Best Duration Poems
I know of a pretty New Jersey lass
Who decided to vacation First Class
But on the very first night
Oh no! Cancelled flight
What a total pain in the ass
I'm sure her tomorrows will be better
Or she'll surely be posting a letter
If her plane don't take off soon
It could be worse than High Noon
She'll be angry, we'll just have to fetter
When things couldn't have gotten any worse
Once again she has to dip into her purse
For the flight is okay
But triple charges she'll pay
A vacation just shouldn't be a curse
.
Time does our earth presence sever
But the post office is clever
And offers for sale
For its eternal mail
A stamp that is good forever
Author's note: The idea that anything associated with this planet will be consumed "forever" is peculiar and laughable. It is also destructive in that business holds the truth in shadows.
I.
They are too much supper
And never enough. The stomach
Drops as does a basket of apples too heavy for the
Hands that carry it. Yet, each green orb is
So delightful, that to pluck even one from
Its woven nest seems wasteful.
I do not intend to feed the birds.
II.
Intensity of Romantic Hope never comes
To dinner without her companion, Fear of Rejection.
Their arms link in reluctant solidarity, and
Are perhaps the archetype for co-dependency.
Together they feed Anxiety, which is
Cyanide for hope, but Trust is
In the orchard climbing
Apple trees and filling baskets,
Her pockets, and
Calls down to her companions to
Bring the wheelbarrow too.
Those flurries of small specks
My mother called leaky faucet kisses.
Late sun winks from a power line
Beyond the neighbor's tree.
In heaven, where repetition's not boring-
Silver whistles of blackbirds
Needle the daylong day.
We are still on the air,
Still on the air they say.
Alas, due to the insidious coronavirus situation,
The guv ordered barber shops closed for the duration!
Now, I suppose that is of no concern to a bald-headed bloke,
But since I still have a few strands on my skull, it ain't no joke!
What am I to do sans my barber deftly wielding his shears,
Taking some off the top and trimming about my ears?
If the virus prevails many more months, I'm afraid,
That I must stifle my scruffy mane with a luxuriant braid!
3 cups of fruity pebbles
1 cup of vanilla cookies
1 cup of toasted coconut
1/4 cup dried cherries
Grind course in stood processor.
Mix in 2 cups of cream cheese
2 tablespoons of vanilla
5 tablespoons of carmel liquer
3 cups of flour
One cup of sugar
1/4 of butter
4 eggs
Mix until biscuit like dough
Make balls and deepfry golden brown
Serve with fruit and cream boulette
Whip cream!
What does God do for you?
A lot
He shields you from the evil One
He cares for you
providing you with all you need
So you won't go hungry
He loves you and takes care of you
Do you believe that?
You don't have to
The mere fact that you believe or not believe
does not dictate what He do for you
Whether sunny or rain
It all comes from Him
Whether you love it or not
It all comes from Him
So better believe it, okay?
It makes the duration easier
What duration?
a mossy boulder
all beings are born and die
and this one resting
Life is a storybook waiting to unfold,
Revealing details of every nature as it goes along.
Starting out with crisp new pages, ready to behold.
Building on the story it starts to take shape,.
The crisp pages are now a little worn.
\Chapter after chapter memories are made.
The unforeseen is unanticipated,
People go and pass.
The worn pages are slightly tattered.
Nothing to hold you back.
Time to have fun with no delays.
Escapades tear the tattered pages.
Some things are forgotten,
Now nearer to the conclusion.
Not a great deal to make known.
Patience is lost while keeping the pages together.
Simply tossed aside, occasionally visited,
Eventually disposed of for it no longer has life.
I hear the murmuring.
Is it the strength
ebbing away? Just
damned inconvenience,
when adulthood fails.
It's like the days
from my memory.
How fear wells up
with all its push-me-
pull-me.
Push-me-pull-me
waiting for rest.
Another's sorrow so
becomes my own.
I solemnly propose thirty seconds,
As it isn’t at all a search for diamonds
And hasn’t been delivering stronger, bonds:
Only pleasure-soaked “Ohs” and excited diphthongs
Almost always depleting a womanizer’s funds,
Wherefore intercourse should be a little longer than a cock’s
Or the time it normally consumes to put on ones socks...
Perhaps the time it takes a grenadier
To dive for cover after a throw
Or for the grudging handshake between a lack lustre brigadier
And a junior officer of more decorations and glow!
Preferably, the time it takes a cock
To perform its roles of a professional time announcer
Or the uninvited, not hard like a rock,
To be forcibly shown the door by a bouncer.
Duration
David J Walker
What sway does Indian Summer hold
Over the seasons scheduled departure
The meekness of the solstice told
Far less bold than cold or harder
I would have said my goodbyes
By now but still await its invitation
Coaxing to the ground the canopies
Of yellow, red, and brown
Challenging the summer duration
i'm hard
like ice
when she
comes to
me i
melt
During the duration of a [expletive]
It's what I read while here I sit
And as I ponder, each page I swipe
The time elapsed until I wipe
All the noises and a sneeze
And the red marks on my knees
It's a throne from which I plod
A.K.A. the porcelain god
The tale of a star
travels the circle, in life’s
blinking of an eye.
Destination to beyond
found in this sacred small space.