Best Hasty Poems
Kneeling like a plea
Talking like a rap artist
While praying
We pledged a portion of our lives training ruling,
When is it thriving to mandate and perform?
What do words feign in the theater of living?
Unlike dance, which is an achievement charm.
I've barely suffered to forbear a lasting mark,
By betraying these futile sensations on paper,
I realize the purity of the most significant task,
My way of life would radically grip to remember.
The business idea made Disney on the up,
The reality of a dream versus advert view,
Undeniably we don't soar but rise each step,
For the view and attain our genuine shaw.
My performance overtakes that of the wise,
I meander from one to the closest, awestruck,
How are you presently, they enquire? A gaze,
"Oh me?" I say gently. I'm doing fine, not stuck.
A mistaken view of such a rare performance,
My rarest bestowal in a decade of struggle,
Oh, how I awed, dumbs that its discordance,
An act of the stage never held a snuggle.
After exerting my skills, I left the spot right,
My faint dwell bears me with joy and calm,
When the sun sets, I gain peace in the night,
Hastily, the veil will fall off, so I won't harm.
Stain not letting, be diverted by anything,
Whatever deeds to hail you, elect varying,
Essay not inciting to be swung by any turmoil,
Any lifestyle drive love, trust, and verity,
Recall that life is too short not to dwell fully.
1st place contest winner
Written: May 14, 2022
The Greatest Performance of My Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
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Burden of a Hasty Marriage.
He saw her at the cafe she a cup of cacao and eating a cream cake,
he had a sandwich with cheese and ham. She looked up and smiled,
he knew she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Shy, as he was, still found the courage to get up and walk over to her
table and ask if he could eat his modest sandwich with her; she said
yes and they sat there in silence, just eating. Dimly he knew he had to
say something, but couldn’t but couldn’t find the words so he ate
the cup and saucer, the table cloth, serviettes and crumbs of her cake,
when he began eating the table she told him to stop. Ice broken he said
he loved her, she said she loved him, not to waste time they got married
in the afternoon. Found a hotel room and stayed in bed for a fortnight.
Made love in every position one could think of; they even forgot to eat.
Entwined they slept until a knock on the door, something about paying
for the room. For him was a welcomed distraction, got up had to go to
his bank he told her, two weeks in bed it stunk like a pig sty. Paid his bill
but didn’t enter their room, he was cured of love based on sex alone
When God took us out from Egypt, we left in haste,
Not waiting for our flat bread to rise--no time to waste:
No time to contemplate the events of the night;
Just time to leave in a hurry, right after midnight.
No time to count the miracles God had performed
Or to see that to an orderly sequence they'd conformed;
Only the following year could we begin to comprehend
That our Exodus was carefully sequenced--not at all random.
So this is our charge to each and every generation:
To reenact the Exodus of the Jewish Nation.
And each time we relive the drama of Passover Night,
We move one step closer to the Messiah's light.
In haste did we exit Egypt the first Passover Night--
In orderly measure we shall leave the Diaspora when
the Final Redemption shines bright.
He was late to school as usual
therefore punished
because he daily fed the street dog
who was famished
Member of Alcoholics Anonymous
neighbours sneered at his confessions
although his hip flask was empty
his mission offering hope and inspiration
Frequent cash withdrawals
viewed with suspicion by his wife
whilst he performed small miracles
assisting the needy to rebuild their life
Division of family property
he settled by a wager
manoeuvring adroitly
that his own share be smaller
The void holds all secrets
in a non-judgmental stance
divine love arms open in embrace
in vibrant joyful innocence
25-January-2021
I live in a compartment
It’s called an apartment.
Morning after morning
I step into an orifice,
Call it my office.
Who breathes here?
Who can taste lunch?
Suspicion’s the only hunch
Numbers, the chasers here.
Sunset is a distant memory,
I yearn to feel breeze on my face.
But the irreverent hands of the mighty clock,
They invalidate their own despotic laws.
Homes like hives
And restless lives
We are faceless cronies
And space less lovers
That come in breezily
And ebb out eagerly.
We breathe rapaciously
We dream hopelessly
Of times that will last
But O hasty future,
So soon you’re past.
Wait till I wake up
Stay till I feel
Read what I’ve written
And answer my appeal
My friend
Sent me a message
And asked me
To take a look at it!
I tore open
The envelope,
Emptied the content,
Spread it on my table
Then, I called my friend
And, yelled at him
‘That Was a blank paper
You sent me…”
If only I had turned
The page over,
I would have seen
What he told me…
That the message
Was on the other side!
Our life
Is full of such hasty conclusions!
Oh, the hasty heart,
can you not see the havoc that you wreak?
The proof has lain before you, right from the start,
all the evidence you ever could seek.
Your wishes, your desires, we can't escape,
'what the heart wants' an all too familiar fate;
sometimes our own destinies we wish to shape,
free from the paths that you dictate.
Oh, the hasty heart.
Your own hungers upon us you force,
thrusting us into the fire, emotionally bare;
you show us what you want, telling us our course –
making us want to search for someone who might not be there.
What should we do, to make you cease
your eloquent pleas for someone to be closer to?
Indeed, is there any way at all to decrease
the frequency of your calls to companionship pursue?
Oh, the hasty heart.
To you I struggle, no longer to defer,
my fight in this world, from under your veil to depart;
instead of your orders and longing, just advice I would prefer –
yours, instinctive but yielding, my oh so hasty heart.
Kua Cun the price,
Sleeping while she breaths
Slavish grips of “love”
On a “valen” day.
All along allays,
All the thoughts of birth,
And her love enrolls,
With the child make king.
Not the world can stop,
All the feelings now;
For this back is bound,
On this bed of clay.
Time away but all,
Lust called love compels
Till the arrow struck,
And from now tis sure
That a mother made,
and a life begins.
Except nature ceases,
To produce a fruit
Which this lust compels.
Cause the deed is done .
Tired of waiting
Endurance exhausted
Overtaken by impulse
Driven in to hasty action
Suffering backfire and repenting
But the gone does not return
Flowers wait for the spring
Days wait for the sun
Stars wait for the night
Dew waits for the dawn
But the harried mortals
Forget the order of nature
Life is a game of patience,
Tolerance and restraint
May be difficult to many
But, no other option
Right and wrong are not absolute
Perceptions vary and fluctuate
The wise ones do not react
They respond with poise and calm
And get the desired result
Be with the nature
Let the fruits ripen
Your basket will be full
Moth-eaten hag was a big battle-ax biddy
A hackneyed hag who wandered New York City
Grandam of the alley, a smelly aged fish wife
Aren’t you glad you did not have her kind of life?
Don’t be so hasty to judge, said my friend.
She had cats and companions to the very end.
The homeless took care of her, they loved her too.
Who is going to do the boo-hooing for you?
Some days are harder
Than the others
Some are softer
Like feathers
Life could be fair
Life could be dear
Life could be harsh
Life could be rash
Time flies
Seconds speeds
Minutes moves
Hours, always in haste
Yesterday left
Today came
Tomorrow may
On, we hope, and lay our heads.
bristled tail flitting
ears piqued squirrel's hollow cheeks
Hawk swiftly charges
Whenever you strive to arrive at
What you're asked or tasked to do
You should yearn to learn perfection
Or you'll have a hasty stew
Concentration application
Assures you aren't bereft
It's most unwanted to be daunted
For what's right by what is left
Don't worry about the clock
Just revise and then regroup
Turn your pasty hasty stew into
A delightful poetry soup!