Poised at the ready
Navy Sailors alerted
Poisoned spaghetti
Navy Sailors deserted
Making time to go back in Time,
Will get back what was thought lost for all Time.
Time after time,
When I have listened to my inner voice,
My guardian Angel,
Who works over time,
And I have gone back in Time,
To retrieve items
when others said I was wasting my Time,
That the item was lost for all Time.
Only two days ago,
My Guardian Angel alerted me in Time,
To retrieve my wallet before I lost it for all Time,
So back in time I did go,
To the bus stop Seat,
To find my wallet on that very seat,
Something others thought an impossible feat.
I do hope you have taken the time,
To go over very line,
I have written down for all Time
So you next Time,
You think an item lost for all Time,
You will remember in Time,
My poem on making the Time,
To go back in time,
To avoid standing in line,
To report your crime,,
Of failing to go back in time.
There is a mad phenomenon
that stalks sick sad modern zest
Seek an external remedy
to remove a chronic pest
The body is a miracle
when given what it needs
But first you must remove the cause
upon which it feeds
Hey Guru mister Guru
won't you come and help me through
What you really must realise
is that the Guru is you
Prescription for the doctors
that well may preserve your life
The doctor of sunshine and also fresh air
In such abundance on this planet
these supplements are rife
The doctor of restful sleep and daily exercise
are you alerted, does it ring a bell
Adhering to these principals
will surely make you well
The doctor of non poisoned food
and clean water too
With this scope of daily living
your vitality will enlarge
No need for appointments
all provided free of charge
If you wish to commence healing
this is what to do
What you must realise
that the Guru is you
Neck-craning grey goose,
Alerted head half-turned;
An eye fixes me.
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Madly racing Swifts,
Screaming loudly cloud to cloud,
Scythe through the hot air.
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Autumn, why approve
The harvesting for your yet
Unfinished produce?
The walk was pleasant, wrapped in memories of your fondness,
I alerted my mind when it chased after sadness.
You lived your life spreading joy far and wide,
And left this world before age could take its sly stride.
My heart is content with the time you spent here,
And I thank the universe for this precious treasure.
Howdy kids,just checking in.Contrary to every ornery ,,fear mongering,
Youtube posting ,profiting from our angst, jackasses ,oh yeah and the nightly news, so far we have made it through the much prophecied eclipse.My daughter and I took it in together outside the gym we go to.You had a parking lot of people on one side and me and my daughter alone on the opposite side alongside our cars for quick take off should the zombie apocolypse commence.When totality was reached applause took place ,a little premptively I thought .Would it not be better to save it for the suns return ? I had been telling her that supposedly to the upper !eft of the sun during totality you should be able to see Jupitor,and at the three and four oclock area mercury venus,and mars.When it happened I looked up to see if I could see Jupitor and saw two fuzzy but good sized orbs in that general area.I alerted my cosmic viewing companion who pointed out they were the parking lot lights that had come on.Anyway,we had fun,nothing untoward occurred to my knowledge,and trust me ,I was looking Still am. Your friend,one spooked kook .
The first day of my preconceived life
A ding alerted me my class was cancelled
"Read the syllabus and skip today
Don't forget to show up an hour late
If you miss the class you're kicked."
The first day of your preconceived life
The wind strips air from your lungs
Time settles into a whirlwind of fast and slow
And you are reminded that you will never be apart
Of your preconceived life
But that's just the anxiety talking
Don't worry darling the day will be fine
Grab a coffee to shake yourself out of your skin
Sit down and pretend like you aren't desperate to
Disappear
The first day of your preconceived life
You will not be present
A fire in the kitchen?
I smell of smoke in the hall.
Somebody is very guiltily
Washing down the wall.
What’s left of the toaster’s
Just a burnt plastic shell.
Some time last night
We almost had a mini hell.
Thank the Lord for CCTV.
A bit of a disturbing sight
He’d come in a bit tipsy
Just after midnight.
Put the toaster on the hob
Switched the wrong device on
Seemed blithely unaware that
The smoke alarm had gone.
He’d sat drinking tea
Supremely unaware
Of the flames and smoke
Swirling around his chair.
A pajamaed figure appears
Smoke alarm must have alerted
Situation quickly sorted
Potential emergency averted.
White faced and anxious
Sitting with his dad and me
As we all sit and watch
The Closed Circuit Tv.
He’d been doing so well
Getting back on track
But, three steps forward
And two steps back.
Give credit where it’s due,
Criticise where it’s earned,
Put it down to experience,
Just another lesson learned.
Mending broken soldiers
We all voluntarily chose
Win or lose its a gamble
Last night it was close.
On the last seat of a school bus
A boy and girl were making a fuss
Driver was alerted
Attention diverted
Hit a pole causing one last thrust
The Sacred Meow Society
On next night of demise of my spouse
a mild knock at entrance
alarmed me to open the door.
Unfamiliar cat with feline look lifted a paw.
Uttering ' meow' sat cool.
I welcomed him showing hand
but he lay down closing eyes.
Next morn, I saw no trace.
On next night as I was prepared to retire in bed
mild knock alerted me.
Same cat lifted a paw , sat and lay down quiet calm.
Next morning I could not find him.
But this schedule has been set regular till date.
I grant and honour this feline compassion
to guard a lone lady at gate.
Holy cat must be sent from
The Sacred Meow Society
to act as my sentinel.
03/05/23
NO MOON NIGHT
Starry tapestry
on ebon turquoise sky
is lamenting for No Moon.
Misty silhouette
framing dusky lattice
on fluorescent Milky Way.
Quietude of midnight
being alarmed, alerted
by shrill whistle
of nocturnal raptor.
Yet luminous stars
to unravel marvel
of No Moon Night.
STARRY NIGHT
Fading twilight greets grave dusty dusk
wearing misty mask .
Cerulean dream blending in beauty of darkness.
Slowly starry sky spreading turquoise tapestry
of polka dots in shiny spangles .
Night merging with sublime song
on mysterious melody.
Luminous stars
to unravel marvel of night.
Misty silhouettes framing lattice
on fluorescent Milky way:
Quietude at dead of night
alerted by shrill whistle of nocturnal bird.
Night Sky listens to murmur of zephyr.
Leaves rustle resonate with
serene solitude of dark night.
Concave curvy crescent Moon feels shy
on starry dome, looking pale placid.
Beauty of night ripples in the eyes of beholder.
Me enchanted on charm of calmness of nonchalant night.
sorry, the world lost the content.
that's what the sad face of these years says
following the vertiginous decline of sunflowers
and the lack of regularity in each smile.
only this routine exercise remained,
a veiled hope of change,
that ignores the inflexible advance
of this imperative setback.
do you hear the cyclic engine of reality?
he hammers a hard thump of sour truth.
you hear the insidious echo of an ancient voice
that alerted us to this delicate moment,
which signaled this disturbing decay?
something that now disappears
like a sun that drowns,
still boiling in an ocean that devours him.
A spray that glistened brightly in the sun
alerted us to what lay just below.
So close was he, we thought we’d surely run
headlong, colliding with a forceful blow.
And then, as if to say I’m not yet done,
his tail appeared: a curtain call for show.
We braced, assuming we were impact-bound;
instead, leviathan commenced to sound.
I'm alerted to an odour.
The stench is in the air.
My baby lies there smiling
and it's in his underwear.
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