"sleeting" poems
Waltzing into the blanket of dusk.
A pawn escaping across the checkered board,
Out and inwards to the green grassed yard.
A sleeting figure, past-and-future,
Gone the way of the fearless noble rook.
Down-acrossed squares of black and white.
Into the field of endless battle.
This game we play, has become a tournament.
White against black, two players locked;
Locked in a battle of constant wits.
Who shall win?
The noble too afraid to capture the evil queen or,
The darkness plauging the board.
Check and mate.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
It's raining, it's storming
The tools are conforming
Society will be the death of me
Please pills, don't let me wake in the morning
It's sleeting, it's snowing
Their plastic smiles are glowing
Put your make up on, dignity gone
Make sure your "made in China" tag isn't showing
Its windy, the sun is shining!
Their ignorance is blinding!
No hope for mankind, I've lost my mind
There is no silver lining
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
I find myself here again,
sleeting days; fleeting nights.
Where are you? Is it raining, snowing,
wind blowing your hair as you
look to the ground and think of me?
The pull, ever drawn upwards
towards the promise of your eyes
looking into mine once more.
Should I go there, leave this behind
so I can be home again? Reunited
with the lost touch of a broken family.
I can't come to you, nor you to me,
I don't know how I'd find you. Lost in my mind
as I roam the world, filled with empty goodbyes -
forever sorrows in my mind. I need to find my home again,
otherwise I think I might be lost with you.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
seeing
sealing
sewing
seeming
setting
seeding
seeking
seeping
selling
steeling
sleeting
slipping
slitting
slighting
soaping
soothing
spotting
speeding
sweeping
swapping
swimming
swearing
swelling
sleeping
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
Black lines drip down this canvas
Of blue tinged white like fallen snow
I know it's grown colder so this
Feeling of surprise climbs without reason
Like finding santa's presents this season
This cold feels warm somehow
My body and mind disagree
Viewing my hairs stand in memory of freezing winds, changing a tire in sleeting weather, but all I remember is laying on the floor fireside with my familiar.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
it felt good to leave the tourists behind
---with their cast-iron grated stairs
and photo-flashing-falls,
question-comments cookie-cut---
embrace the woods:
soaking wet approach,
brinks of shivers in the dripping wind,
an old, broken filter
slurping bubbles from a cardboard tired puddle;
whisperlite stove finally working,
the first cous-cous dinner warms our little white dog
dreaming on my rising falling chest
pressed by sleeping bag and snort and sigh;
we sleep our psoas sore--
unknowing we have just begun...
haven't yet begun!
yet bodied abject pain to shock our senseless raw
with scoured glimmer-vasts of love beneath
a frozen fly on Frosty Mountain
zippered hail in midnight breath,
i *** in numbness gusts--
i bite my smile ice,
whoop the sleeting world for we are here at last.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
There's no sound so beautiful
as falling icicles from branches
after a sleeting.
There will be no cracking
of branches or crying
of trees this winter's night.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
The rain keeps pouring down,
Pounding on the ground.
The rain keeps falling down,
Those big black clouds make us frown.
The rain keeps tumbling down,
It started with some drizzle.
The rain keeps scything down,
Striking like a chisel.
The rain keeps sleeting down,
Causing local flooding.
The rain keeps belting down,
Plants droop instead of budding.
The rain keeps showering down,
No time for any stanzas,
The rain keeps teeming down,
From Scotland down to Kansas.
The rain keeps arrowing down,
Whenever will it stop?
The rain keeps swirling down,
Yes, I’m hating every drop.
Paul Butters
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
Of emotion
Roar thru this day
These new gaps
in my life
Places nothing matters
ever escapes
Circle each other
Like big time wrestlers
Throwing sparks
From clever costumes
And it's hard radiation
sleeting chest high
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
It's sleeting
And all I can do is keep on thinking
Smoke used to look so lovely
Light grey and twirling
But I took a photo of me
It was spilling out of my mouth
And it looked dark as night
I picked up my pack
And on the front
Black against white
In big letters
It read DEATH
I opened it up
My fingers chilled
And shaking
And started breaking
Each cigarette
Toss them on the ground
I start to turn away
But then I glance back
I'm weak
I pick them up
And tape them
Back together
Sometimes it reaches
It's peak
And then it dips
Back down
And I come back
Around & light
Another one up
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
Beware the fleeting expressions of Man!
Allah’who Akbar is easier to shout than
an explicit examination of rights and wrongs
Honor! shouts the honorless; Shout! Sings the songs
A Fire of Men and Stones!
stoked by honor and broken bones
fleeting the expression upon the face
under the blood tears leave no trace.
Beware the sleeting excoriations of Men!
In the name of god is so easy to sing, then
the stonings and the burnings can begin.
Love! Shouts the loveless; hating the sinner, loving the sin
A Fire of Men and Stones!
Lovingly born by staring crones!
Fleeing the expression upon the face!
Gaining Pride! Losing the Race.
“Please God help me,” the sinner begs.
Shaitan smiles and stirs the dregs.
The soul of Man spits down like stones
thrown without mercy at mercy overthrown.
A Fire of Men and Stones!
The flames a’crackle; the ground, she groans.
Fleeting, the expression, ‘Please save me!’
Shaitan names the mob; mommy.
Men and Stones afire!
Souls burn bright upon the funeral pyre!
But not as bright as truth overthrown
Virgins tremble! Whores groan!
“Please God! Are you there?”
Nothing answers, not even the air
that rises high in a silent sneer
from the pyre that draws all so near.
Pray not for men; they will not hear or atone
for they are the fire of Men and Stone.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
there was a boy
about 16
he found the love of his life
or so he had thought
there was a boy
about 20
she left him to die
on a sleeting february night
walking the barberton street
a year later
there was another boy
in the same body
21
who made two decisions
to love
and to serve
there was a girl
age 18
who met the boy
far away from her
she was him
they talked
they played
but he had to leave for a little bit
a little bit turned to a long bit
he saw her struggle
he kept trying
it didnt work
he kept waiting
he kept waiting
he kept waiting
he kept waiting
she appeared
he made his move
she took him back!
she made her choice
he'd made his
____________________________
there might be more
than a mile or two
from here to there
but really
its only the distance from his camera
that keeps him in focus,
right?
_______________________________
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
this water is a sleeting ice falling hard,
needle pricking upon my earth.
the sting and bite hits the frozen soil, drills it.
did you think warm spring showers were all there would be?
winter offers her own song.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 1:47 PM UTC
Wet snow falls faster than the
dry, fluffy flakes associated with a White christmas.
People say when it is slushing or sleeting or otherwise drizzling almost-flakes,
the weather cannot make up its mind.
I think the opposite;
each heavy flake falls with great purpose,
reaching quickly toward the ground,
trying its very best to be snow,
real snow,
that will stick and not wash away on contact with the
earth, warmed from within.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
Beware the fleeting expressions of Man!
Allah’who Akbar is easier to shout than
an explicit examination of rights and wrongs
Honor! shouts the honorless; Shout! Sings the songs
A Fire of Men and Stones!
stoked by honor and broken bones
fleeting the expression upon the face
under the blood, tears leave no trace.
Beware the sleeting excoriations of Men!
In the name of god is so easy to sing, then
the stonings and the burnings can begin.
Love! Shouts the loveless; hating the sinner, loving the sin
A Fire of Men and Stones!
Lovingly born by staring crones!
Fleeing the expression upon the face!
Gaining Pride! Losing the Race.
“Please God help me,” the sinner begs.
Shaitan smiles and stirs the dregs.
The soul of Man spits down like stones
thrown without mercy at mercy overthrown.
A Fire of Men and Stones!
The flames a’crackle; the ground, she groans.
Fleeting, the expression, ‘Please save me!’
Shaitan names the mob; mommy.
Men and Stones afire!
Souls burn bright upon the funeral pyre!
But not as bright as truth overthrown
Virgins tremble! Whores groan!
“Please God! Are you there?”
Nothing answers, not even the air
that rises high in a silent sneer
from the pyre that draws all so near.
Pray not for men; they will not hear or atone
for they are the fire of Men and Stone.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Cri Per sooth a lbay Goyle
way hem- raging letter
(p)Frozen shell, thaw sleeting
Pulsing necks harelm glow-in
after math of the shadowy fight
her's filling glaint, gladly save
entice weary charter banner
pilling sooth sabre
Immerseyourself, freeself lead soul
not that of a barron but soon
something/ ethers awept & taken
back from ground
back from reprose
back from amist
Groomed tooken & Vol = best
my friends & love
i am awept
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
sweepin sleeting driving bleating
no end, no sight, no depth, no hearing
open close, stay or go
press on away, press on slow
fight or flight, jump or skip
finish light, finish quick
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
Careful dance
Under the rain
Only for once
Hiding the pain
Shoes on the damp
Innocent road
Glowing street lamps
It's sleeting and cold
Dust settled down
They've survived
Lucky to 've found
Each other's lives
Starting anew
Hoping for more –
They are the few
Who made it through war
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC