Best Drag In Poems
I’m at the table locked in
Eyes sharp
No slack
Clocking every twitch you make as I’m running it back
You’re shuffling like you’re steady but your pulse says no
And I’m reading every crack in the confidence you show
I don’t bet on luck
I bet on the slip
On the breath you hold
On the shake in your grip
You smirk like you’re loaded with a hand worth gold
But your fingers freeze up and your story unfolds
I learned this game broke
Grinding hand after hand
Turned every bad beat into part of the plan
Now I’m stacking up the pot while you’re stuck guessing
I don’t chase cards
I chase who folds while stressing
So when I drag in the chips and the whole room knows
Just remember
I didn’t win on the cards
I won on the tells you chose
Anyone who mountain bikes on a wilderness trail,
especially where wildlife predators are known to prevail,
are all performing a very unsafe and dangerous thing,
that could end fatally or seriously life threatening.
Wildlife preditors like bears have very poor vision,
so when they see a blur moving fast off in the distance,
it looks very similar to prey desperately running,
and that will trigger the bear's predatory instinct,
and at the very least will pursue the biker for investigation,
and if you happen to mountain bike fast past a mountain lion,..
.. well, place a house cat on the floor and drag in front of it a string.
The mountain lion will respond to the biker in the very same fashion.
When it comes to wilderness trails, your safest option is walking.
Wintertime, and the snow is now falling.
Trees are bare, and the wind blows through them
Holes in the cabin, and we feel like its freezing.
Dad must bring some good warmth to all of us.
Drag in some thick logs, and the fireplace is ready.
Then, we’ll surely find plenty warm woollen clothes.
Look, sweet child, the lake is all thick and icy.
Let's go skating and we'll enjoy all this day.
(NB Whether I succeeded or not I leave this to your judgement. I tried to write a poem on wintertime using the famous song Summertime. I apologized if I failed.)
A lot said of Almighty’s modeling
Just a few minutes to lunchtime ding
Persons like thee make any evidence of such perish
You came out hot from a specific idea
From the horizon of my world
Your image burns like the Maghreb sun
As a mortal of black earth that was once green
I made special effort to collect my mouth after a grin
Which you planted scientifically upon me through a glance
Oh my poor scotched heart how will it ever decode
The messages you send from your bosom?
Upon the part of my lips
Your sweet name leaps
Straight into niche of memory
Gazetted for cauliflory
Creating a colony
There with live pixels
May the heavens bless your viability!
Your flower to be sweet upon maturity
And your virtues be multiplied as your pollen
My nose will never tire to drag in your perfume.
“A Cheeky Business”
Hot
Cross
Buns
You
smile when
She’s crazy mad
She’s
so
cheeky
all Her
bullets
are diamonds
She
makes you
laugh out loud
when you are
grey skies
sad
She's
a terrible
poet
kind of
cute
kind of
good
kind of
bad
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Look” / Sébastien Tellier
https://youtu.be/8jL0vy2YaDg
“Ours is essentially a tragic age,
so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened,
we are among the ruins,
we start to build up new little habitats,
to have new little hopes.
It is rather hard work:
there is now no smooth road into the future:
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
We’ve got to live,
no matter how many skies have fallen.”
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
“When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don't know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.”
D.H. Lawrence
“Life and love are life and love,
a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets,
and to drag in the idea of a point
is to ruin everything.
Live and let live,
love and let love,
flower and fade,
and follow
the natural curve,
which flows on,
pointless.”
D.H. Lawrence
LYRICS/ "Look", Sebastien Tellier
https://genius.com/Sebastien-tellier-look-lyrics
Bags upon bags upon piles within piles of bags
Yes, teachers are the ultimate bag-ladies.
Rarely but occasionally a bag-man steps into our midst
But here at the elementary school it is usually women
Who drag in carrying bag upon bag upon pile upon pile upon bag.
I meet them at the door sometimes to help them out
Relieving them of two or three of their six to sixteen bags.
Some are filled with granite and ice sculptures.
I always try not to choose those.
One of our teachers works at two schools.
She has chains sticking out of her purse.
The blue chain is our school. I know better than to unbalance her.
I meet her, grab the blue chain, and unlock her door when I see her.
She is carrying six “big gulp cups” – the thirty-two ounces.
I had to give up soda pop five years ago.
Too much flatulence, and the children are
all at the wrong level for that.
Living in the now of which I claim
Tomorrow is just a waiting game
A day we think of so much that never came
Of living my life in the moment I proclaim
'One day' takes all the blame
The basis for fear and shame
For I am here and now
Playing out this moments game
My mind can drift a spoiler that makes life lame
Keeping my focus my aim
Will not drag in of what became
Stroking a spark into a flame.
17.2.2021
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: All Yours Feb 17(First Place)
Death
will come
to all who
pay their taxes.
The love of money
only creates
a deadly
fiscal
drag.
Fiscal drag in economics is the process by which, during inflation, rising incomes draw people into higher tax brackets, so that their real incomes may fall; this acts as restraint (death) to the expansion of the economy.
We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil
We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion
A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim
Repent
~
Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow
Repent!
For the kingdom of God is at hand!
Through a choiced drama
Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!
Alone on an island far and free,
Life survives amid the sea.
Neither wind nor swirling sand can tempt,
Life from its heavenly tent.
No life is safer no joy more complete
Than be from beneath the tempter’s feet.
Hunger and thirst entice the soul
Within the flesh they quickly grow.
The scourging wind, and blistering sun
Rake the skin and sear the tongue.
Death’s hovering flight prowls the day
And chill of night.
As steps become weaker
And drag in the sand,
Whispers of hope lend forth a hand;
“Where dwells salvation swells from a Spring;
Therein is safety and pastures of green.”
The smoke filling up the crowded room;
I drag in the rain.
I hear strangers talking but they have nothing to say.
Outside I waited and she never came.
I wonder if she only leaves to hide away from me,
And comes back when she’s bored enough to need.
All at once when it was finally warm,
I followed her home like a summer storm.
Then watched her drift away.
I picked up where the words left off,
And got lost in what she wouldn’t say.
In the end it was,
“I don’t know if I feel the same.”
I remember it like the first night she stayed.
I pull myself out into the hard, starlit street.
Where everyone laughs and lies through their teeth;
I pick myself off of the ground at her feet.
And walk home; the empty bedroom, the smothering heat.
The smell of her still from this week.
I gouge out; I hollow myself to sleep,
Shaking out the abandoned dreams.
“I won’t be staying for a while,”
She says, then leaves.
When the dusk conquers the whole...
The flowers drag in its petal whorl...
As the sun hides in the distant dark cloud...
The deserted streets exclaim its pain aloud...
When all the clouds come closer in sky and darken..
Pearl like rain drops eagerly fall to have fun...
They join together,grow larger,travel as they like...
Through the streets and unto the houses they hike...
It seems as if the whole sky started to weep...
For an unkept promise witnessed by the plains and steeps...
Which still echoes down the hill and over the seas...
Left unheard,unattended by the growing race...!!!
Roaring like a beast,the winds question...
Venting its woe for the agony of its haven...
Waving in the winds the trees ask for the reason...
Hiding its pain,the skies blame the season...
Something so intense decrees it not to reveal...
An agape fills the ambience and tends to heal...
The clouds clear out and the rains recede...
With moments of serenity to succeed...
Trees,flowers and all creatures rejoice and laud...
As the sun rises and glows like molten gold...
The soothing cool rise of this new dawn...
Hides the traces of heaving emotions of the heaven...!!!
My shadows are tender and easy to miss,
Like a smile seems innocuous, stealthy as kiss,
Still these shadows add weight, create drag in our life,
Though they rarely, if ever, cut deep like a knife!
Too, sunlight wracks havoc though most never feel
All its subtle intrusions till later we peel;
It brings low orbit satellite’s life to an end,
Just the pressure of sunlight can make craft descend.
A shadow's like weed's buried seeds in the ground.
They can spring up in garden where Love should abound,
Weeds drain soil of the nutrients man’s harvest needs
If our vigilance fails us, then entropy (1) leads.
Pay heed to your shadows; they're baobab trees, (2)
That if left unattended, bring worlds to their knees,
Yes, ‘The Little Prince’ (3) warned us, and he’s just a child,
Let us pray that the future won't find man defiled!
Examine your light source if it comes from man,
Try to filter it often before choosing clan,
For all men are your brothers when push comes to shove,
Can a winner rest easy who owns bloody glove?
Long Tooth
November 10, 2017
Poet's Notes:
(1) Entropy is a concept related to the degree of “disorder” found in the universe. At the instant of the “Big Bang,” the disorder was “Zero” or perfect. As time goes on however and the stars all burn out and die, the disorder will presumably be “infinite.”
(2). A “Baobab Tree” is an African tree that can look like anything from a “Coke” bottle to a large “Elm Tree” that has been hit multiple times by lightning! In short, the Baobab is extremely primitive, twisted, and unique (but to me) ugly species! But it is a valuable source of vitamin C to native people.
(3) "The Little Prince" is a favorite book by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
touch me sky... as you touched him
spiraled cathedrals of twirling color
eyes dare not see.... in voices
the deaf drag in silence... screeming
there pears in the mud.
Van Gough heard them cry...
his sacred fingers to feel the knife
that slung his spirit to those stars
and(............. i, * ** *
can only hope to look...
following in a painting bright.
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You can be a turtle, a deer, a buffalo, a dog, frog or a sphynx,
But you never know true love until you have fallen for a lynx.
I have a pair of them, and they adore me upside down and inside out.
They give me joy and companionship; they truly make me shout!
You may refer to them as bobcats, if you grew up seeing them this way.
No difference to Hansel and Gretel, they still hunt down their prey.
Their silent padded paws help them hunt with the best of the beast.
When they drag in their carnage, we have a wonderful meat feast!
They were found by me as babies after hunters got their mother.
They are happy with me, and even more happy with each other.
A brother and a sister, they like to prowl and hunt at night.
I sigh a relief when they come home, knowing they’re all right.
They can run fifty miles an hour, faster than most cars on our road.
I like watching them skedaddle, when they are in chase mode.
They like to curl at my feet and listen to stories, and sigh.
And no burglar has ever bothered me. Don’t you wonder why?