For this day I shout an enormous hooray
I am meeting my friends to laugh and play
They are seventy-eight and seventy-seven today
As welcoming as most angels in heaven I'd say
I burned twenty-two boxes in my driveway
hot sooty gray and orange ashes were flying my way
I am wearing a green t-shirt with daisies gay
At ten-thirty I have accomplished a lot today!
This was a planned outing; but I did it my way
I got there two hours early; what can I say?
I never could read a clock with numbers gray
I am horrible at numbers, I hate math, okay?
when will the queen arrive? I asked the goat herding man.
She’s here, he told me. Standing over there in the sand.
I ran to find her, but only saw a snotty stuck-up camel.
She is the queen, whispered the goat herder, her name is Mamel.
I was shocked, because she was so stuck up and mean.
She turned and spit on my cheek, I still have the sheen.
She was decorated in beads, jewels, silver and gold.
I knew I would never like this queen, even if I grew old.
Delay, Delay, Delay, How long of a delay? 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours, 4 hours, 5 hours
no, not 8 hours, yes that was the delay when my Texas train did not arrive on time.
I caught the old-time blues, when my Texas train did not arrive on time.
Cry, shout and holler quietly in my heart and mind. What was I to do?
Delay, Delay, Delay How long of a Delay? 1 hour, 2 hours, 3hours, 4 hours,5hours
no, not 8 hours,yes,that was the Delay when my Texas train did not arrive on time.
What was I to do? Shout or Cry?
I caught the old time blues, when my Texas train did not arrive on time.
The Nurse is coming soon.
It is five in the morning, and the pain in bed
throws me out, I struggle with a Walker
to reach my study
by thinking of something else, the hurting
will, if not, go away and subside.
I will not be bitter when family members
fails us now, so shortly before Christmas
I have gone through many struggles, this
time as always, with my 82-year-old wife
Modern hospitals don't want people to
overstay. I will not complain about the surgery
saved me from a certain death
Mind, there are times when one is overcome by pain
Death seems inevitable
I sit in my study, grateful for life and waiting
for a nurse who will clean me up and give
me pain remedies
I am thirty minutes early to my doctor’s appointment
a yearly welfare check to see if I am suicidal or whatever
Employees arrive along with me, carrying things here and there
Setting up their work stations for the day
Putting toilet paper in the bathrooms
Reminds me of a frenzied hill of frazzled ants
I keep my head down, writing feverishly
Energy is useful if you are real.
Leaving no mark of inhibitions,
Be consistent in using your light.
To the truth and to the needy people.
Share your thoughts, call and explain.
Part of the journey is arriving the line,
Deep appreciation of courage and strength,
In passing the ordeal of life as vector,
It always come out once in pursuing goals,
And if you are an ocean, I'll give you a hug.
The message was clear.
But I did not arrive.
Something took me—
quietly.
Held me hostage
in a battlefield
without coordinates.
Echoes detonated
from inside,
each doubt a buried mine
I stepped on
without moving.
Fear didn’t shout—
it infested,
dripping into the marrow,
slow and precise.
There were no weapons,
only aftermath.
No fight,
only surrender
masquerading as endurance.
The scars remain—
but even they
refuse to speak.
You were always meant to arrive before I could name you,
I saw you in the hazy delirium of midnight visions,
In the golden-woven horizon where dreams dissolve at dawn,
I reached out to you with hands that had never touched you,
Whispering your name before I even knew it,
And when you came, I did not sigh in wonder,
But merely breathed, as if I had waited for centuries,
For the moment you would step into my waking world,
Like a dream taking shape in the morning light,
Like the echo of a forgotten song that reminds you of home,
I felt time melt and space breathe silence,
In the moment you became real, in a world of dreaming shadows.
I saw you before I could name you,
And perhaps deep down, I always knew,
That you were there, waiting to be welcomed with open arms,
In the endless story of a longing without a name.
friends arrive from unexpected places
Some have slipped out of the Congo
One of mine is from the River Nile
Oh, that is also the Congo? Who knew?
I have friends all over the USA
In possibly all fifty states
Two friends in Australia,
six or eight in the UK
One friend lives in the Isle of Man
They are as dissimilar as they can be
They are of all creeds and colors
I cannot say that I like them all in the same way
But I like different things about each one.
I can say that.
When I go to Heaven someday; my love's spirit shall lead the way.
I want to meet my grandfather in a valley of pink lilies.
I shall embrace my cousin in fields of tiger lilies.
Why O Joy when ye arrive, please,
But never when ye leave—
Why when ye leave, rob all my ease,
Why O Joy when ye arrive, please.
Why, the way Moon brightens up eve,
Never at dawn so pleasing is,
Why O Joy when ye arrive, please,
But never when ye leave.
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Triolet |11.07.2023| joy, moon
I know you will think of cunningness, as I am a fox.
Yet, I too suffer winter just like bats, cranes, or hawks;
I grow a thicker fur coat and creep into warm places,
I twist and push myself in my tail, and pass cold phases...!
My coat has been growing long and dense and heavy, and hard,
My walking and sleeping have turned as though on cold cloud yard;
My previously slim physique has, now, grown fat and dull,
Has my color mixed with snow and looks like that of a gull...?
My hunting has turned tough task, as I find it hard to roam,
As my border is set, no mice or mares approach my home;
I know, yet, all these are like a nomad's tent, tentative,
Your arrival soon, O spring, will be, sure, sustentative...!!!
27 January 2023
Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
At first, the voices go unnoticed.
But soon, I realize they are attached to me.
So powerful-
Yet so debilitating.
It is as if the voices always arrive just before me.
It is as if they have become my new destination.
Or maybe my new destiny.
Like stardust.
Like danger.
So that even though I have gone missing-
It feels like I am missing nothing.
At least nothing I want to know.
Even though I am listless-
The voices don’t want me to sleep.
So that I cannot hide from the voices that continue to multiply.
So that I cannot pretend that I am dreaming.
So that I cannot wake up to a silent morning.
When you arrive,
I will be there to meet you, Love.
bouquet in hand -
violet blooms to match
your blue eyes' sparkle.
And you will be there with a gift for me -
the smile in your sweet eyes.
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July 25, 2022 for the Short Verse Inspired By Pictures Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Lisa YY
** THE GLORIES NEAR **
Here! The Glories have arrived from
afar..as far as east from west.
The Glories come riding mists
To lead us leaping over our discontent;
over waves lost from their beaches,
their glimmers grayed,and moon sunken.
The Glories bring our maps to
The Exquisite: our longing, our desire.
But, the routes, so hard to decipher…
We are slow pioneers of the holy-All!
May the Glories set aflame our spines,
Running currents to thrill us up from
Our sleeping, our trances, our
Vagaries, so we may again seek and see…
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(c)sally young Eslinger 1/5/22.
Glory to God
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