what kind of conveyance can you use?
I had done nothing but confuse
Buck, Pontiac, Rambler or what?
words unheard of by my grandson Strut
See me in the distant corner.
Imagine a dark room.
I’m in the fetal position.
I’m curled up in a ball.
Though, the lights are on…
You see…my legs a drag,
I boiled my hand, I strained
my hip. I’ll take one last stand.
The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years.
Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them.
No one I knew had seen anything strange or weird there.
I have clairaudient tendencies, and I had not heard anything.
But they insisted on trying go conjure up something.
I was amazed when I saw their completed documentary.
Because in the recesses of the tunnel there were four men
Wearing derbies, in dress coats, who came out of that tunnel.
Weirdly enough, no one else saw them including the investigators.
They are right there! I said, pointing them out to my husband.
He said, “of course they are dear.”
There is a disadvantage some days of being para-sensitive.
Time walks with us like a shadow. Change overcast us.
-Thompson Emate
The memories walk with us
like a haunting yesterday,
All the things that served us,
All the things we have abandoned,
All our keepsakes,
All the pleasurable moments with them.
As the morning resumes duty,
As the evening relieves her,
The world turns the pages of its books,
We add our colours to enhance its looks,
Its mysteries are still hidden from us,
Our paintings don't uncover its linings.
Time makes its sketches,
Thick and thin lines,
Time paints its portrait,
Sombre and bright colours,
Each sojourn with it,
The closer we get to the final door,
It chauffeurs us to the untold,
It takes us to the vast unknown.
We search for the road to bloom,
Gloom stealthy pervades the room,
Shadow overcast the meadow,
The sages say that there's beauty in decay,
Sometimes hope frays like a fabric,
We learn to dance to every music,
Until our roots anchor us firmly to the ground,
Until the night rides us to the beyond.
September 11,. 2023.
opinionated
stubbornly unique
determination
some say old school
wizened and wily
unpersuasive
immovable
often hard-nosed
antiquated
obsolete
intensive
old-fashiioned
antique
common
me
Anticipated and Antiquated
Several times God has substantiated,
What by us always must be anticipated;
Message newfound;
Appreciate sound;
Even our arrogance ends up antiquated.
Jim Horn
Antiquated memories,
Are like bleached out photographs;
Neither portrays an accurate picture of our past,
But how our minds remember it
After being altered by time;
Tom
4/27/2017
On the edge of barren, corroded shore
Where sailors ply their trade no more
No tenured harbor gallant fleets to moor,
or docks to greet restless crew, strident commodore
No expansive peers into the mighty ocean waves bore,
or rustic wharves to accompany the dank decor
Gone are the tradesmen whose skilled hands weathered ships did restore,
and the tawny, burly arms of the itinerant, shuffling stevedore
No inquisitive merchants the cargo's value to score
Yet the drifting currents grainy sketches still store
In the eerie winds the rasping breaths of stevedores soar
Through stormy gales, commands of disembarking captain's roar
Timeless silhouettes of wafting masts hover o'er ocean floor
Apparitions of ruddy sailors from briny mists pour
Out of the steamy fog, pirate ghosts still yell encore
From foaming waves, drunken sailors one more drought implore
Astrology, antiquated art to reveal the human heart
Mingling elements- earth, air, fire and sea-
Aquarius, Libra and Gemini - brilliant and free
Scorpio persuades, Pisces evades, double regard love as art.
Capricorn, Taurus, financial genius, worldly and smart
Cancer, the Romantic, will get on his knee-
Astrology, antiquated art to reveal the human heart
Mingling elements- earth, air, fire and sea-
Sagittarius- truth teller right from the start
Aries and Virgo, perpetually full of glee
Leo the Lion, brave, strong, carries the key
Each twelve, distinct individuality -perchance you believe-
Astrology, antiquated art to reveal the human heart.
Won 2nd place in the "Rondel" contest by Jared Pickett
A. Green
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