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Summer Breeze Hiku 33

                      Summer Breeze Hiku 33


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

               warm air 

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

                  

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

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

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 

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

Train Whistles

train
                                                     whistles
 

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

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

Cheers and Whistles

I awaken to a lark’s song
 In early morning’s misty light
 Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
 In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
 Turned yellow gold
 Surround her so pretty,
 Her song to me. Yes, I know 
the lark sings to me 

Its cheery new day song,
 As if there were no tomorrow

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