Best Closeup Poems
There it is again,
that feeling so ingrained
every time you say my name;
as if time has never existed
and every meeting we had was twisted
by destiny preordained;
with every first breath taken
as if we just met, reawakened.
A depth of memory recalls closeup
that tingling seething to speedup
where heartbeat can never keep up,
as if beating, living and breathing
would never be enough repeating
to keep in time and space so fleeting
in the constancy of you and me treasured
forever bound, love forever unmeasured.
The past comes in a dream,
pain I've worked so hard to forget;
holding back sadness and regret.
I see the place where I grew up,
and all the graves closeup;
and my house by a stream.
In my lone bed weeping,
listening to a train whistle;
the need to leave was abyssal.
Holding back tears I walked away,
into the world to stray;
but the past keeps creeping.
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May 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Dreaming of Those Years
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1143-059-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Musical Inspiration
sponsor, Joseph May
Inspiration Song - Holding Back The Years, Simply Red
Fourth Place
The Army was getting desperate in nineteen-forty-three,
For warm bodies to fill vacancies in the good old infantry.
Alas, the draft board beckoned causing his heart to sink.
Thus, began the notorious career of Private Roscoe D. Schlink!
He was a naive country boy from Bean Blossom, Indiana.
They sent him for training to Fort Fumble in Louisiana.
Only five-feet-four, he was issued clothes much too large.
"Don't worry, I'll make a man of you, son!" said old sarge!
At marching and drilling he proved less than deft.
He could never figure out his right foot from his left!
Sergeants growled at him with uncouth elocution.
Roscoe just couldn't do anything with sharp execution!
On long treks he was in the rear running to catch up.
Petulant sergeants ever screaming, "Closeup! Closeup!"
During inspections he amassed reams of damning demerits,
And spent many weekends paring heaps of taters and carrots!
Later in the heat of battle he reached deep within his soul.
When those with lesser mettle faltered, he assumed control.
That day his gallantry overshadowed others by far.
For his courage he was awarded the coveted Silver Star!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The Easter lily welcomes spring, it tells me the long cold winter was a fling. Their closed pods start to open up, showing their beautiful faces-giving me a look closeup.
Show your long petals as your face, it makes me want to put you in a pretty vase. Your green leaves, are easy to weave. The Easter lily welcomes Easter and the Maker, a time for a new birth in man and creator. Each year I know when the lily has arrived, that spring has now revived.
Date Written:5/9/2021
7 Place
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So
Far Contest Judged: 5/28/2021
Sponsored by: M. L.
Exuberant Light
Selfless rays spring from tonal anagrams
Crystal daybreaks that never know twilight
Released from the pure rhapsody “I Am”
Innocent of intention, free of night,
Nascent from infinity’s essence – light -
Unselfish benediction leaping up
Vitality born in perfection’s cup
Pure spirit, benevolent chivalry,
Enduring present animas closeup,
Crucible, animation’s ministry.
Breathless, lives without infected judgement,
Simply chanted bliss in the present tense
Torrents of chaste delight’s descant descent
Dainty clarity, effervescent zest,
Seeks no return – collects no interest -
Unselfish bounty - Eternal always –
Cascading lambent merriment of praise
No need of sun or moon nativity
Incorruptible abundance ablaze
Light sings everlasting festivity.
11-16-21
Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Syllables checked with PS
Somethings are meant to break
Some relationships are meant to fall apart
Turn to dust
This is a lost cause
You passed the line,
The one I call "the limit"
I want to walk away
But I have to see your face all day
It's not that I couldn't make it on my own
Running isn't as easy as known
I don't love you anymore
I tolerate you like a chore
You screwed it all up
There's not a drop of compassion, look closeup
I was shaken from my bed, two A.M. the clock read. Was I dreaming, no here it goes again should I be screaming. Wake up wake up, I said to my husband closeup. I got a sleepy grunt, go back to sleep it was a dreamy stunt. It was no dream, it was a quiver all over me like hot steam. The next day the news had about my shake, two A.M. we had an earthquake.
Date Written: 9/27/2021
Quiver
Note: True Story.~~~~RhymeZone
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Sponsored by: Constance La France
so much precious existence
found me rooted with mouth ajar
as sigh asper the dentin-cementum
so mud dear reader (with dem perfect
enameled pearly whites), aye har bar
envy for those with a complete set
of eight incisors, four cuspids (i.e. canines),
eight bicuspids, and twelve molars
(including four wisdom teeth) tabulating
many hours in the car (engendering
saddle sore bony tuckus)
plus regarding chunk whereat,
pernicious cementum funk
viz distraught psyche, when muss self as a lil monk
key decades after being examined
by family dentist Doctor Marcus (NOT WELBY),
excellent practitioner (button irate pulp pill
people ' especially children) eater – the grump,
whose private practice located
in Levittown, Pennsylvania,
and when prepubescent underwent
pertinent more explicit focused
intense noninvasive procedures
asper subsequent cause of speech impediment
determined why air didst jump
thru nostrils, (speech therapist at Henry Kline Boyer),
neither thin nor plump
informed parents
of Lancaster Cleft Palate Clinic –
fifty plus miles one direction),
where chief prosthodontist
Doctor Mohammad N. Mazaheri, DDS, an Iranian
whose expert reputation, sans strict manner didst trump
his aura, karma evincing clipped commands
forceful as a vocal whump
before launching into meat and potatoes
of crux comprising real aim
constituting modus operandi
(and cresting away from details indirectly tide
into main intent, nobody aye blame)
for thine dental debacle quandary
(managed by gumshun,
whereby eons hyperbolically toted beyond google),
and despite the optimistic stance
wool worth anesthetized numb skull claim
nascent malocclusion faintly affecting,
hinting, pointing toward Periodontitis
(despite diligence attending to oral hygiene frame)
the manifestation of major looming crisis compromising,
forgoing, instigating, et cetera loss of teeth,
this (after agony in league with separate occasions
twice wearing braces, concomitant Extractions
of wisdom and removal of crowdsourcing –
closeup toward the front of mouth teeth - game
Daily morning birds chirp to wake me up
Sometimes they form a singing group.
Through the sylvan windows with teacup,
I enjoy the early morning tranquility to warm up.
Some mysterious noise from the setup
I made for the baby squirrel, which was grownup.
Oh!I forgot it and started posting poems on poetry soup
It was hungry and so it nabbed my bread and ketchup
I watch the smiling flowers and dancing trees in closeup
Such a venerable day to startup
wondrous stuff is happening
awash within a silent bay
a cell appears, divides
and life reflected in its mother home,
a tender hydra will eschew its rest
and for a moment
infant man will stand in awe
a billion years beyond
how many oceans, galaxies away
would/could replicate
or yet enhance the theme?
what shapes a final product
sniveling in its own completeness?
and where is that impatient mind
that will not ponder limits
to a diadem?
what even pushes us to question
what we cannot know?
Is life the ultimate creation--
for we bear within, an innate prejudice
and then the path of danger when
without is unapproached.
what is it to advance?
Is there desire to force our own mutation?
or will we lie fallow
letting change progress,
rising with the wind to follow joy?
ignoring metamorphosis beyond?
the choice is entropy.
forsight will always shine
upon a new division
where it lurks
beyond a footprint.
one obstreperous fork
to madden every zealous heart
and closeup looks reveal infinity
within/without
while chaos is the cause
for celebration.
who or what may limit
man's imagining?
and who will portion out
the better from the best?
it is an awesome choice
and history seduces
with its virtue and its folly.
but we are history as well,
etching our wisdom in encapsulated time,
ignoring deadlines' visionless decrees.
and where but from within
will stir that motivating force
that most of us call god?
~
That About A Face
Previously responsible concerning an adolescent resplendent facial hallmark,
Awarded to privileges and sanctioned embellishment favoring enhancement,
Over time, years chip away unnoticeably o'er worn breathless moments,
Taunt texture of an arduous youth evaporates in a whimsical hallucination,
Face delicately immersed in a penny-filled wishing well made full by an Irish spring,
Whereby, encroaching four-leaf clovers anticipate deviating hands to favor,
For a wealth of squishing palms to rub gently the verdurous lucky
chartreuse petals,
Against foretelling fluctuating skin with moisturizing balms that saturates the aged cavities,
Alas, rebellious slaves to periodical moons ebb the epidermis as once kept promises reneges,
Former fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy of an ample supply of suppleness o'er a lifetime,
Where cherished glorious heyday occupied a magnificent proffered face for cameras to envy,
In the advance of time, I am content to gracefully tender the waning years for a fair measured distance as a camera poses for a closeup.
2019 December 22
CLICK…
Turn on Channel four,
Sultry starlets on the screen
For lasting beauty- use Maybelline
For winning smiles-try new Dentyne.
Turn the dial once more…
Aging actors on the screen
“You have our lifetime guarantee.”
“So, call right now, the call is free.”
Forget about ratings, the real Nielsen scheme-
They sell us to death the American Dream.
It wheedles; it whines; it badgers; it yells;
With wit and without, just simply to sell:
Gold MasterCard, taste a smooth Nestle´ bar,
How you can remove every childhood scar;
Seek out your true mate, reduce mortgage rates,
You need a loan? You don’t have to wait!
Leaders and gutters, Parkay- not butter,
Send a bouquet and make her heart flutter;
Grow beautiful nails, yes, please save the whales
That actor! His movie! All the details!
One snug Sealy bed, now talk to the dead,
Moments that matter, use Closeup instead.
STOP! ENOUGH!
CLICK…
Much better than butter, smoother than cream,
Free from the jingles that drive me to scream.
Now I can take my time and pursue
A worthier past time than just watching you.
I can learn how to cook;
I can read a good book;
I can go out for a drive
So that I know I’m alive.
But the will to walk out and just leave you is weak,
So it surely can’t hurt to have one more peek.
CLICK…
Imagine me up there on the screen,
Ha! The fearless con man’s scene.
Selling bath oil or lotions,
Hawking health food and potions,
Hey, maybe even perpetual motion!
CLICK…
Hmmm, but, with a new hairdo, a smart pinstripe shirt
And the right camera angle, which sure wouldn’t hurt.
CLICK…
Good God! I would do it better than him.
I want to kiss your pretty face
Around the world in every place
Where romance lives and shines so bright
Where every day is only night
Where we could simply ride around
In horse drawn carriage, sit spellbound
Through central parks and squares lit up
I'd look into your eyes closeup
And as the space grew less and less
Between our lips I'd close my eyes
What happens next, no need to guess
This shouldn't come as a surprise
I'd kiss you hard, I'd kiss you long
I'd hold you tight, desire strong
The horses reined, not free to roam
Until later on when we got home
media quotes some sources
"a major blow" is said,
and on, and on, they go
high-flying low-res video
of many, many miles below
pressin' technology's clout
to takin' part in takin' out
stamping listed targets
one, to number none gets
to meet oblivion's keeper
Hellfire missiles deemed cheaper
than puttin' brave boys
out where explosive noise is
what would the constituents say?
the press would have a field day!
pointin' fingers, backseat drivers
callin' callous, callin' liars!
they don't know what's out there
they don't think we know, or care
that blowin' up is tearin' down,
an' tearin' down is buildin' up
democratic principle all around
sure hits a terrorist's closeup
- that greyish blur monitored
I'm sure was just a mangy dog
animosity is not what it's about
freedom's beyond any self-doubt
collaterally accept and blot it out
it isn't a old woman, it isn't a kid
know what we know, hidin' what's did
that's why we just keep dronin' on
believin' someday we'll finally have won
© Goode Guy 2013-07-19
Her boobies hung outside the white lace cup.
Blending pineapple and whisky closeup.
Blender was not fully closed,
Everything inside exposed.
Woohoo, smoothie boobs to sit down to sup.