to be mad
Whistles n' bells, blinking lights. Blinking lights

Train Whistles

train
                                                     whistles
                                                starts running
                                            through the track of
                                                         rail

Return Whistles

Return...

What return to ways so just..

Know your ways eating nuts.

Want my meats  and want your rice.'

Evil creams are nothing ice.


Laws can kept the tyrants bills.

All ab IRATO ill.

Wrong decision come as dirt.

Try my bribe as taking gift..


Keep the forms as turning wheels.

Turn you down are needy worlds.

Shake my ways may gods that well.
.
Shoulder wheel is judo says.

Just return to mates may stay.


Shoulder  boards are coming soon.

Insult are not to take with wounds.

What returns feed and trim.

Chang our ways are words as rains.

3 Am Whistles

AM Whistles
A Poem by Debbie_Philly 

3 AM WHISTLES 
 
The whistle blows in the distance
Clear rhythmic motions of the night
Sleepy, groggy ready for rest yet
My brain races

Listening to the ever present clatter of the
Train in intervals calm my mind
Laying here with mild and comforting
Breezes enveloping me

It is the sound of the 3 am locomotive
That lull’s me into a restless dream state
Adventures await my dreams tonight
Filled with nocturnal surprises

Spring nights in the city can sometimes
Be still bringing the sense of nostalgia
To mind flooding me with memories
Of childhood and peace at least in
This uneasy nomadic night
 
By : Debbie Kelly
5/8/2013

Grandpa Whistles

autumn winds echo
through bare trees in darkness --
Grandpa whistles


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
fifth place in Charles Henderson's Strictly a Stickler for Strictness
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