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 gains as she stares
Their lips entwine, his blissful rapture
Devours her heart from cares
Encapsulated, she can't escape
He clutches her in his arms
Her safe haven, her wedded love
His pearl preserved from harm
Her beating heart, a decelerate speed
Her aperture devoid of breath
His succulent waters drown her tongue
Compelling her closer to death
Solitary seclusion, her world in diffusion
Subverts her mind, subtracts her understanding
He gains her trust, thrusting utter confusion
Rest assuring her of a safe landing
She drowns herself to ceaseless sleep
In his grasp from detouring distractions
At her beauteous site, he rejoices and weeps
Absorbed in her FATAL ATTRACTION
Categories:
decelerate, allegory, christian, god, heaven,
Form:
Narrative
...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 gait, while others wait
to follow, as their lot must be,
will overtake those in your wake
with joyfulness and joie de vivre!
Though woes may darken your bright eyes,
decelerate your sprightly pace,
you ne'er will mention your despair,
and that, my love, is grace.
Categories:
decelerate, friendship, happiness,
Form:
Verse
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 I wear
As through lifetime I educate siblings
Endeavouring to develop their potential
To scale heights, to break through glass ceilings
Beyond the conventional and the unintentional
As I elect and select to reflect on reasons why
At crossroads complications sometimes arise
To conflate faith and pride in minds of the lie
Lost in a labyrinth where to no surprise
Confusion and division estrange sinners from thinners
In the midst of splitting hairs and spreading fears
Among the lost sheep who deem it unfit to hobnob with cleaners
Immersed in verses of gossip as on my face tears
Roll down, fall on my chest in my quest
Into well intended missions that fall by the wayside
Too low for zero as I invest efforts to test
Waters in altars of misconception and prejudice propelled by personal pride
Gone too far to dilute and denigrate the sanctity
The salvation mission entails among fishers of men
Who appreciate Jesus didn’t die on the cross to pronounce sinners guilty
But to save humankind and I from the odious omen
Misguided human lips with little knowledge utter
As they wallow in a sea of benighted bigotry
Where they play God and pronounce themselves better than the sinner in the gutter
Who pleads at the feet of Jesus to send her providential poetry
To open human eyes to tenets Christianity holds dear
Not because I say so or I should denounce the new millennium Pharisee
Whose grasp of the biblical truth swims in turbid unclear
Seas of ignorance where the blind and the benighted can’t see
Limitations and diminutions brought about by little knowledge
Raised to a puny pedestal
Wreaks havoc as it conflates sewage and sacrilege
To decelerate a hallowed harvest and cause it to stall.
Categories:
decelerate, poems,
Form:
Free verse
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 drive my sportscar. A half
Mile behind, the plastic of my meal
Rolling to a stop on the ashphault -
I grin at the radio. And I decelerate
Amongst the gridlock. Trapped within
The clogged artery of highway, I think:
I love the outdoors.
Walking by the homeless, chin raised,
I head for a boxing match. Briefly,
Eyes ablaze and watering, I cheer
For my troops - for clips of war
Telecast in a store window. And I
Lower my gaze to the sidewalk before
Strangers. Frowning at an obvious
Immigrant, I think:
I love my fellow man.
I love my fellow man.
Categories:
decelerate, social, love,
Form:
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.
Categories:
decelerate, silence,
Form:
Free verse
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 make my way to work
I've come to regard it as a petulant nuisance and a jerk
I crawl along at a tedious pace, often hitting the brakes,
Red lights flashing as long lines form like slithering snakes
Its tempo in the afternoon moves slower than a larghetto
Never music to my ears when I decelerate to its concerto
The horns I hear are not from an orchestra, I blow one, too
But to its maestro I must pay or he'll never allow me through
I've come to know the menace well and call it a buffoon
because of its rudeness to drivers who have to sing his tune
Then came the day I heard the toll would no longer be taken
and the rascally little cubicle was soon to be forsaken
No longer am I forced to dawdle as I drive along the road
Though I think its ghost remains, traffic has swiftly flowed
I sing along with the radio, in a pleasant voice I now croon
but never do I sing "There But For You Go I" from Brigadoon
Categories:
decelerate, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
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 put them there to dry. You might not call them selfish,
but perhaps you would, if you loved pecans as well as my wife and me
I am forgiving though about the pecans, because I enjoy watching them
walk and run atop the fence with very little effort. I tell you, I am captured as I watch them chase each other from limb to limb, or race up a palm tree and hide beneath those protruding stickers.
Their movements are so agile and quick; and they appear to be afraid and in a constant state of readiness. However, they could also be fearless, provided they are able to keep adequate distance from you. They believe it to be their right to any and every nut their little hearts desire,
without any regards to ownership.
Were I at work 9 to 5 or some other shift, I would not have learned such minor truths about squirrels; and had I not been retired, never would I have seen a squirrel outwit a cat who gave in and walked slowly away.
There’s a beautiful and wild kingdom out there my friend. Let’s enjoy it.
04222015 PS Contest, Animal Antics, Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
decelerate, adventure, animal, courage, funny,
Form:
Narrative
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 catastrophe
We have naturally come so far
Yet I feel so unnatural here
Aircraft mobiles cars cities and things
Overwhelming sophistication
Better to lie in my earthen bed
Feeling the pulse of my heart beating
Better to be the hawk in the sky
Feeling the wind ruffle through my wings
Categories:
decelerate, allegory
Form:
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.
Categories:
decelerate, nature,
Form:
Other
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 be,
will overtake those in your wake
with playfulness and joie de vivre!
Though woes may darken your bright eyes,
decelerate your sprightly pace,
you ne'er will mention your despair,
and that, my love, is grace.
Categories:
decelerate, love,
Form:
Quatrain
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 a sunset
One need not be soft and tender to enjoy the site of a purple rose
Or too busy to stop and gaze at a moving cloud
Nor need you be romantic to enjoy a sunset
One needs to celebrate little creatures of the wild
Before those senior years come creeping upon you
One must dare to decelerate and take note of a squirrel
Or follow the pathway of an ant as he passes your way
Or even find the time to save the life of a yard bug
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 put them there to dry. You might not call them selfish,
But perhaps you would, if you loved pecans as well as my wife and me
I am not aware of any scientific study on squirrels, but my personal observations have led me to conclude that they feel entitled to any and every nut their little hearts desire,without any regards to ownership.
I am forgiving though about the pecans, because I enjoy watching them
Walk and run atop the fence with very little effort; And I am captured
As I watch them chase each other from limb to limb, or race up a palm tree
And hide beneath those protruding stickers
O what large eyes they have, being so uniquely set for exquisite vision!
Their movements are so agile and quick, and they appear shaky and a bit over sensitive to their surrounding. Perhaps that explains why they seem to be in a constant state of readiness.
To some extent, I would say that they are also fearless, provided they are able to keep adequate distance from you.
Were I at work 9 to 5 or some other shift, I would not have learned such minor truths about squirrels; And had I not been retired, never would I have seen a squirrel outwit a cat who gave in and walked slowly away
Unlike me, you do not have to wait until retirement. There’s a beautiful wild kingdom out there my friend. Let’s enjoy it.
Cj04222015
Categories:
decelerate, animal, beauty, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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 that
Spurs us on
Is it questions such as these;
Does life temper our feelings?
Or do our feelings temper life?
Are pain and joy exclusive?
or are they conjoined?
Do pain and joy interrupt our lives?
Or do our lives interrupt our
Pain and joy?
So to break and take some time
We must to patch the holes from
Which our souls leak
But quell The quill we do accept
Though others may not understand
We do not wish to starve your feeding
It's just The need is there to
Decelerate, to stop, back up
And evaluate how best to
Patch the holes from which
Our soul leaks and seek the answers
to those painful questions
So once again we can create
Categories:
decelerate, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
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 have to wait
For lawmakers to get it straight
Special interest money opening the flood gate
Politicians playing with the innocent's fate
Backsliding always allowed to skate
The American people need to dictate
Our solution that wipes Washingtons slate
On how we govern our states
To ban assault weapons that only devastate
So we can decelerate and no longer tolerate
All of these shooters twisted hate
By letting our lawmakers know we will terminate
Sending our message we won't allow them to negotiate
This epidemic sending our loved ones to heavens gate.
Categories:
decelerate, anger, community, conflict, death,
Form:
Rhyme
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 be,
will overtake those in your wake
with joyfulness and joie de vivre!
Though woes may darken your bright eyes,
decelerate your sprightly pace,
you ne'er will mention your despair,
and that, my love, is grace.
Categories:
decelerate, love,
Form:
Quatrain
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 castrophes.
I don't feel like a pirate
Yet, we are sailing the seas
My husband navigates
And trys to educate
With rigidity which destroys my serenity.
Now I feel like a pirate
As my husband navigates.
Categories:
decelerate, adventure, appreciation, beauty, change,
Form:
Villanelle