Best Expeditiously Poems
Plans for life at prolonged range
Where everything is glebe strange.
No more strain prompt from the past
I have concealed it fully at long last.
Memories of mine for what I've been
I sanctified that filthy slate clean.
Expeditiously, I will be among the few
I look forward to my hereafter new.
Soon all flashback will get depart
I will have recourse to A NEW START.
tonight as we sit here
on the banks of the creek
the opalescent light of moon
slips momentarily
beneath a cloud
and i am swept
in the depths of you
night's breath is rising
then falling delicately
across my almost bare skin
i shiver beneath the warmth
of your tender touch
as it mingles in
i see the flicker of stars
reflecting back from your eyes
and i am lost somewhere
between the folds of darkness
and love's empathetic hold
the incandescent light of the moon
casts a shadow atop the water
that dances in the ebb and flow
alluring me further in the depths
i am swept away
expeditiously by its current
i arch my back and surrender
beneath its force
captive like the moon
within her sky
my reflection emerges
equally full
July 2, 2019
Her love is virtue,
Closely knit their hearts mend each others broken pieces,
Like improper fractions,
God reserved his souvenir pocket watch to form this love,
With his alarm set for eternity,
This love is meant to last forever,
The slits barricaded in her heart are suddenly healed by his touch,
Dark heavy residue on his heart is cleansed by her beauty,
The friends on the outside say this is advancing to expeditiously,
Only if they could feel the high caliber of the shots fired by Cupid into our souls,
They could gain understanding,
Like the civilians joined by hands exiting the debris of the trade towers,
United we stand,
Together we overcome.
Tempestuous gales imbued the horizons about
Thunder and lightning charged the dense sky
Watching shards of a rainbow swiftly fleeing
Flashing blacks and greys permeates the eye
Forsooth the heavens were vexed with rage
Hearken to the voices of the gods this day
Echoing through the mountains and valleys alike
There was no denying this mighty display
Expeditiously it came, like a furious beast
With a hefty breath, it suddenly dissipated
It was as if, the gods had been satisfied
Some way or another, they had been compensated
Within a heart beat, the birds took flight again
Flying in the wind, for now, they were immune
The elements now all calm, brewing in their guise
Don't play with this woman, she's a wild typhoon
Oh, dear what could the matter be?
At twice the ripen age of three
Was standing to bat at the tee
Though staring blankly at a tree
“Take a swing,” the coach was a she
Agreeing, taking it firmly
Hitting and Sending the ball free
Then sprinting expeditiously
A slide worthy of the laundry
“Keep running,” they all said loudly
“What? Huh? Run?” I said breathlessly
The other team look on eagerly
“Oh, ya,” was the last to hit, lovely
Taking two steps, "out!" no mercy
That's it. No more baseball for me
My last t-ball activity
February 11, 2018 Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
"Missed"
if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.
lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of strength,
hard and cracked, yet so
tangible survives underneath
it all, firmly remains.
the thistle with
its royal violet inviolate crown,
its thorns like swords,
persistent, makes its way
to what little light
endures, holds out,
shoots its way through
the fallout clouds.
it blooms
like a revolution.
never changes its
regiment colour.
beauty in survival
allays arid memories
and relishes the rain
to grow new life;
and like a thistle
the petals will-o-wisp
like a halo up into
the sky, far away,
but the roots
remain fixed
strong and
militarily resilient,
day after day.
romance comes
in the flurry of snow
falling on an
upturned face,
faith in something
of grace, offers
a smile that sings
still life doesn't exist here,
tongue outstretched
sensually tasting
a poisonous life
remembering
the last naked
tryst and how
one survived
the assassin’s kiss,
though the shooter
didn’t fare that well.
the shooter
perhaps loved
the target,
too much.
the target saw
the transparency,
reality of truth,
a subtle softness
pouring out
in the bleed, could win
through
the atomic
missed.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“This is what comes of military training”, she said, ”born and bred from military - both air and land forces - one becomes habitually practiced and intuitively alert to the enemy's position. Strategically, one is always lethally equipped, both psychologically and physically, in surviving wars on the mortal plane. Particularly, much later in the singularity wars, for a neural neophyte piloting those missions of slippery inter-dimension”.
In the days to follow, this quality in her would stand her well, in both dark and light fields, contradictory yet complimentary, the two warring co-ordinates of the Cross Field in the new domain. It was the place of the in-between worlds, where her mission would be implanted and eventually executed, expeditiously and with great success. Much to her detriment.
Oh, dear what could the matter be?
At twice the ripen age of three
Was standing to bat at the tee
Though staring blankly at a tree
“Take a swing,” the coach was a she
Agreeing, taking it firmly
Hitting and Sending the ball free
Then sprinting expeditiously
A slide worthy of the laundry
“Keep running,” they all said loudly
“What? Huh? Run?” I said breathlessly
The other team look on eagerly
“Oh, ya,” was the last to hit, lovely
Taking two steps, "Out!" no mercy
Then overheard my mother shout
"Son, no frets, those stains will come out"
Standing next to her was my dad
Two thumbs up, "Son, it's a Tide ad"
February 14, 2018 Updated 5/14/2019
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Black band t shirts
And faded blue jeans
Combined to clothed creativity
In a child who silently screams
Isolated and introverted youth
Cynicism constantly growing
Dark moments and blue bruises
Covered by the logo showing
Mind numbing frailties
and paralyzing self-doubt
His world is ten feet of shadow
His idols help him speak out
Vicariously living through artists
Empowered by lyrics of truth
Clenching expeditiously to music
Blasting headphones wipe out his youth
Chaotic reality, psychotic dreaming,
Numbed by bottles over the years
A passionate poet sleeps within him
Blank pages are the ears of his peers
Yet the ears of society are his target
An abundance of epic collections
He will not leave every pondered piece
Only the greatest of his finest selections
To be treasured or trashed?
Is his struggle shared by the masses?
Will his words synchronize his generation
Or become a mere fad which passes?
Questions to be answered by the future
Yet his idols have taught him to dream
For if not today, tomorrow will bear,
Children of band t shirts and blue jeans
Love means unconditionally to me
It never means conditionality
Never down your neighbor’s leg should you pee
Never use its rain as excuse, you see
.........
Contentious relationships will decay
Don’t just love your neighbor, love him today
Keep heart and home open consistently
To benefit most from love’s harmony
.........
Though one’s own Agape may be sloppy
No cause to pee on another’s copy
Just stay with self alone if love seems gone
Unconditionally await love’s dawn
.........
Love never dies, or a child counts the cost
When love is gone, it’s your child who is lost
Unconditionally, expeditiously
Agape returns conspicuously
.........
Prerequisites stifle heartfelt offers
Leaving you lonely with empty coffers
To know true love is our Lord’s greatest gift
Refuse to let squabbles cast hearts adrift
For Lay's What Love Means collaboration challenge
Co-written by Carolyn Devonshire and John Freeman
All answers want to be given unto you
As swiftly as you can illustrate them
Point to their essence, serenade them
Aboard this passing ship, my view casts not a glare, nor reflection, nor stare,
Roaming freely as the Earth through the timeless air
My outer shell is my greatest inception
Yet as time comes to a crashing halt,
The faintest glimpse of the Strange and the Familiar approach together
As the rime of my belt
A horticulturist’s dream says I
The blackened period that wallows alive
Deprived, sanctioned and walking the line
As our guest is herded out
And suddenly the animal turns its other side
Now in your stomach I wait
Leaving a silent trail of breadcrumbs
Leading to the foothills of the gates
Who, discovery alluded, hadn’t a face
I am after all a sarcastic utterance
Which after years fade into the gloaming of dawn,
Reveals itself a mutterance undone
A muse, a choice, a song
A faro stow-away,
A shy allurement enclosed in a darker response
Building expeditiously my patient getaway car
Holding stead readily around the block
and clocks fall off their "ATTENTION!"
to the approaching sound of
someone else's Hum-drumm
Our love is akin to that of the sunflower to the sun,
When my aureate prismatic sunrays splurge from my gun,
You open up your silk golden yellow petals,
Just to get smooched by the warm spangling rays.
Your ability to orient yourself to me,
And follow my diurnal course expeditiously,
Serves as one of the spectacular daylight dances galore,
Crowned by your floral head heliotropic terpsichore.
The seconds, minutes, and days we spend together,
So shall your stem get massive, erect and thicker,
And your large, oval, discretely toothed petiolate leaves,
Shall serve as a conspicuous attraction to insects.
Your floral head shall beam with thousands of achene pores,
As together we shall bring forth fruity seeds,
Seeds that shall be a prove of our love,
Seeds that will heal and provide protection like a glove.
So, as I retire to the horizon today,
Do not miss me so much as I go away,
Just look at the moon, for it reflects my light,
And rest assured that I shall rise very early to your sight.
Uncle Sam demands you file your taxes timely,
no excuses accepted...he will impose a fine;
don't think of committing the perfect crime...
court appearance and jail time await the sly!
As anyone can see, honesty and promptness are required...
and to save money, you may choose to file your own taxes,
but be aware of the fine print leading to consequences;
is TurboTax the answer? Don't trust it, you may be fined!
Ask for an extension? Isn't it quite costly?
Can you pay on time to avoid the extra fee?
Now, don't make plans to buy an expensive plasma tv,
you willl have a better chance at winning the Lottery!
Heed my advice and do everything legally and expeditiously,
I have done this for forty-three years and never cheated;
I slept at night, and woke up without worrying daily...
reminding myself that honesty and promptness are required!
Unconditional is the Nature of Love
Love means unconditionally to me
It never means conditionality
Never down your neighbor’s leg should you pee
Never use its rain as excuse, you see
Contentious relationships will decay
Don’t just love your neighbor, love him today
Keep heart and home open consistently
To benefit most from love’s harmony
Though one’s own Agape may be sloppy
No cause to pee on another’s copy
Just stay with self alone if love seems gone
Unconditionally await love’s dawn
Love never dies, or a child counts the cost
When love is gone, it’s your child who is lost
Unconditionally, expeditiously
Agape returns conspicuously
Prerequisites stifle heartfelt offers
Leaving you lonely with empty coffers
To know true love is our Lord’s greatest gift
Refuse to let squabbles cast hearts adrift
For Lay's What Love Means collaboration challenge
Co-written by John Freeman and Carolyn Devonshire
Terse inert verse,
unnerving diction
of repetitious diabolic
deeds of man.
Malice borne of
selfishness, putrid
thoughts take own
center stage.
No revelation can
deviate the heinous
crimes that continue
to reincarnate.
Atrocious taste and
grievous faults shall
continue to multiply
expeditiously.
Declination of society
and man seems to
be inevitable, a
foregone conclusion.
26th June, 2012 (c)
Like an unassuming lion,
He paced around my camp,
And I, oblivious to his scent,
Peacefully, I slept.
This stately beast, with a bellowing roar,
Made his presence felt,
I gingerly marveled at his majestic mane,
Consumed by his intoxicating presence.
Like a sleeping beauty, I arose from my slumber,
He awakened all my senses,
The beast was inside me, overpowering every emotion,
Giving rise to the dormant, the dead, the lifeless, inside my very core.
So I drank from his fountain,
Hung on every word, from his lyrical tongue.
I swam in his pool of dreams; I ate from his sumptuous banquet.
He was the Spring of my Summer.
And as swiftly as a tornado, he wreaked havoc within my chaos,
He ignited my fire,
He handed me the keys to Pandora’s Box,
And expeditiously he retreated.
The waft in the air, still wreaks of his fragrance,
My mouth ravenous, salivating at the thought of his taste,
My heart forlorn and as arid as a desert,
It yearns for the Spring of my Summer.