Best Capsule Poems
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Just a Little Scribble
~ Simply me ~
Sunday October 25th, 2020- Poem of the Week
A shored life
awakes the old
patience is a virtue
a wondrous light
a way for the world
one way passage
yielding trifles
abundant returns
nameless faceless
novelties in scrolls
constant to air
The Book of Life
accounts tallies
clearly visible
hidden from sight
chance of a lifetime
warps through glass
bottled sealed.
Seeds are nature's progeny en-capsuled.
Life's germ in suspended animation,
Awaiting the trigger to grow, scheduled
By warmth, rain, season to spark gestation.
Tiny seed has script to create tall trees
Using DNA code coiled in germ cells.
Shoots sent skyward, roots down, through the soil squeeze
To play out the process, the code foretells.
Seeds stored for decades remain viable
Kept in seed banks to save diversity,
When tree survival unreliable
Through habitat, climate adversity.
Seed banks are time capsule stores, that sustain
Old species, with chance to spring up again.
Will this be consider one
of the pieces left
behind in a puzzling world
I ask who will judge or go
into this time capsule
for themselves just
to find out what was going
on or what they have miss
in a world that was destine
to a system that in some way
we all had to follow
a time capsule has been filled
re-vitalized with happenings
and events of history treasures
Perhaps there will come a day
when it will be explored
Directions will pace these
new adventures of mine
that was saved for a moment
in time
How often have I
had to realize that today
there will be a tomorrow
leading to a future that's
not promising, but for sure
there's hope for all to cling too
You try. Everyday you try.
You get up, search, write, you hit apply.
You do the same cycle; wash, rinse, clean.
You hope that in every solitaire, a reply will come after.
You wait, and wait, and wait.
Sometimes, you get nothing, sometimes you get objections.
You try. Everyday you try.
When will you do? Do you know what to do?
That one day will come. In time, you'll know. . . you'll do.
Submerge into the ocean of an unforgettable history
Love remained as a time capsule
Drown into depth, someone has evoked the same memory
Being alive is being a fool
For an umpteenth time she stumbled
Love remained as a time capsule
Falling for the unfinished story which yet crumbled
She creates a remedy to cure her cracks
For an umpteenth time she stumbled
Mrs. Time traveler forget about what she has
A happy whole family still not enough
She creates a remedy to cure her cracks
A distinct language uttered with whole heart and love
She was out loud, but none for what hers
A happy whole family still not enough
She intoxicated by her own universe
She was out loud, but none for what hers
Submerge into the ocean of an unforgettable history
Drown into depth, someone has evoked the same memory
WHAT IS TIME CAPSULE
I am sixteen stealing my father’s cigarettes.
Learning an independent thought is not valued.
Turn the attention spin. This is a kissing game.
Pucker up. This is going to be a disaster.
A smooth whistle, I don’t think he will disapprove
if I drowned until there is a prince saving me.
Hold back all emotion or it will be dark dawn at noon
A whiskey fight because I keep telling people I’m fine.
Truth spin, whose turn to be in charge, give meaning
create order. It’s your turn to shine Stardust.
Humdrum routine bicycle backwards time skips and erases
An old tear heart breaks the weather like rain.
I’m getting too vague. Slow down to specific detail.
They used to call me, evil twin, Medusa, four eyes.
I need something good a new jacket. Bookkeeper
teach me how to live like an open eyed swan.
People tell me I’m not looking or listening. I’m overwhelmed.
Deep sob Let’s celebrate A sunny day
My warts are ugly and I want them to go away.
Let go of that Anger. Don’t get prepared for a scrap so quick.
I’m a young bastard that really likes Bob Dylan.
If you could leave behind a time capsule
What kind of things would it hold
It could be something brand spanking new
But to them, it would still be old
Would it be some kind of music?
Maybe your favorite song?
Not any of that beatnik stuff
Well, cause, that would just be wrong
What about a photograph?
You know, like Marilyn Monroe
Wait, I'm only kidding
My wife done told me "No"
Not to change the subject
But I've got a question to ask real fast
If you're walking, while looking in a mirror
Does it mean you can see the past?
Sorry, I don't know where that came from
I won't let it happen anymore
Now, getting back to the time capsule
You know, what we were talking about before?
Maybe, leave them something scary
Like a picture of my mother-in-law
I wouldn't do that to my worst enemy
And to them I didn't know least of all
Well, I'm sure you'll think of something
That you would want to leave behind
My wife said I couldn't participate
Cause, there's no telling what they'll find
Excited, and hearts beating with anticipation
five of us held hands... declaring, "We're in this together!"...
We rose into the clouds,..as fast as a bullet
In a stainless steel capsule...like amateur astronauts, ...
We looked at each another with wide eyed expressions.
"Such country bumpkins!"...."Do we look it?" I laughingly asked my husband....
Blood in our veins rushed with nervous excitement
"Hey, kids, count the floors!...Can you truly believe it?"
"Almost to the top!!" Then, they'll open the door
A soft spoken gentleman, wearing a bushy, yet neatly trimmed, mustache,
smiled and said to us...."Your first time, I can see?"..
He wore a uniform, (host, or guide, I supposed)... with the warmest smile.
"If you like,....I can point out places of interest for your children?"...he offered, kindly.
Our three children nodded in delight.
When the steel doors opened, we stepped into a large room
Making our way through the milling crowd, we found a spot for observation.
Our mustached gentleman, chuckled when we gasped for air,
then saw for the first time, the incredible views...
As if looking down from heaven...
City lights flickered on, and we knew what it was like to look upon the stars...
Only, this time, the constellations were below us...!
A magnificent city spread out before our eyes...
Stunned speechless, we were breathless...
Our new friend pointed out Ellis Island, the bridges, Statue of Liberty...
"Oh yes", ....he said,...."over there, ....is New Jersey"
"And there,...that is Staten Island. "Do you see the ferry?"
A toy it was, upon the bay.......so calm it was upon the day
He charmed our young daughter, and impressed our sons with his knowledge..
Here...on top of the world... in a magnificent twin marvel....
Oh, dear God....the innocence....of all the unknown...
Oh, dear God....the significance of what we now know...
one brief capsule of time....
in company of one kind gentleman, who wore a friendly mustache
We will never forget that day................or him................. Oh, dear God....
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True story....and dedicated to the kindness of one stranger....
ME CAPSULE
09-30-2015
Prudence incarnate
Enticing and exciting
Reckless / selfish
Compatible up until
The consumption of chemicals
The emotion blotted, the romance killed.
Imprisoned by her
Enamored and rotted
I writhe in her field.
Lost and forgotten
Heart-lorned and haunted
By her intensity
Shadows lock her heart
The moon, the night
Nothing shall keep this apart.
Except for ourselves.
Except by her.
Derision
Indecision
Anchored by ghosts
Falling away
Freezing me out.
Torture to heart.
Diseased in judgment
Forgiveness? The cure.
The virus is doubt.
Poetic Time Capsule
The words you see from me are
not necessarily a reflection of how I
feel at that given moment.
Sometimes they are a reflection of
a way I felt at a prior time, a moment
caught in a poetic time capsule that,
for one reason or another, was not
released until sometime after it was
created.
Sometimes the moment may have
passed years ago, yet I felt, for
one reason or another, the
need to poetically capsulize it.
Whatever the content of the
capsules, know that every one of
them, for one reason or another,
are medicine to my soul.
She trickles and puddles in pools of warped fabrications,
With insipid and sheepish defenses,
She clouds my concentration of clarity and washes away the pitiful pigment—
Swallow.
Swallow the mystic pain of proper awareness,
And as the tremor of repulsive reality flumes over me,
Every sense is sharp, cruel, and plastered on the wall of grief,
I am catatonic.
Pop one, two, three down the rabbit hole of ignorant bliss,
And become conscious.
Conscious of my role in the game of deception,
And of my inept, used, and trampled body.
The exasperated shades deluge my blind feeble eyes,
Yet still I yearn for the pill of knowledge.
Whats in the news today
and how much snow is on the ground
they say in the paper there is 2 600 homeless people
in my home city
but word of mouth and the people who work in the centers
estimate its more like 5000
so I ask
is this a protest of a country who has been lied to
who was led to a war that did not concern them?
who demands to have their own backyard of chemical warfares cleaned up?
Is this a protest against war of I'll never pay taxes
but I'll humble my own country
turning innocent men into serial killers
who join the smuftee killing patriots levelling a country flat
firing machine guns at innocent men listening to dance music
not to mention the reports of raped thirteen year olds and arson
and parents being forced to witness the whole thing before being executed
So I ask
wanna know about terrorism
as winter approaches
and you know soon
you're gonna be walking amongst streets
of frozen corpses
because there is nowhere left for them to go
and the soldiers join forces with some other country who feeds you
lies through the television
and then your own backyard says were going in to peace keep and the truth
surfaces that yes it is an all out war and we've been lieing all along
5000 homeless
a protest?
a government abnormality of one city?
terrorism of chemical warfare
and we're told some government across the ocean
can't handle their own nightmare of terror and assassins
so we have to go in to attack them
even though 9-11 under rug swept from years ago through our books of lies
was an event they catapulted unto somebody else!!!
5000 homeless
are we under attack?
Is that why no ones worried about the seial killings
of hookers turning up in fields anymore that farmers keep reporting?
Is taht why every neighborhood is swarmed with druglords and junkies?
and the prison that houses 300 has more than 700 people in it?
and all i see in my head are frozen corpses
and now i'm wondering
do the professionals im amongst
helping me through this rough patch
are they on medication too?
did we point the finger in the wrong way?
Is it US or them
and what does that have to do with the price of tea in china ask the British?
but what does my underground know of saints
divine intervention and methods to madness?
This is a flag planted in territory I could not hope to control.
A buoy dropped in space that will never be sighted again.
A desperate note protected by a fragile bottle in the fathomless oceans.
Why does a craftsman labor to build an instrument that he knows cannot possibly function?
I have no answer, though I must be driven by that same force as I vainly attempt to tether time.
14 April 2021
Tight spaced enclosure
Swelling of my own inner expense
A feeling as if it is over it is over
What else is there to give?
Living as though incapuslated
Fearful of the future for that has gone cold
Never thought of usefulness until my day of old
Memories and recollection of a deep
Meaning of expression and pure being
Wrapped inside consumed by my mind
Outlet I find you my outlet I chose to write
Sanctuary for temporary relief to a proper state
Mindset and value a capsule never can replace
Balance improperly diagnosing the levels measuring up
Downward a spiral of nothing works ship has sunk
Try again another new instead of believing the strength he bestowed upon you
Faithfully finding and guided me back
To a place where my capsule may be a healthy outlet
I repeat what this is to me
A special way I am comfortable to outwardly release
Trauma pain and loss of what once was
My confidence and security of safety from them
Those whom are more large than I
More than just by size by ever building lies
This place they have boxed the design into lines
A captured beauty essence that has gone frail to wither and die
I try to water mine every morning
In the belljar where my heart is kept in my chest saved from all the rest
Protected shell aware and walled up existence a hell when bottled up
Tending to the watery grave at the center of that spot
A dark place a hole never fills or goes
No matter how much I attempt to hide this truth
My heart capsule has more missing less to lose
Which is why I try to tend and to care
For myself for me I chose this method to share