Best Decelerate Poems

FATAL ATTRACTION
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His lucent light illumines her eyes
His face outshines the sun
His ethereal beauty unveils the skies
Her vibrant vision swiftly succumbs

Her silenced tongue, his intimate touch
His intangible hands sliding/slithering
Spiraling down with a gentle glide
Her body cold and shivering 

His fiery eyes ignite a flame
Her attention he...

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...for Juvie


Your glowing smile, like children laughing, 
radiates like fire through frigid spells, 
your own merriment enriches, 
its appeal like distant bells. 

Your auburn hair, like gossamer, 
distilled by zephyrs' gentle beat, 
rejoices on your shoulders like 
the errant play of summer wheat. 

Your jaunty...

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A little smile delights my soul
A little money appreciates my life
A little love achieves my goal
A little care flatters my wife 

Strengthening my resolve to perform better
Duties and responsibilities I bear
In my role as family pace and trend setter
In spite of mundane outfit and suit...

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Eating a hamburger, chasing it down
With milk, I sit in the dismal
Heat of the August sun. The UV rays
Searing my leather boots, I perspire
Beneath my furcap and sheepskin
Gloves. And I am hunting. Patient for
Prey, clutching my rifle, I think:
I love animals.

Toothpick dancing, hair flowing, 
I...

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Silent One?? Quiet Mind??

Silent one, quiet mind; no.
It never ceases, it never reposes. 
Constance is what it seeks.
'You', you wish to decelerate
You wish to slow its pace.
When?
Silent One, Quiet Mind....

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It greets me twice a day, morning and afternoon
Not pleasantly like a song from the musical, Brigadoon
No, not this structure that awaits me like a vigilant spy,
reminding me of the play's song, "There But For You Go I."

Each morning it slows me down as I...

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One must dare to decelerate and take note of a squirrel.
I am learning what it’s like to observe a few note worthy ways
and sometimes selfish behaviors of squirrels in my back yard.
Like the time that a squirrel took my pecans from my makeshift
platform after I...

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Street-lights golden nuggets on a plane
I shimmer with anticipation
Aircraft dips left like a soaring hawk
Golden eyes zero in on its prey

Aloft and descending turbulence
Undercarriage open like talons
Binocular vision so alert
As screeching rubber thumps the tarmac

Decelerate adrenal glands pump
Undoing buckles my thoughts floating
About casual normality
Within casual...

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Your glowing smile, like children laughing, 
radiates like fire through frigid spells, 
your own merriment enriches, 
its appeal like distant bells. 

Your auburn hair, like gossamer, 
distilled by zephyrs' gentle beat, 
rejoices on your shoulders like 
the errant play of summer wheat. 

Your jaunty gait,...

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In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous ~Aristotle 

Snapdragons in bloom,
and I celebrate
ending yuletide gloom.

I don't deliberate
reasons for happiness,
I simply decelerate

from winter's crappiness~
tuning nature's loom;
enjoying flowers' flashiness....

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Squirrel Watching
By Curtis Johnson

Many are we who live and die, having never taken the time to smell the roses
Or to behold the sometimes breathtaking beauty of a cloud in the sky
Nor even to take a drive to the west side of town, and stare at...

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To break and take some time 
we must To patch the holes 
from which our soul leaks

Recharge, reset, remember why
The pen we chose to embrace

 Still there arises a time for
Every poet that calls us
To decelerate, to stop,  back up
And evaluate what it is...

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I grew up believing America is so great
Only to learn that its people live in a divided state
So many innocent loved ones dying at an alarming rate
Why won't congress put assault weapons on their plate
For grieving families, it's much too late
Why must the American people...

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Your glowing smile, like children laughing,
radiates like fire through frigid spells,
your own merriment enriches,
its appeal like distant bells.

Your auburn hair, like gossamer,
distilled by zephyrs' gentle beat,
rejoices on your shoulders like
the errant play of summer wheat.

Your jaunty gait, while others wait
to follow, as their lot must...

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I don't feel like a pirate
As I travel along carefree.
My husband navigates
Us through the channels, as boats, ships, and
Tankers, accelerate and decelerate.
He is definitely the captain on this journey.
I don't feel like a pirate
I celebrate
All I see.
My husband navigates
As he operates
Our boat with out any...

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