"tigs" poems - Hello Poetry

I couldn't know you'd need me then! Just a human with all frailty and much fault.... Do you think the wind blows differently When it passes over leaves and trees? That it says: "Wait, lemme stop here a bit And blow on this one leaf in a special way" Hardly! Time to get with the manure beneath And see that sunrays shine on everything And indiscriminate clouds shimmer on all, How haphazard, the way the wind blows. So, don't hang your head and moan so much Time dawns for you to get over yourself Don't you see that I'm still here? Now quit getting your knickers in a knot! You rant and rave while I pant and slave Dissect my every move, make me aloof How can you possibly go counting And re-arranging all the marbles in my head? You're so insecure, you make me mad So exhaustive are your constant jibes So tiring to soothe your unfounded fears I'm having to placate you so often of late. Before it all gets blown out of size Sit a while in (h)arboured thought Confront the dreads which cause disquiet A trove may wash up....but broken, on your shore. The wind comes not with tardy tidings For it isn't the what you say or do But forsooth, the how which carries weight Let's not over-whip each other so. My thoughts may be wanton, wild or reckless Telling tigs bend on a riotous grind Yet feckless deeds don't follow suit Pardon my slightly-misbehaving mind. Patient and respectful, I remain to be Just guard against esurient whims Paucity of faith and clockwork trivial'ties Will lead us down a road of trials. Fallen martyrs should not feign, see The wind makes no pretense. It just blows.... Now, I really couldn't know you'd need me then 'Cause, baby, that's the way the wind blows! S T, 5 April 13

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Apr 5, 2013

Apr 5, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC

st64

The way the wind blows

I couldn't know you'd need me then! Just a human with all frailty and much fault.... Do you think the wind blows differently When it passes over leaves and trees? That it says: "Wait, lemme stop here a bit And blow on this one leaf in a special way" Hardly! Time to get with the manure beneath And see that sunrays shine on everything And indiscriminate clouds shimmer on all, How haphazard, the way the wind blows. So, don't hang your head and moan so much Time dawns for you to get over yourself Don't you see that I'm still here? Now quit getting your knickers in a knot! You rant and rave while I pant and slave Dissect my every move, make me aloof How can you possibly go counting And re-arranging all the marbles in my head? You're so insecure, you make me mad So exhaustive are your constant jibes So tiring to soothe your unfounded fears I'm having to placate you so often of late. Before it all gets blown out of size Sit a while in (h)arboured thought Confront the dreads which cause disquiet A trove may wash up....but broken, on your shore. The wind comes not with tardy tidings For it isn't the what you say or do But forsooth, the how which carries weight Let's not over-whip each other so. My thoughts may be wanton, wild or reckless Telling tigs bend on a riotous grind Yet feckless deeds don't follow suit Pardon my slightly-misbehaving mind. Patient and respectful, I remain to be Just guard against esurient whims Paucity of faith and clockwork trivial'ties Will lead us down a road of trials. Fallen martyrs should not feign, see The wind makes no pretense. It just blows.... Now, I really couldn't know you'd need me then 'Cause, baby, that's the way the wind blows! S T, 5 April 13

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**Borne on waves of solar wind the void of space he navigates ostracised, sails the sky searching the night with polarised eyes. With beckoning gaze, his look forlorn watching the world float in space off-ground-tigs plays he alone for has no friends to call his own. Muddy puddles and oceans reflect mellow cheese, veined with blue marred complexion, acne faced through scudding clouds, plays peek-a-boo. As old as time, a crescent smile grinning the grin of a Cheshire cat a melon slice, a boomarang thrown into orbit, returns again. Without our friend where would we be the darkest nights through eternity no tide to pull the ocean blue no romance, for me or you. ... ... ...**

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Apr 30, 2011

Apr 30, 2011 at 12:45 AM UTC

howard-brace

... Under A Gibbous Moon ...

**Borne on waves of solar wind the void of space he navigates ostracised, sails the sky searching the night with polarised eyes. With beckoning gaze, his look forlorn watching the world float in space off-ground-tigs plays he alone for has no friends to call his own. Muddy puddles and oceans reflect mellow cheese, veined with blue marred complexion, acne faced through scudding clouds, plays peek-a-boo. As old as time, a crescent smile grinning the grin of a Cheshire cat a melon slice, a boomarang thrown into orbit, returns again. Without our friend where would we be the darkest nights through eternity no tide to pull the ocean blue no romance, for me or you. ... ... ...**

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Even as I walk past, Comerica stands grass illuminates like a lamp post on a winter night. Tigers season, baby Dad and I do our yearly tradition. The smell of the park is second to none. But not this year. Dad ain't doin so well. His knee ain't up for it. Love you, old man. Maybe, just maybe, the old Tigs will surprise us and make the playoffs and then maybe, just maybe, we can go to a game and let that tradition ride on.

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Jul 13, 2015

Jul 13, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC

mikebrogan

Green Haven in a Concrete Jungle

Even as I walk past, Comerica stands grass illuminates like a lamp post on a winter night. Tigers season, baby Dad and I do our yearly tradition. The smell of the park is second to none. But not this year. Dad ain't doin so well. His knee ain't up for it. Love you, old man. Maybe, just maybe, the old Tigs will surprise us and make the playoffs and then maybe, just maybe, we can go to a game and let that tradition ride on.

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