No rush.
Across the terrain goes the tortoise.
Intently moving toward its destination
Slow but assuredly, it moves without hesitation.
Moving barely, barely moving
But steadfast it remains.
There is no balking as it moves down the line.
Every step taken leaves a lasting imprint.
With each one, purpose shows
No missteps. No rush.
And so goes the tortoise.
No procrastination.
Only wise steps of purpose
She’s a succulent succubus
witch whom I can’t resist Her fervent pheromones.
Her tenacious trance encapsulates me
into Her wonderous whirlwind of pleasures.
I’m hopelessly enraptured by Her.
And with a whimsical wave of Her wand,
She commands me with domineering diligence,
“Behold lover, assume the proper position!”
And immediately, I’m on all fours
balking banally at Her luscious loins.
My reverent refrain is in disdain.
How can I contest this calamity?
When I’m so adamantly adorned by Her approaching advances.
I sorely succumb suddenly to trembling tremors.
Epileptic ecstasy overcomes me!
How can I refuse?
I’m Hers, and She knows it!
And my Penthouse pantry full of magazines
rattle rhapsodies from my groin.
Growing up we find that head rules the heart,
that we may navigate earth life with care
but from light of love now standing apart,
of soul’s fall from grace, we become aware.
As a child free but now tied to mind’s tree,
with fear stalking, we’re a dead man walking,
for with pulse of love, we do not agree
and find ourself, from path of truth balking.
Growing up we realise we’re not wise
and we soon tire of objects of desire,
therefore ceasing to weigh, measure and size,
in silence we ignite our inner fire.
Taking a u-turn from erst pathways stern,
in the flame of love, we willingly burn.
sunshine
blue skies
thrilled as
temps rise
thirty-
seven
feels like
Heaven
house-bound
no more
fun plans
in store
stretching
walking
no more
balking,
for the
weather
holds no
tether
February 3, 2023
written for Brian Strand's Contest 1180 placed 4th
to walk the talk
finds us balking
fears stalk our heart
25-November-2022
A cool caliginous
night
Crickets in their abode
talking
A desolate street with no
lights
A doddering man
balking
Soon dusk kisses
dawn
Birds are out
chirping
The sun is shining and the curtain
of night has drawn
The exuberance of girls
playing
The days are long and getting longer
So my boredom’s that much stronger.
To complain feels even wronger
Since I am okay.
I read, I write, I do my walking;
On the phone or Zoom, I’m talking.
Still, at travel, I am balking;
Locally, I stay.
Pandemic life has been a trial
And, although it’s been a while,
I can’t say for sure when I’ll
Be comfortable away.
Others plan a nice vacation
Which is little consolation.
Maybe with some motivation,
I’ll go, too, someday.
Smallpox and polio
Were they as intensely feared
As Covid and Delta?
SARS, ebola, and swine flu
What happened to them?
Are they still lurking around corners?
Remember when everyone was terrified of AIDS?
Remember when people took vaccines without balking?
Remember when we watched out for each other?
we walk the talk
without balking
fears stalk no more
08-July-2021
dream did find in field
to us always had appealed
with much love was sealed
we had been balking
reach point where there is talking
for friend stalking
life was imperil
when we sang christmas carol
screech sounded sterile
issue was skirting
when my back had been hurting
which i was blurting
his name was Cecil
who we heard was a weasel
art work on easel
More Moving Marvelous Horn Haiku
we did turn and
Biden will be brand new boss
saw moss cover cross
biden not sulking
being blunt or is balking
tremendous at talking
over hill and dale
biden will be bringing mail
did do without fail
he had desire
biden wanted to inspire
in straits that are dire
of mine was a dream
biden had big head of steam
part of a new team
there was much thunder
while a spell we were under
biden will not blunder
had read the new brief
will find relief from our grief
turn over one more leaf
while my each tear dries
glory did see in my eyes
Biden laws revise
Our Testimony
Written: by Miracle Man
5-24-2020
Each life is a book and our day’s the pages,
some things we write, only God will read.
Some books quickly vanish, others endure the ages,
and paint a vivid picture of the path we tread.
Some days reveal spiritual times of weakness,
when alone, we attempt to accomplish things.
Time’s we failed to display a spirit of meekness,
and encountered a myriad of life’s minor dings.
But God knows the path in which we’re walking,
and He’ll put no more on us than we can bear.
His way for our escape often finds us balking,
what we write is the testimony that we share.
2/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Technophobe
Written: by Miracle Man
8-3-2019
To any “techie” its a must,
To own the latest hand held device.
But when others are speaking,
Paying attention would be nice.
If we’re in conversation,
And you start texting, I view as rude.
I’m being blown off,
As being some doddering old dude?
By this hand held monster,
Many seem to be inspired.
I’ve been told its being social,
With no face time required.
Many seem to prefer,
Letting their thumbs do the talking.
To a technophobe like myself,
This gadget finds me balking.
With this hand held monster,
“Techies” have become obsessed.
Grabbing it each morning,
Before being fully dressed.
Now, It isn’t that I’ve become,
To old and decrepit to learn.
But its about respect and privacy
That’s causing me to spurn.
One day when the POTUS was talking,
a muffled cough started him balking.
In arrogant boldness
and dismissive coldness,
he sent our poor Chief of Staff walking!
On June 17, when Trump was being interviewed, he
ordered Mick Mulvaney out of the Oval Office for coughing.
Mulvaney, who is the acting White House Chief of Staff,
also fills other positions. POTUS--President of the United States
Written June 29, 2019, for Tania Kitchin's Limerick Contest
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