Best Eye Blink Poems
When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat
Yet when I actually arrive
it isn't the sea that my eyes
take a liking too
Rather it's just below the waves
my mind does go...
...to the little trinkets
beside my toes
Fossils of sea creatures,
alive one - and now, even in death -
you can see the beauty of their features
Seashells of every shape and hue
(even if they're familiar,
somehow they're always new)
Some are inky black or cobalt blue,
creamy whites and nutty browns
(pretty oranges, too!)
Some are hefty like a throwing stone,
others quite miniscule,
blending in with the sand
Some are fragile -breaking easier
than the waves-
others are like a hardened sunrise
Their well defined rays,
my fingers always finds themselves,
unbidden as an eye-blink
(as unthinking as a smile)
I like the clanky sound they make
when lightly shook in a mason jar
I shake them like dice in cupped hands
(loaded, in my case...
I don't gamble with a good time)
Yeah, when it comes to the beach
I'm like a kid at a candy store
My treats aren't in bins,
but glisten on the sandy shore
I scoop them in my hands,
still wet with the sea
Stick them in my pockets,
if the case need be
(and you know it always does
if I'm being honest)
Where it gets me, I don't know,
but, please,
just one more keepsake!
(this simple joy I try to harness)
I pick up a second then a third
while still admiring the first
A dozen or two, is only of mild concern
(a wagon-full is even worse)
Yes
It is an obsession through and through
I could be just as happy with one
as with a thousand
(maybe happiness isn't something
you can attach a number too)
And I don't know why I do it,
treasure to me (but not for thee)
And even rarity isn't an excuse
You can pick them up by the shovel,
they aren't difficult to find
You can count a hundred alone
within arms reach
(maybe joy doesn't have to be rare,
but can be as common as clouds...
maybe it's not something "out there",
but somewhere near,
even to the ground)
Near as an object
lying beside your feet
Near as a thought that came to you...
...while walking on the beach
“Fear not the Grim Reaper. Death is an angel that accompanies good people to their home of everlasting joy.” by author
Death is not a spectre that wields a scythe.
The minute we’re born, we wend our way to it.
Neither is our Heavenly Creator but a myth.
Even if you breathe your last mortal breath,
a home like no other waits beyond the veil.
If life seems so hard that you want to scream,
there is no need against God to rail.
Life is but an eye blink in His grand scheme.
If you are kind and faithful, blessed in death you’ll be.
Joy, light, and love will be yours eternally.
Reflecting on one's past is commonplace
We weigh our choices with old lessons learned.
When looking in a mirror at our face
Our youth is scarred with wrinkles, laurels earned.
Some folks will call it "living in the past"
It is a fate that comes with growing old
And truthfully, it all went by so fast
In one eye blink, a lifetime can unfold
Yet all of us are rich in memories
Which seem to me, to come and go at will
They are the remnants of life's vagaries
We drink like wine, until we've had our fill
The next time one decides to come around
Be thankful for the treasure you have found.
by Daniel Turner
A second passes ~ an eye blink
Do not sit there and memorize the past
Minutes ticking ~ they are history
As the hours go by and life goes on
Memories we choose to take care of
The days turn into weeks ~ months and years
We have learned ~ grown and survived
No days can be returned
although some may seem superfluous
Life lesson is to remember what really matters
28.09.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
The Present
A fleeting moment in eternal time,
And ever progressive in real-time.
One’s “now” moment, then in history past,
Now in motion moving to future fast.
My words become history when I write,
No need to worry now—I’ll make them right.
As the present is present progressive,
The past then follows now so possessive.
The night stars are past in a mere eye blink,
Their images not part of “present” sync.
A constant portent of events to come,
As we each live “now” in what we’ll become.
Give me your hand for this moment is it;
Let’s seize now this moment and live in it.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 26, 2014) (Heroic Couplet)
Nothing is running on time anymore,
everything seems to be leaving late
And arriving even later too
What’s wrong with the grandfather clock,
working quirky is the quartz LED watch
Digital punctuality is ten nanoseconds off ...
losing time at this rate just make time slavers scoff
Now that slight difference might not bother them much,
but your computer
is having an electrical hard time trying to adjust
And this little misfire gets exponentially wider
with each step you take on the spiral staircase of
Time
is running late
And the alarm clock didn’t go off in my
Mind
Dead sleep is a retrograde time buyer,
as the rift in reality gets exponentially wider
But the evil time slavers just continue to scoff
And as the hourglass of time keeps losing sand,
this is the tick-tock countdown of what’s happening:
Repentance is a reverse time-share buyer,
as the road to damnation keeps getting exponentially wider
You better start checking the Doomsday clock
because it seems like its ...
Ten nanoseconds off
becoming nine minutes lost
becomes eight days of imprecision
becomes seven weeks of empirical oblivion
Turning into six months of solar ecliptic irregularity
turns into five years of where did the time flee?
turning into four decades of wilderness wandering
turns into three centuries of time-tripping slavery
Ending with two thousand years of sin freeing Christianity
Beginning with one twinkling eye blink to infinity
Nothing is running on time anymore,
we now have all eternity to explore
No need to worry ever again about being late,
the universe forever remains on the same cosmic calendar date
No worries ...
Time has been completely erased!
I have seen Millennia in
and now its twenty fifty
I somehow made my century
rejoycing with my family.
It has passed it seems
in the mere eye blink.
Now I remeninsce
held close in loving arms
Festivity floods the senses
stores groaning with toys.
Butchers laden with meat
people scurrying hither and thither.
Shop fronts all lit up
with flashing decorations.
Children's eyes on beanstalks
wish lists growing bigger.
Fridges crammed to the brim
with tempting tasty treats.
Good will for neighbours
as carol singers carousol.
Mothers sweating over stoves
as Dad mixes up eggnog.
Presents colourfully wrapped
adorn Christmas trees feet.
At end of day, happy faces
and a few groaning bellys,
people falling into bed
T'is all done for another year
written 12/12 /2010
contest Christmas past, present or future
Haiku With Variations (Both Sonnet & Free Verse)
Haiku Number 2
hail rides air updrafts
raindrops crater planet's skin
your breath’s clouds, fall skies
May 12, 2016
Mother of a Winter’s Night – Shakespearian Sonnet
Her distressed sighs rise up like nascent hail,
(Tears blown to ever colder zones of sky),
Where frozen prayers see gravity prevail,
Release their pain on what they think is lie.
These raindrop tears sew cratered fields as well,
While farmer's labor washes out to to sea,
(Those tender roots that split rock - time's to tell),
But impact strips her lover’s legacy.
And with the fall as cold means leaves turn blue
New growth goes dormant and awaits Spring’s lease,
Confusion reigns as her breath’s clouds subdue
And haiku’s calmer images release.
If I am wrong let no one take offense
She’s not to blame, but my own lack of sense.
May 14, 2016
Poet's Note:
Please excuse the paraphrase of Shakespeare Sonnet #116's couplet. :-)
Mother of a Winter’s Night – Free Verse
Your distressed sighs are the updrafts
That hurl nascent hailstones skyward,
Freezing tears colliding, clumping as they go
Into tortured spheres that could kill a horse,
Certainly knock shingles from the newest of roofs,
Or pound a field of sunflowers straight into the ground!
My vulnerable fields cratered by your tears,
Whether in their frozen form or flowing wet,
Top soil now enroute to the sea itself,
As if the history of its creation were of no consequence,
Tender roots that pried a farm from solid rock,
Swelling into cracks that are always present,
Turning stone to fertile soil.
The sea’s surface, that not so long ago
Mirrored a most gorgeous sunset,
Now a tortured and a rabid foam,
Laid to waste, craters overlapping craters,
Gone in an eye blink, all my love a non-event
In geologic time it seems.
Winter has come early as your breath’s clouds
Mask all reason and confuse me,
A bitter chill fills every corner of fall’s skies,
Even leaves turn blue and cannot breathe,
Oxygen sucked from the room we live in,
My only recourse is poetry and prayer.
May 13, 2016
Long Tooth
Poet's Note:
It was an interesting challenge to try to write the same poem three times and keep the meaning of the original haiku intact.
UNSPOKEN CONFESSION
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
the words echoed violently in my ears.
I heard the grinding of the gears,
releasing the latches on the trap door
on which I was standing……
the machinations of interrogation -
and guilt - manifesting themselves,
increased eye blink rate,
uneasy scanning of the scene,
furtive attempts at indifference.
“Is there something you want to tell me!!”
the words the same, the tone different,
more insistent in its knowingness
less tolerant of the stinging silence
no plea bargain offered.
I stood there – crayons in hand –
my colorful new friends
standing behind me - backs to the wall.
John G. Lawless
6/27/2015
submitted to – Is There Something You Want to tell me – poetry contest
sponsor – Judy Konos
The future I believe we all shall see
is not a hopeful one, yet I will try
to think a bit optimistically!
For those of you who are afraid to die,
I write this message. There is hope beyond
this world with all its woes, and there is good
in many people. May the human bond
of friendship keep us strong in brotherhood!
When times get bad, we all will have to trust
in one another, for no matter what,
souls are eternal though flesh turns to dust!
I feel this very strongly in my gut.
An eye-blink is the time here that we dwell.
Pure love awaits kind souls beyond the veil.
With depression her heart does sink
Her companion comes in eye blink
Without a word that she does say
Compassion is shown both this way
No words are shared, no given ink
Puppy holds her heart in a wink
Her face carries not such a drink
This punishment in prime of day
With depression
She seems to be in state of think
From her imagination brink
She sits there sadly not to lay
Dog's on her shoulder that he may
Bring companionship, nothing pink
With depression
Contest: Briton Riviere
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Painting: Sympathy
6/18/2013
Capuccino tinted dermis
Button nose
Velvet strokes
Soft apple cheeks
Plump
Pink
I watch and think...
Forehead
Framed by feathers of slate
Tresses of ash
Each decadent lash
Never ending
Sweeping long
Across each almond
Eye blink
I watch and think...
A nest of hair
Powdery black
Waves of dark
A cushion of black ink
I watch and think...
Sparkling glitter drips from those eyes
You grip me with your ties
A smile to mesmerize
The perfect sunrise
"I love you Mama"
A cheeky wink
I watch and think...
Your laughter infects the skies
Cloudy blues turn to bright highs
A voice that heals
A void that fills
Sweet nothings
That's the thing
I watch...
I think...you are my everything
My eyes droop as sleep fights its way there
I dont wanna go to sleep with you so far away
I pull my tab closer so your face is right next to mine
With a smile on my face i gladly go to sleep
Its been a long time without you by my side
I can only bring you closer with the late night skype
Early morning calls and daytime chats
But still your physical presence means so much
Ill wait for you no matter how long it takes
Ill love you with every breath i take
Ill hold you when you return in my arms
And i will never let you go all my life
Just a little while and we are together again
Just in an eye blink and you're next to me
Just a reassuring word and smile to keep me hoping
And just a little faith that distance is nothing.
How long is a short time, a hairs breadth above never
Seen within one eye blink, the lash will move forever
Perception throws curveball's, upon prismatic minds
Yet outside double slits, life-forms live completely blind
And voracious appetites, strip eyelashes of girth
Feeding on sebaceous oil, dines parasitic birth
Nibbling away, watching reality slip from sight
Getting up close and personal, with demodex mites
Making much from little, aiming to create new worlds
Eyelashes warp under pressure, turn inward and curl
Scratching the surface, observation now semi-blurred
Eyeballs driving us crazy, itch cannot be demurred
Lice-like creatures, slither up and down paying no tax
Using eyelids as havens, in remorseless attacks
Recombobulating dead skin, not the stuff of dreams
We rip earths orb to shreds daily, in monster machines
By
David Kavanagh
16x13
Anything For YOU
I poetized your name on the sky with my blood as the ink
I kept my eyes frozen to admire the beauty of your eye blink
I summoned Sakura flowers on the pavements beneath your feet
I studiously counted the flow of my love inside each of your heartbeat
Just tell me what else should I do to make you love me..!
Shall I carve out a majestic aurora using your canorous voice?
Shall I catch those dazzling stars from every blink of your eyes?
Shall I coerce the Moon to dance according to the flux of your hair?
Shall I ask the rainbow to entertain you when you're in despair?
Tell me!Tell me! Tell me! What should I do to make you love me?