Don’t count every hour in the day,
make every hour in the day count.
How heavy and quick are indifferent hours,
Their tread crushes the most tender of dreams,
And though time knows not its pressing power,
It tramples the heart, yet hears not the screams.
A dancer, sculptor or siren with song
beholds the cold clock and its silent charge,
Each stage, chisel and note aches to belong
to minutes that mince, steps buoyant though large.
These tasks of days grate and night pounds abuse,
But the artist learns to dodge, buck and roll,
How clever is craft! How wily the muse,
For we, the moved, do not cower or loll.
The sun bears down and a blue moon marches,
~ Beneath their weight, my poetry arches ~
*Written Feb 12, 2012 For Paula Swanson's "Trample" Contest
Here in the final pages of her life
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines
Reflecting on the chapters left behind
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite
Where shadows battle with a blinding light
Conflicting egos fighting on through time
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme
They battle for the end that she must write
Two equal pens held tightly in her hand
Tears mingle with the ink spots on the page
One pen telling truth one pen telling lies
Her bleeding words like footprints in the sand
On lines between a novice and a sage
One pen she puts to death before she dies
Author: Elaine George
Written: April 20th, 2014
For Miltonic Sonnet Contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Awarded: First Place
A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer
Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!
I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this time her cooking didn't flop!
And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.
I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.
A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer
Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.
I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .
Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!
And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.
A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer
I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.
I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den. Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.
I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!
Bless Mom and Dad. The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!
For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"
Into smooth bright water, a stone is tossed
by one small boy whose day is nearly gone.
The stone, beneath small ripples, now is lost
while on those ripples drifts a lovely swan.
The fisher boy can see the bird’s white wings
have caught a glint of sunlight from the sky,
and in the breeze they gleam while rippling.
Beneath the swan, a fish is passing by.
undulating silver in reflected sun.
The boy’s sweet laughter ripples, for the fish
is caught just as the afternoon is done,
fulfilling his most current fervent wish.
One stone’s throw, then the fish was on his line!
Bright rewards appear in a ripple in time.
Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.
Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.
In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.
Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.
My Captain! Oh, my Captain! Captain, mine!
The sea, that wretched tempest rolled you deep!
She kept you from me squandering the time!
How long before you're free this vixen's keep?
Each day, in vain, I walk the roof top watch,
While searching the horizon for your sail.
At night, by lantern light, I touch each notch,
Where last you carved our names within the rail.
By candle light I read your letter sent,
About the journey's quest and your return.
How travasties and sickness unrelent...
But, still, your love eternal for me burns.
Tonight, upon the widow's walk I stand...
The moon reveals your footprints, in the sand.
~by deborah burch©
For "Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteer's" contest
Turbulent broods embroil a dark cave
That lingers on fire that rages in you
To capture and kiss the orange you enslave
Through turbulent flames a heart bleeds true
Kiss scarlet lips slick and moistened with dew
Tension pulses these cracked cement walls
A chasm engulfs….a black sea in brew
Through blistered rain vociferation calls
Desperate hands reach to capture the sky
Where words on wings send prayers at night
Riding black stallions (bareback)…they fly
Through briars and rocks….tempestuous flight
Fierce burning love that so mournfully cries
Transcribing a hope for these tearstained eyes
This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would I say? What would I think
knowing I was about to die? Shortly after I composed this sonnet.
Weep no tears for me at this time and place.
A thousand eyes change not my destiny.
All living things must die eventually
Except my love for you, which I embrace.
Feel not sad for me looking at my face
Although it's old and wrinkled you can see
A budding rose should age so gracefully.
My time grows near my love; in any case
Your life goes on nevertheless my love.
So wipe those eyes dry of life's mournful dew
And think not this time undeserving of.
Life had been kind, more so, finding you.
A lifelong companion envied above
By angels and cherubs alike. Adieu!
Go cast your stones if you will, and tell me
Your innocence is more just than her cause
Or read me in sand, flee her victory
Where you link the chain of demonic laws
For she a slave of your intent consent none
To this, but hostage of your will and greed
Whipped by necessity to a blind sun
She paid your pound of flesh, and virtues bleed
For better judgment where I intercede
Her sovereign love my sure kingdom's seed.
She rose seven times, for just here she fell
Her hair to wipe my grief, my pain urging hell
Upon her hectic heart, her tears my balm:
Her love mauled, frames the cross fore me in calm
You are my Mary, ever so I deem
My ardent alabaster memory
The brimming balm of my bright healing stream
The paradox of love and history
Let no paltry scholar your virtue stain
Nor prelate assault your virtue's domain
For love cancels a thousand faults more
Than sins that litter mercy's teeming shore
I will cover you when raw winds blow cold
I'll be your shade from the blaze of noon
And love you best of earth's sweet jealous fold
You are my sovereign of stars or moon
O Mary, don't you weep, don't you cry, behold
My heart, I lay me down your street of gold.
No woman so deserves my heart like you
No sinner more my love makes once more new
No blemish, spot, or taint of wrong in you
No love for me more constant and more true
O Magdala, Magdala, no wise men
Gift as sweet, or to their purpose remain
As your sweet honor, vilified and rend
Did ever assuage the loom of my pain.
I love you till there shall be no more sea
I love you till mountains are fled and gone
I love you till time turns to eternity
I love you through the everlasting dawn
O Mary, let me wipe away all tears
From your eyes, give me the cross of your cares.
One day before we build another house
Or plant a vineyard new, to the garden
Come, here with me, and be my ransomed spouse
And jasmines plant in love's sweet heaven
And hibiscus for the honey I'll drink
Like a hummingbird at your sacred tongue
One day love, ere the stars forever sink
And angels ascend the breathless rung
We will smell the jasmines blooming, and kiss
Upon the scented air, we will embrace
Our drowsed dreams within the wakening mist
And laugh like children in love's fragrant place
One day love, the time of separation
Will past, then Mary, our celebration!
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?
Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,
you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.
And I am more than blessed for loving you
forever and all time, as I shall do.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
Warn path through time
Covered with nettles and thyme
Sprinkled with relics sublime
Sated with memories from my prime
Bridges crossed, harbored mined
Valleys forged, mountains climbed
Rivers forded, hollows divined
Peaceful pastures forever pined
Showered blessings o'er charted course
Thunderous trials skirted with every resource
Shining beacons along the road did hope reinforce
Clouded dreams abandoned with some remorse
Now channeling through life's narrowing pass
Peering longingly back at the quilted morass
Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder
O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder
A tale untold until the flash of crashing light
Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight
What is this rack of torment in suspense
To cause this pounding redness of intense
Can winds of Wodyn thrust valkyrie thus
The tides are wrong this singing song
Will be the end of us
The tunnel forms to take us in it's dance
As axe and sword a swing to madness trance
Once more to see Valhalla's open door
Or wake to shaking silence on this shore
Bathed in others' blood still yet unsure
Dedicated to Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, Jr. (November 11, 1885 – December 21, 1945)
I'd fought a hundred battles
through the ages past and new
I'd been a lowly foot soldier
But at times commanded too.
I was a witness of Arab mothers
Fleeing cities under-siege ;
A new age liberator,
The commander of the third.
I had served with Ceasar's legion;
The Carthaginians; and the Greeks.
When Arthur was in his Kingship,
I was a captain of the knights
A horseman tough and skillful
Of medieval cavalier;
But ages had transformed me
to dash with iron wheels
The only time I meet MacArthur
Was in the salient of St. Mehiel
We both stood erect, calm, and unmindful
To the guns and bursting shell.
Oh well take a look at Monty
Too slow for his advance
He didn't expect me to take Palermo
or Mesina to my plan
I was reproved of my harshness,
They knew not that I was somber too
I cared not of my language
As long as my point would get through
I'd mixed my words with profanities
That my orders surely stick
My men would always remember every word
While they're in the battle field
Oh my, I hate those yellow bastards
They have no place on this earth
I sent them to the frontlines
That no more they would breed
Those swivel chair commanders
Discounted my two days time
But brave soldier deserved to be rescued
Before his dog tag stops to chime.
So my men made it to Dunkirk
To the delight of McAuliffe
"Surrender!" yelled the Nazis
but "nutz" was all he said.
I was cut off of supplies and fuel
For Market Garden's sake
But after pissing the flowing River
I held the Fuhrer's nest
So soon another war was ended
Mine enemies had lost
The iron carver claimed the glory
And relieved me from my post.
PILLOW TALK ABUSE (collaboration)
by~ Andrea Dietrich
Again you’re droning on and on and on.
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada.
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone.
Why can’t you close your eyes?
You know you oughta.
Just press those lips together tight and zip!
My lids are getting heavy as you talk.
So now I offer you this little tip.
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk?
The clear night air might open up your mind.
Before you kill the bush you’re beating round.
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind,
But when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . .
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . .
Please shut your trap.
We’ve long since hit the sack!
by~ Poet Destroyer
Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.
A collaboration with * ANDREA DIETRICH
My collaboration contest
So many moments of my life have passed.
Some gone without a recognizing nod.
Without a thought that one could be the last,
They were discarded on the thankless ground,
As though a message had been sent by God
Assuring me that more were coming round.
I could have used more wisely than I did
Amounts of time I simply chose to waste.
Today I'd save it in a pot with lid.
I was a carefree girl with artless schemes.
All those lost moments could have been embraced
To be here now to help fulfill my dreams.
So many moments of my life have passed
I could have used more wisely than I did.
Written in Iambic pentameter
Hush little baby it's time to sleep
Angels watching over you don't you peep
Listen little dreamer hear this song
Angels watching over you so nothing wrong
Sleep little baby you had your play
Angels watching over you it's time to pray
Now it's time to sleep it's all right
Angels watching over you to keep you tight
Soft is your bed now rest your head
Angels watching over you are by your bed
Now close your eyes and go to sleep
Angels watching over you your soul to keep
Sleep little baby you're about to gleam
Angels watching over you to safely dream
Edward J Ebbs - 10/23/11
Sonnet (little song - 14 lines)
Meant to be sung as a Lullaby to a child...
As I sit and ponder on space and time
And seek poetic reason I may find
I'll try and do it with a subtle rhyme
Realize I will lose my anxious mind
While my random thoughts fly across deep space
The time it will take I will not measure
To eternity I'll go and leave no trace
No trail to follow no map for treasure
And seek a heartbeat, time's only counter
Feel its rhythm as I begin to rise
And need to face what I will encounter
The measured days lived are my only prize
I've tumbled through space like a grain of sand
And felt time's movement from its own demand
For the contest Space and Time
sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Time is never on our side, they say it is when we are young
No matter what, time cannot be stopped, shot or hung…
It ticks away in tiny pieces, we never think it will catch us
Until the day it’s nearly gone, and then we start to fuss…
Ticking away, we are ok, it’s not ever going to get me…
Ticking away, each and every day, but we never really see
Time like age we cannot stop we can not wish it back
If we could what would we change- I have nearly lost track…
What would be, if only we, had met some time before
This is heard every day not only from some-but more…
Happiness is measured by time ‘remember’ we used to say
But why must we remember, why can’t happiness be every day…?
A new friend here, a new friend, there only to lose too fast
I wonder should one make new friends, or hang onto the past?
Tick- tock tick-tock tick-tock, I wonder if it will be.
That time will let us meet-my new found friend and me…
A friend is someone yet unmet a pleasure to look forward to
All I ask is that time lets me, meet my new friend that’s you…
In the near future, I am going to add it all up into one big sum.
In the meantime, I am going to gather and collect my own space.
I will sift through seeds or weeds and present an enormous case.
But for sure I will hold onto every single yellow chrysanthemum.
In the near future, I am going to roll it all up sealing it by my thumb.
In the meantime, I am going to sit here with every turned about face.
I will drift through time rewinding the hands back to a God of Grace.
But for sure I will give the world a place my heart is triumphing from.
Quickly, I will come to you,
And instantly I will be gone.
But injustice shall never do.
Nor shall a lie be my spawn.
Or at the least not on my expedient silver polished dime,
And certainly not while sitting on destiny’s perch in time!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
I look to the skies hoping to see a sign
A sign of a stars shining like diamonds
I toss the thoughts of you to the heap of stars
All the happiness dressed with flowers
I took time to remember you singing
A voice so sweet it turned roses yellow
I yelled to the gloomy mountains for you
And light shone like twilight in heaven
Through demons and angels my plea recognized
And I finally feast on your beauty like a vulture
Thou thoughts mingle in space and time
I remembered your dancing eyes with adventure
So keen to let the desires leave the dust
I saw you in the sky strolling like a queen towards eternity
Your Love, My Every Thought
Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes
There I may soon see the wonderous sky
feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
embrace all woodland glory I may find
Beauty brings soft memories of you
flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
my mind soon rested and without a care
I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought
Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 103
"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . "
Dear Mother, for a while now you’ve been gone.
Has time for you seemed long beyond the veil?
For those you left, time painfully goes on.
Oh, Mother, can you hear me where you dwell?
I wish to hear your voice again. How sweet
The sound of it each day when we awoke.
Its dulcet tone each afternoon would greet
us after school. How kind the words you spoke!
Your words would flutter like wings of a dove
When each of us received your goodnight kiss,
And gazing at our dad, your one true love,
Your words, unsaid, shone in those eyes I miss.
Your flowers’ scent I breathe in tenderly
while praying that your words drift down to me.
Ah not so long ago, when we were us, time was all ours!
We let our spirits happily sway in the great fountain
Of faith, where we etched our own history counting the stars
Fluttered in the night sky. Oh, what a passion we had then!
And I kept you in the rosy earth of my heart so glee.
That when you returned, back from a lady boot shaped country,
And seeing you one day, alone, under the glimmers of
A retreating sun, I hurried my shadow along the
Street of for old time sake to hug you, to express my love.
When I had you there was no such hunger, nor thirst in me.
But now as I embraced you, I hardly felt the warmth of
Your blood. I wonder why; is it ‘cause now a cold season,
Or maybe jet lag still eats you? Sure you’ll take yourself off
From my reasoning, and be more fixed on your salvation.
* Nestorian Sonnet is a variant form of old sonnet and in it are three quatrains that rhyme,
with fourteen syllables in each line. Line five rhymes with line ten and it is not necessary to
end it with a rhyming couplet.
Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.
Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.
If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!
I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
Unrequited Soliloquies Of The Heart
By M. Taha Effendi
As I walk along the twilit avenue,
A forlorn heart bids the day adieu,
The rubicund sun withdraws its weary
Surrenders its quest of endless days,
Vagrant clouds drift to uncharted lands,
Twilight steals a last glance through
The gloaming emblazoned with pink and
As I walk along the twilit avenue,
The west wind wails in melancholy,
A lonely river seeks the embrace of the
Unchained melodies of the solitaire's
That has emptied love's hemlock to the
Unrequited soliloquies of the heart
Nature's course, onerous, unchanged,
Time shifting through the elements themselves
Reveals little but what is of ourselves
Over bridge of eternity I’ve flown
Grasping at the railings of life’s unknown
Colors they flash before my eyes twinkling
Like the stars in the sky seeming winking
Over and over inside my lost head
I wander around looking for a bed
A place to lie on to fill my dreams up
Allowing rest to bring life to my cup
The bridge composes of enlightenment
Based off of hope’s lovely encampment
Strong hopefulness for peace and desires true
Times enveloping trip into the blue
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To find youth has fled, to see the years pass
While we move through time that's stationary
and as we dream in its reflecting glass
The mind grows older and sedentary
Yesterday's ghosts haunt us in defiance
As they ring our heart's bell to hear it chime
Recalling memories, breaking silence
Whisper vibrations with untethered rhyme
Life and time come to see dusk and dawn merge
and enter a world of twilight in peace
To feel the universe within converge
These calling ghosts with their tentacles cease
To grasp moments in the memories held
To grow old as years pass, unparalled
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IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
He stood bravely before me
with a medal of honor in his right hand
and a bandage of agony around his left knee
It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
his crutches lay useless on the ground
I found it hard to understand why,
a soldier in pain didn't even frown
With a voice firm but dry
his words shook me like thunder
"You're now the man of this house"
he uttered like a worn-out hunter
quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
Drowning my mind through cold ears
he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears
Soap bubbles float through mid-school breeze
that crack our giggles, to the playful night,
we dab the sheen film on oak trees
or glue bobbed orbs on crushes’ kites
And vapor-like, our summers warmly wrap
the peek-a-boos squeaking tag games
on moonlit field where foams eavesdrop;
inviting tricks without a shame
Long days collect more popping sprees
as sticky piles knot in our hair
like wiggles on tanned sun, how free
to mess around till burnt cheeks tear
The madness of young summer brings
under red stars, I feel her bubbles sing.
Contest: SKat-Oz's Summer Poems