Best Adjourning Poems
So slick and sexy. Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”
So many barristers are – if not losers,
low earners and slow learners. I was one.
I, plodding back from Penge, felt put upon:
a plea, a pittance. Now for Holborn’s boozers.
That mean machine was not for saps like me.
I turned my face towards the threatening rain,
and started wearily up Chancery Lane.
A cup of tea and, hopefully, a fee
awaited me in Chambers. Alloy wheels
slid sleekly, silently – stopped at my side.
That car again! I watched the window glide
wide open. And I almost had to kneel
to see the driver. Handsome. Tall and thin.
The shirt was pastel pink, the tie was silk.
The suit was Savile Row, or of that ilk.
His words astonished me. “Well, clamber in!”
And then the penny dropped. It’s Alex R!
Agility has never been my thing,
so Reaney waited, engine idling,
as I shoe-horned myself into his car.
We’d known each other at the School of Law,
but then our paths had radically diverged.
Me, in pleas and poverty submerged,
and he, the wide blue skies of Libel to explore.
“I’ll run you back to Chambers – beat the rain.”
He asked me what had occupied my morning.
For him, the King’s Bench judges were adjourning.
I’d copped a plea in Penge – how to explain?
The major stars had Alex at the helm
when they unleashed their lawsuits on the press.
Defending thefts of bicycles – and less –
was my domain. He ruled a regal realm.
His clients of the moment, man and wife,
were household names. They’d sold their wedding day
to paparazzi, who refused to pay.
The plaint was something weird, like “Stolen Life”.
The man, from Delaware, big hair, and Jewish.
They crank out movies like there’s no tomorrow
(Chicago, Basic Instinct, Traffic, Zorro):
the girl, from Aberdare – think Cher, and shrewish.
To talk of money is a vulgar thing,
but I was desperate to know his fee.
The forty quid I’d earned, I wouldn’t see
for months to come. His wrists were dripping bling.
We’d be at Chambers in another minute.
“So, Alex,” (best to blurt the damn thing out),
“a case like that. You’re looking at … about …?”
He grinned at me and said, “you’re sitting in it.”
Patience is a virtual, it is not easily obtained but once
you achieve it, you will never be the same. It is like a road-map
just waiting to be read, for patience will make you strong and you
want be mislead.
Patience is compared to an interstate you see, there are adjourning
states you must meet. When you have the ability to conquer whatever
frustrates you or gets in your way, just concentrate and say I am on
the road to patience today.
I want let my problems steer me off the right coast, for on this interstate
you have to have patience galore.
I heard about God
In a church full of strangers
Who dutifully regurgitated words
Before enthusiastically adjourning to the bar.
I whispered to God
"Can you hear? Are you real?"
I opened my ears, expecting His reply
But my ears failed, like my memorized prayers.
I reached up to God
Desperate for the touch of His hand.
But it came back empty . . .
As empty, I thought, as my destiny, my future, my purpose.
I shouted at God
"Where is the Father I long for?
The One who doesn't hurt His children;
Who knows what it's like to be in pain, persecuted, alone?"
I surrendered to God.
I was silent, still, open.
He spoke to my heart, saying:
"At last, my child. Distraction is the enemy of relationship. Now we begin."
I walked with God.
Baby steps, falls, bruises.
Some ahead on the road laughed.
"Judgment is the enemy of growth," my Father said.
I shied from God.
"I don't belong here!
"I am not good enough to walk with you."
"And now, you are mine," and He took my place. "Arrogance is the enemy of love."
I trusted in God.
I walked on, striving to improve my gait.
Sometimes I fell behind, caught up . . .
Not seeking to advance beyond the
reach of those who were lost or fallen.
I thanked my God.
For a drop of forgiveness
In a life parched with guilt and shame.
I drank in His goodness, and hoped to overflow to a dehydrated world.
10/25/2015
To who do I owe this dance? A playful game of the mind.
Twisting and turning I ask only one with partners adjourning.
All for one and one for all to end the night with bliss amiss.
12/13/23
Secrets still buried
Stories in the wind got carried
Historical accounts occasionally varied
The truth can be sad and scary
We've barely
Discovered much so spare me
The same can be said for things happening fairly
Since the dawn of time it occurred rarely
Causes with a dark past humans still worshipping
The cauldron folks continue stirring
Waters people are murking
So much unknown, instead of starting to worry
I try to find answers but it can't be done in a hurry
Somewhat disturbing
And blood curdling
Could it be water that caused such a shape and curving?
This planet twirling at 1000 mph constantly whirling
Every night tossing and turning
I was hurting
My vision sometimes blurring
Minimal ground I've been traversing
This weed I'm endlessly burning
Toward a fast death I'm hurling
It's difficult to find the right wording
The cycle still circling
The truth is emerging
And surfacing
Energy dispersing
Or combining and converting
Then it starts surging
To some it's unnerving
During my time on Earth I'm searching
No matter if others are deterring
I'm still unearthing
Sometimes smirking
Nearby curbing
I'm determining
It can never be found by purchasing
It's concerning
For so long people have been serving
Evil always lurking
Showing no mercy
I'm constantly learning
During this journey
No adjourning
The hands of time turning
There's endless controversy
That's occurring
It's not always working
Such concepts use to irk me
(Birds sing above Earthlings) or (birdies chirping above earthlings)
It briefly takes the mind off the worst things
Yet I still feel like cursing
Toward no destination I've been surfing
Mind all over the place still swerving
For more I'm yearning
Something inside churning
A fool splurging
Yet again swirling down the drain go my earnings
I still can't get it right even after rehearsing
What a joke feeling like a ghost the recipient of shirking
How am I already not on a gurney?
SOMETIMES RED
It happens when I see a little boy kick a kitten
Or someone’s three-year-old children
Having a tantrum in a supermarket
And the parents doing nothing but watch it
And I say to myself oh boy I reckon
I could put that kid’s behavior right in a second
With my hard right hand
Or when I read of Bono flying his personal jet and
Helicopter Into Zambia to witness at first-hand the demise
Of lions, which he cares “so deeply” about (tearful eyes)
Those conferences in Paris of heads of state talking
About South America, with starvation and death stalking,
Then adjourning to some palace for dinner and dance
Or David Beckham giving a charity performance
Appealing for the blind kids of Moscow, so “close to” his heart
I don’t know why but whenever I see a politician or upstart
Rich star offering to help some downtrodden
I just feel this way and then I want to burst into sudden
Laughter at the same time to control the feeling
For who’s kidding who? These powerful rich “appealing”
Figures could easily give a thousand times as much
To their ”cause” without feeling the pinch or even a touch
So I guess it’s their minimalism which gets me going
I feel so…I don’t know….well it’s not the knowing
But always the same feeling, and it makes me long
To. . . . . at least the kids don’t clearly know right from wrong
But these adult figures, well I just can’t get my head
Around their attitudes and it always makes me see red.
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( Emotion is anger )
Entered in Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest “Emote”
Steamy summer love made our set.
Hot summer night, when we first met.
I kissed her neck; she looked in my eyes.
Drunk in mind and heart, to our surprise,
She took my hand; we kissed our first kiss.
I knew then, that night, it would be no miss.
Upon the sandy beach, we gazed at the stars.
Our night impressed by the red planet, Mars
Hours turned to morning daze, what a craze.
Dawn grew our blaze, a new day to praise.
Summer love was what we were adorning.
Our blend would rise above any adjourning.
Sweeter love then candy, glistening so sandy,
Summer love dandy, I love my darling Brandy.
Philly in pink haze
Skyscrapers tucked deftly
behind a string of trees
car trucking along Girard
unaware of amaranth mist
slowly adjourning into dark
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you look through the peephole,
does a pitchfork illuminate your adjectives of me
to make ammends, i attempt to prepare reconstruction soup
dismal is your evenly distorted reaction,
and it spreads like a plague colorfully seducing
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you tiptoe through your
personal daydream curiosity excursion,
do the thorns medicate the adjourning of your wrongful judgement
to reignite the luminosity of the art, i try to mediate the enlargement
of the minimal medium....hoping to plant New Seeds of Effervescent
Memorial Happenings....
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you frolic in your newly zigzagging
temperamental era, will the soft surroundings
in the wayward wind unite to provide the now unbeknownst
warmth of reality formerly monikered "WHAT ONCE WAS"
for the mere purpose of simply existing, once again i give the foundations'
lost a quarter of a whole to again begin hourly repolished works.....
to once again wish away on.....
I Am No Longer Young
I Am No Longer Young and had a yearning,
That became a desire which was burning;
A great game,
For you to name;
Find out why Congress again is adjourning.
Jim Horn
Might I'm wielding,
Coping dealing...
Blight unyielding,
Prying, peeling.
Writhing turning,
Twisting churning...
Mindless yearning,
Lauding, purring.
Stomach keeling,
Curdling, reeling...
Now repealing,
Good sense of being.
Thoughts reverting,
Sleepless, spurning...
Legs-a-stirring,
Nae adjourning.
Whipping wheeling,
Grip congealing...
Hope that healing,
Smites these feelings.
The grandkids have gone back to school
Eight-thirty ‘til eleven,
The days too short for even them,
At ages five and seven.
We walked them there and picked them up
But classes weren’t adjourning;
Instead, the laptops came on board
For blocks of online learning.
We’re in way over both our heads
On mouseless Chrome computers
And also on the hilly streets
Where they like riding scooters.
Despite some stress, we still had fun;
Our grandkids are delicious,
But getting back to full-time school,
Let’s hope is expeditious.
Every night
As I'm unwinding
With the light
No longer blinding
Comes my plight
Which was residing
Out of sight
But only hiding
In the distance
I hear it creep
Though resistant
I cannot keep
As it's insistent
That I peep
So To listen
Instead of sleep
With its grinding
It does so flauntingly
As it's reminding
That it's haunting me
Forever binding
I find so dauntingly
Inflicting my mind
As it's still taunting me
Every tick
Gives me a crick
As I'm stricken by its sticks
As they click
Its like a tick
That is flicking at my wick
Every tock
It never stops
I hear it knock just so mock
Like rock
About to drop
As it locks me in these stocks
Forever turning
Never ending
As it's burning
Whist descending
No adjourning
No more pretending
That whats discerning
Is still impending
Though by the day
It's sound is drowned
But still it's prey
It hounds me down
So when I lay
Im found and bound
To here it play
It go round and round
It watches with persistence
As it stalks me with its knife
As it notches at my existence
As it chalks away my life
So it reminds me that I'm doomed
As I'm sorrowed by its chyme
So I lie in bed consumed
That my life's on borrowed time
So it is I live a life decreasingly
Every second I can't retrieve
It's hands never releasing my
As I'm beckoned without reprieve
And I'll only sit here peacefully
When it's time for me to leave
And that will be when I cease to be
So for myself for now I'll grieve
As Im hindered by its infernal cumber
As relentless as its pursuit
I've surrendered, I'm just another number
And that it's pointless to refute
And I will face my eternal slumber
With not a word of a dispute
But only when I rest in a state of umber
And I'm pushing up the routes
So until then, when the bell doth toll
Pity me, allow my torchered soul untether
Let me fill this bottomless hole
With dreams of being free to stroll forever.
crisp chills at even
purple sun's among the stars
moon tangoes with Mars
gone the pinks and blues
prim garden club's adjourning
quite disappointing
squirrels gather nuts
red maple leaves in motion
green pine devotion
such black cherry skies
memories of morning gone
joys 'ere shades are drawn
Some memories concern, effrontery
is always yearn, like countenance sojourning.
Unkinds its words in retrospect's home turning,
first lifts remind, then drops behind with slurring!
So I can find in grace's mind occurring,
as when thy presence binds me with returning
to God's comply, a promise asking, burning,
like some residual's pry of my adjourning!
Why rest this heart in thy, if no ensuing
can ever bring apply, a new life hewing,
to greatness, you and I, God's will renewing,
togetherness and try, love's hope reviewing!
I want thy reason why ~
mine misconstruing,
wavers like desert winds take sky, annulling
this faith awry ~ beset by dust storm's brewing!