Best Flashing Poems
I saw that red, flashing “1” on my answering machine
and stared at it for over an hour;
in my thoughts replayed that terrible scene –
she must have called while I was in the shower.
Perhaps that message is one of remorse;
Perhaps it continues the fight;
Hit the button to listen … I couldn’t, of course
and watched it flashing throughout the night.
We volleyed words of anger and disgust;
She left with a slam of the door.
Where once stood love is only mistrust -
this has happened a few times before.
I stared at that “1” flashing at me,
and realized this ending I must complete –
it was time I set both of us free,
so I pressed the button – “Delete”.
Flashing eyes hot with fury
she stalked up to him
furiously they argued
as she pushed and shoved him.
Catching hold of her wrists
he rode out her fury.
As she calmed he kissed
her with desire and passion.
At first she weakly pushed
him, struggling to be free.
Then with gentle sigh
she gave into his demands.
Now matching him with rising passion
she voluptuously returned his kisses.
As ardent as she had been furious
together they sank down melded together.
Their tender cries softly whispered
as their volcanic love fiercely burned.
Then drained to the core they snuggled
each content in the other's arms.
Fireflies flicker flashes,
flying freely
finding food, friends, family...
Fireflies float forward,
fearlessly flipping
frolicking field's foliage.
Fireflies furnish fiery flares,
fleeing fast...fond farewell!
Blessed is me....
A smartphone and an online connection is all I need....
To keep track of poetic souls and to assuage rhyming needs...
And to ready ingenious lines of acceptable rhythmic prose...
To curry favour with netizens into offering opinions and praise...
Blessed is me....
Words and lines they are diligently conjured up while I am online..
Ideas and images are in vivid display but they are offline...
Poetic souls are aplenty here in this website called PoetrySoup...
Variety is a valuable keyword to describe all that's in this literary soup...
Blessed is me....
My imagination is given the reins to roam free and wide 24/7...
Literary mastery is stretched into managing thoughts odds and evens...
Tiptapping furiously in a staccato of words to grace bits of a poem...
Bearing in mind ideas and messages to be shared as with an audience...
Blessed is me...
As this phone battery runs low and angrily flashes in indignation..
Speedily I'll need to terminate this poetic rhyming and rumination...
Where is the lengthy piece of charger with which I can somehow defy...
This low battery warning that somehow cramp my literary style...
Blessed is me...
I've found the charger, now I'll just need a little time...
Just to rest my mind and finger, a respite from these rhymes...
Blessed is me....
Now finally I've got some rest time...!
Marvelous scenes of wondrous existence
amidst the Lord’s loving omnipotence!!!
Such would joyously flash before my eyes…
there am I in God’s blessed competence.
Basking in the grace of the Sovereign
meaningful survival along faith gain!!!
Such would peacefully flash before my sight…
there am I praying to conquer woes’ pain.
Gratefully exalting the Almighty
singing in melodious joviality!!!
Such would triumphantly flash before me…
there am I worshiping with purity.
Faithful toward productive stewardship
serving the Master by His leadership!!!
Such would brightly flash before my being…
there am I reaching-out through His friendship.
Granted with Christ’s eternal life* goodness
securely guarded against wickedness!!!
Such would surely flash before my heart’s lens…
there am I forever in God’s kindness.
*1John 5:13 These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.
December 1, 2021
Edited on December 31, 2021
1st place, "A STRAND (1046)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/6/2022.
A flashing image...
One am familiar with but yet
not accosted to my mind in
any way or form of
interaction,
Brings fourth fear,
Fear of the unknown,
believe that i will not set my
fears as that of a viking ...
who fears that one day the
sky shall fall..
whatever this image may
bring, it will not be my sky
fall...it will be but only...
A flashing image
Seven was my number,
When you first gave me that gift,
The tunnel you forever fixed in my heart,
I can make you remember,
At home from Jean’s where I’d gone to mother play,
You thoroughly dribbled a hot stick on my entire,
A warning for me and my friends never to jumble,
It was the first day my mind tried a prison getaway,
Like you read my mind,
And discovered my intended road,
You welcomed me to a dinged home,
A hell a little girl had to face,
Daddy the respected name I called you,
And pleaded every moment to pass through,
You understood well what I wanted,
But you only jazzed plastics flames to my hands,
Like a refugee I sneaked my eyes as they played,
My chemicals dancing in pain whenever I moved,
The soar laughter my mouth wheezed,
With the aggregating pain whenever you mined deeper in my land,
They were never an outcast as you made me see,
Truth is they were the best bequests one could ever have,
The fine memories you prevented me from creating,
A slanted life is what you certified me to living,
You polluted my entire life,
From the day mum went to live in the skies,
That day I became an urchin even with you by my planes,
Even though am twenty now I still curse the heavens,
The sky that took away my life; bequeathed it to the monster,
My father a swine who instilled pain to always remember,
The punches he muted my cries with are cropped memories,
Too large to fit to the folder of my recollections,
The fair judgment belong to deity but this is my case,
The girl who swam in torture in many years without justice,
Am not ashamed to drive my own flesh to many years in jail,
Why should I free the man who censored my breath in his cell?
You tilted my world turning my head to a toddling object,
My soul bleeds from the stabs enterprised by your conducts,
My heart asthmatically dancing to rhythms of its sad songs,
Perhaps someday I will find my shadow; and forgive you; maybe then I shall decant this fuming pain,
Driver slurring his words and weaving on the road...
Had too much fifth in his fourth celebration!
Boots up to her knees
Her blue jeans mini skirt covering just a bit
Her black leather jacket hugging tight
She watches the city streets waiting for the next client
An empty liquor bottle sits close to her
Her only therapy of dealing with her demanding job
Her only strength of facing all kinds of drive throughs
Her only comfort on the nights the streets are dry
Her mind far away
To a place she wishes she could fly too
Of a life she dreams she was
tail lights like red eyes
flashing by against the trees
on the mountainside
Surrounded by blank opportunities missed,
Missing and lost
The stream of thoughts drying up to a trickle
And all they can do is focus on nothing, on this point
That is that single
Mocking, flashing, little bar on screen
Sleep drags at my eyelids, my head, my heart
And goes unnoticed, uncared for, unloved
Replaced by all consuming nothing
Staring at me
Mocking, flashing, little bar on screen
It stares and I stare back, defiantly loosing
My sanity
It’s taken my heart and drunk my thoughts dry
So now I’m left
Sleep deprived and alone
And then it hits me again and again and again the flicker of
Mocking, flashing, little bar on screen
And I’ve had it I give up, it wins
So now I go, to dream of nod
And to forget
One more night spent
With that
mocking ,
flashing,
little
bar
on
screen
To be fair it’s not as bad as that bloody paperclip
his red lights flashing
high speed chase to give ticket
danger to speeder
A weary traveler seeks to find
a place to lay his head
A distant light, the neon kind
Flashes in the red
He heads towards the light
There to find a place to sleep
It's a motel, he spends the night
Hoping dreams will take him deep
When morning comes he'll grab a bite
and hit the open road
But when morning came he's not in sight
A mystery to decode
He'd fallen victim to a femme fatale
Who had seduced him in the night
She was driving his car now, what a gal
Speeding down the road in the sunlight
But in the rearview mirror were flashing lights
The cops were on her tail
She pulls over, shows her pearly whites
But now she's going to jail!
Fiction
10-18-2024
Many thanks to Maria for turning these lyrics into a song
Heart to heart, tear to tear, chest to chest, forget the rest. Why do i miss his caress, I
don't know. Seems as if all the emotions I left behind, are right here in my face. I miss
laying on your chest and your hands running through my hair as i listen to the sound of
your heart beat. Kisses will never be forgotten and your hands around my waist won't be
faded. I must admit I miss you. But i don't miss the insensitive remarks and slight
disagreements. From the moment our lips locked you could have sworn we would be together
forever. I miss you dearly and sometimes get teary. But i would defiantly trade the world
to be laying on your chest tonight. But your something thats too great for my world right
now. I need to mature sweetie. Maybe later in life I'll find you and it will actually work
out.
Unfurling the oldest colorful photo book
Plays videos of my finest film, which I wanna rebook
Wanders my mind round those memories good
Wish to freeze those precious moments, if I could
Immaculate smiles, innocent talks
Star gazing night, beach long walk
Crazy friends, freaky endeavours
Oh! How cute moments! Flash forever!
As time flies, we grow and most of our memories fade
But some of them just resonate, make blessings cascade
Provoking deepest emotions, they accord esoteric sense of bliss
Which certainly provide strength to arise from the dark abyss