"blustered" poems
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While the dawn storm blows,
Baghdad is calling
Soldiers stationed at the boundaries
The houses are on blaze!
Still,
Desert wind is blowing so unkind!
While the white ghost’s laughs,
Baghdad is crying
Bombs and shells blustered in the cities
The huts are in flames!
Still,
Desert wind is blowing so unkind!
While the dusk light fades,
Baghdad is burning
Sounds of boots repeat at the villages
The Mosque is crowded!
Still,
Desert wind is blowing so unkind!
While the dark night falls.
The debris of war is floating
Date palms line alone the shore in grief
The women are being *****
Still,
Desert wind is blowing so unkind!
While the dawn wind blows,
Mother’s breast bleeds
Troupes watch in silence from top
Blood is remixed with soil !
Still,
Desert wind is blowing so unkind !
While the dusk light fades.
Pregnant Mother’s are lamenting,
Armored men near the entry ports.
Father lost, Mother ***** !
Still,
Desert wind is blowing so unkind !
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By
Williamsji Maveli
email
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www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
What does Eunice bring
on these blustered, raging winds?
Busted fences put up in haste,
a forlorn balloon cut loose,
with a smiley face harking back to those
asymmetric aceeeed days
when polarity was frowned upon:
what’s your name where you from what you done?
A man cut from rich serge
can be employed to gaslight
blackened eyes to white,
but the **** in Kent’s hedges
don’t lie
Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 6:50 AM UTC
Jagged green talons,
shoot through gold dust,
marred only by the glimmer
of the mid day solstice.
Curving misty granules
Mask temperamental land:
Tracing paper haze
Swirls of glistening sand.
Bending hills blend
Precious pallid dust
With one layer of
Whipping wind.
Your blustered footprint
Get's carried away;
Bullied by nature's
Ethereal motion.
You’ve walked for miles
Dry and lagging among
Miniature valleys of Earth's
Smoothest round stalactite.
Hear the luscious,
Climactic ocean breeze
Speak salty psalms, from
Deepest blue parchment.
The serrated cliff-face
Positioned between
The vast curvature
of the sea and dunes.
Dogtooth black vertigo
With specks of white refrain,
Which drip back down
To the tenacity of the waves
As tides rise, patience falls.
Worn away, smooth again
As a brief, conjugative
Swill of realisation
Washes out lifes impurities
Cleansing boredom into
Calm; see a metropolis
Submerge in the tide.
The landmarks and history
Are but bricks, mortar
And washed up stories
Which float away to sea.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Pale as the pumpkin seed hulls.
Salted covered with tears.
Blustered bloom enchanter.
Grinned, and abolished sins.
Accursed and haunted, those who pestered.
Engulfed in snowy splendour!
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
While sitting on a hill one day
Remembering my days of play,
I saw a curious sight
That I'll try to recall with all my might.
The day was clear and bright and shining
The horizon, fuzzy with white lace lining,
And as the clear sun shone and the wind blustered
As I lay surrounded by field mustard
I dreamt of my childhood
Filled with stories and exploring wildwood
And when my eyes opened, a gift to see!
An array of floating dreams for me.
Clouds
Puffy and nostalgic of my days running with an old paper kite
Days of longing and silly spite
Twilights of catching fireflies in the brush
Nights when the birds were hushed.
And now I saw them, floating above me
As they did for little me
And I searched among them for pictures
Intently as a priest with holy scriptures.
There’s a puppy, a rocket too,
A fly, a cat, and a shoe,
A tree, a phone, and a shell,
Two bicycles, and a bell.
And that beautiful day
Where I was a child at play
Watching those puffy, huge, inviting
white, nostalgic, so soul igniting,
Clouds
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
The sun shone... and
the icicles wept
to tell their sad story, drip by drip.
How long ago,
when they were small droplets,
they were mustered into gather clouds
by the weather chiefs,
blustered about the sky,
blown to cold North,
until at last forecasted,
when they were bullied to tears.....
enough to drench that freezing day.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:26 AM UTC
You grabbed my scarf in the silent shadows
Of that wintery night.
To bring me closer to your open soul
To bring me warmth with your soft breath
And all at once, piercing winds
And tingling fingers
Were unknown to us
Just as the rest of the world-
Vanished.
So too my longing-
Vanished.
And I found a warmth only
Once imagined, in the depths of my
Dreams.
And now I no longer fear the blustered wind
At my back
For you are there
And it is but not a dream.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Light
is everywhere,
it is everything
mirroring off rock,
demolishing
ambit
cat pawed with downdraft,
blustered by gale
the channels scud havocs
of pyrite,
The sky, huge
an impossibility
of blue, defies
description
words are formed
tried and retired
tossed
on a blather
of gust,
unlistened.
A syrup of larks tongue,
-an ash of a song-,
Is all that is heard
on the day..
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
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O’ blustered winds - of coarseness flow
Upon these lips atone
Yon murmured fields of slowly strolled
To quest as if unknown
Lest I call these visions deemed
A’ crying o’er the heart
Breadth o’ mine own eyes hath seen
Nor fancied o’ thy part
It hath been of sorrowed sleep
O’ cast of humbled dreams
That I, for one ~ hath felt the thrill
A’ wash of what it seems
For as with all ~ who’ve angels smiled
And to the long of mind
Within my heart thy taste is real
Of you that I now find
For thee, I say ~ I now must weep
Thy joy engulfs my soul
To breathe is lost from what I see
This heart o’ my control
Happiness doth shed these tears
‘Tis moisture meant to show
O’er all that I hath known this past
My heart doth love thee so
I pray that I shall not awake
Yon beauty calls my sleep
For if mine eyes should find the sun
I fear that I shan’t keep
This love angelic I hath found
So forged this slumbered dream
As is each day ~ of years to come
Your love doth come to me
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
I'm lost in a whirlwind
Flustered, blustered,
Tossed and turned
Churned.
Then I hit the ground.
I still don't know whether
I'm lost or found,
But I've weathered the storm.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
You’ve recalled what it’s like to be cold
in this blustered autumn wind
your fingers may be privileged
to flick a switch on central heating
and ignore the insistent, shivering world
while it continues to divide and burn
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
The shine is diminishing.
Love has vanished into thin air.
The distance has made them lacklustre
and the fondness totally blustered.
Hunting ways to come closer,
Folly, they were never made for each other.
It was a mere infatuation.
They decided to take to another level,
but like a sandstorm in a desert
The affinity of sand kissed off.
Each disease has a distinct medicine,
Likewise, love needs coherence to bear in.
A connection of not hearts but souls,
Not words but roads.
Love is a disease because it's cure is minimal
and the dose of prevention is superficial.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Rumbling
Rolling
Dense
Clouds
Thick
Clustered
Blustered
Pounding
Lamppost - shuddering winds
Meet explosion of sunset illumination
Too much
To take in
The air
The light
The sounds
The temperature
Bodies
Viscerally
Eternally
Alert
All alive
Living in the extra ordinary
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
Shouldered cold
bent deep in grims of collar
turns to maddened hash
of blustered sleet
the walk to wear
is work itself,
A solemn
adamantine morning, pleads
me to ignore the well of failing
human kindness,
by this hand I try
to see
predicaments of alder
whip lacuna from the
mindless face
that beauty
is but symmetry
thus ,crudely overrated
and then again
there's Winter Jasmine,
understated, famined stem
emblazoned with the gemstones
of its flower
now the winter sour, sweetens
cracks the lip a timid noise
pouring forth,
some golden ratio,
sulphur trill of banished voice
Feb 16, 2024
Feb 16, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC