Windup Poems | Examples

Toys

I came upon a windup toy.
He danced a jig to bring me joy
because I was feeling low.
My name is Pinocchio. 
I'm no ordinary boy.

I told him I was made of wood,
He said that he understood.
The pleasure he could bring 
radiated from a spring.
Soon, I was feeling good.

The sadness that his jig belies,
which I detected in his eyes,
was eased as friendship brings
a boy with puppet strings
in a plaything's disguise.

Seijaku

As the sun goes west of my school building
day's tiring trying work starts to windup
ears tremble mildly to hear school bell ring
Joy quickens to brush away lesser thing

My own loving heart herds me back to home
With spring in steps I tenderly pick up
flowers, fruits, bread, milk, vegetables and rice
on way thoughts are refreshingly nice

After the crossing I take the right turn
my footsteps are heard to the only one
rushes to greet me, running recklessly
I just kneel to receive my dog Duffy

He tripples like horse when he has made a mess
welcomed me to house strewn with paper bits,
plants separated from root, mud and pots
I transcend the limits of silent thoughts

I put bag, box down. I clear the chaos,
In time everything is in order, with
selfless, humble love Duffy squats Zazen
Life begins anew, world brightens again

It is conscious love that brings peace and bliss
only Mindful thoughts brings placidity
to care and be cared truly is blessing
Only Love and trust keeps one's world spinning

These Hallowed Fields

The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The smell of the earth,
In these hallowed fields.

The taste of the hotdog,
The sun in my face,
The warm gentle breeze,
In these hallowed fields.

The windup of the pitcher,
The call of the ump,
The anger of the batter,
In these hallowed fields. 

The cheer of good friends,
The closeness of family,
The kiss of my spouse,
In these hallowed fields.

stars

Take a knife to the strings that attach me
Pull out the bridge pins, strum me with drachmae
Maybe then I'd have some worth for you to allocate
Maybe your role in the end was the devil's advocate
A Satanist, not the blatantest
Flown under my radar, the blurb of my memoir

Where will you be when I windup a wreck
Wasting away, misstepping, forgetting, hanging from the cromlech
Wailing of sirens and the echo of 5150
Following the path painted by the whiskey
Always have been a pretty little liar
Introduction to an overanalyzer

Since when did you become so starry-eyed?
Mix my chemical bonds, manipulate me with aldehyde
The stars in your eyes, perhaps sourced from the countryside?
Deactivate my neuronal tracts, just a drop of cyanide
I never thought I'd be one to commit fratricide
Only something you could manage to make glorified

West Wind 2

WEST WIND 2

Be willingly wise with worthy ways as us Westerners
cos winter wind of woes wanders about
like a wandering Wolf windsurfing in wildlife.
Winter windup waves of weird wonder

wondrous enough to bring back Wayne Wonder
and wheeled at will the whole world with wows
which pose pridely like a waddy,
a wacko walking within waves of woes;

Whatsoever west wind wagged we wandered
as we become wanners, wearing wan expression,
warmly staring like a Wagga Wagga wading-bird.
Welcome was the words of windy west

as winsome breeze wapped my window and
wafted her sensuous witty wet perfume,
into my wide Afro-Western nostrils
waving wheats and weeds at will,
twas a whopping war wafture waxing souls warmly.
Why would wingless wild west wind worries
yet still, wags us with it's wondrous waves,
withdraws our eardrums with her windy drums

and whithered the plantation of peace
from the furrow of the fainthearted?

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Alliteration/Chandler Sonnet
Copyright© April 2021.

Blue Jays Vs Cardinals

bottom of the ninth
two on, two out, two strikes
the windup, the pitch..........


John G. Lawless
1/18/2020

What Do They Think About You

What do they think about you…….
Hey! Man
Let's take a short gap,
To your beautiful nap.
Stop dreaming, like a kid  
And think about you,
Have a look at you.

Think about the things 
which Tweak your brain, 
Which is a deprived strain.
What do u think about you,
Will you be reborn after death.

Raised from the ash,
Like a phoenix…..
But people think that,
You are a zombie…..
So let's windup the dreams.

Sesame Balanja

Over a bridge
and past a bright green meadow
appeared a little squidge
an angry monstrous short little fellow

"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"

He jumped and he whelped
screaming such strange things
he motioned, and he dotioned, and he complepleded
"Let us go and sing of kings and rings...

Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"

So I went where he motioned
under the bridge and into his cavy fridge
where he said he makes his devotions
and as I tripped on a wire, he smiled a smidge

"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"

Soon I realized I could not get up
over me had fallen a net
and there before me- bones in a pileup
I knew this the end, my gullibility my regret

A quiet nearing voice behind began to windup...

"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"

Contest: Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Caren Krutsinger
Poem Name: Sesame Balanja
Date: March 7, 2020

Night Eyes

In the darkest night
Glowing rounds creep across fields;
Creature called Night Eyes.

Mother Moon singing;
Ethereal notes riding 
Silent silky breeze.

Colored tapestry;
Brightly painted planets dance
In black lacquered sky.

Flickering bright lights
Air dancing across the grass;
Fireflies in the night.

Weaving fingers play
Among windup dragonflies;
Cattails by a pond.

Dragonfly

 Dragonfly, shiny
Windup toy, in flight, you dance
Among the cattails.

The Grandma Ramp

THE GRANDMA RAMP

My daughter handed him to me and ran out the door without instructions.
It’s been thirty years since I’ve been this close to a cat-like scream.

The bottles hang down like bats, perky nipples and necks require help.
I play hide n seek with milk, finding pops of boobie juice in deep freeze.
Maternal mind replays ‘do not microwave’ so i run the plastic under water.

The little angel, heaven-sent, gives me no break, not today.
I release the sweetheart to the windup mobile of stars.

Finally, the soother is ready to rock n roll. I gather the infant in my arms.
The sucking sound so familiar. He downs this succulent sustenance
and falls asleep. Unnecessarily I hear a car rolling up the grandma ramp.

11/19/2018

Suicide and Scars

Looking high up in the sky 
I stand still in my balcony 
Thinking and about to cry 
Filthy thoughts are all that fathom me 

I am getting high with the air 
Thinking of the darkness 
And giving the stars a blank stare 
Shouting out my mess 

And oh! I feel lucky railings are covered 
I would have slipped 
Bleeding yet undiscovered 
And firmly gripped 

My darkness would hold me 
I knew for sure 
Coz what lies inside me 
Doesn't have a cure 

And oh I could finally sleep 
Without the worry of waking up 
Maybe some would weep 
Thinking its my windup 

I wish I come back someday 
When you stand in your balcony 
You think of me as you may 
And maybe then you'd be able to see

A world I have left behind 
My footsteps above the stars 
And deep inside your mind 
You'd know the meaning of my scars 
You'd know the meaning of my scars

Mens Mentality

(feelings)

They say Beauty is skin deep. They lied.
Then why are they the first to whine.
They say they like girl's with small boobs.they lied.
Then why do they busy checking out the girl with a push up bra.
They say they like skinny girls.they lied.  
they windup looking like a toothpick next to a fat girl.
they say they like girls that is not wild and crazy.
When all they could of done is go to the girl they really wanted, 
for not every female are desperate.
They say they not looking at that other girl butt.they lied.
They do not have enough hand to hold the one they already have.
I can make this page longer .but I have no feelings any longer
All I can say is they lied. and fcku for my time i wasted on you.

Mind In the Box

Something's hiding under your bed

Inside your closet hides way your dread 

Hidden messages stuck inside your head

Something ticking away your windup heart

Feelings mixed, bitter and tart

Everything sweet has rotten away

Nothing keeping you up all day

Feel your emotions take control 

Someday soon release the troll

He hinds underneath your bed at night

Giving sweet dreams the taste of fright

Making your life an autopilot flight

If you open up the crate you indeed inside your closet

Perhaps someday you could forget

Open up and share the earth 

Try to chance off the fearful curse

It's called life, there's just open escape 

So find the key and free the monsters from the crate

Six Feet Above

Today the earth is pleasant 
Last night, I slept with the half-moon 
Looking down to a wary peasant 
Working so to grab a spoon 

Today the earth is spherical 
Tomorrow, I'd be buried six feet above 
It's a nasty place, but not cynical 
We always pray to the one above 

Forever, the earth is generous
To contain the living amongst the dead 
Killing for a plot is dangerous 
We only get six feet, when we windup dead.

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