Best Hesitate Poems
I write
I think
I feel
yet when it comes together
I hesitate
I rethink
I erase
then I go no further
I start
I think
I don't
then put it away for another day.
A joyride
Like that of a high speed rail
We may take our partners
Our small children
Or our old parents
For a joyride
Looking around
Scenery and nature
People and crowd
Shops and houses
Cars and buses
Highways and lanes
All are eye-catching
After a long time confining to
Walls and beds
While people are still hesitating to dine-in
Because of the virus
I love a joyride
I won't leave the outside world
Out of contact
I take photos from the car
I eat inside the car
I enjoy the hustle and bustle
Of life outside
Even though through
A small car window
I was bornt to this world
I was gifted
I won't leave it alone
Will it leave me alone
And I hope to live with it peacefully
Can I
I like to penetrate your soul too
Your world too
With my true love
Although only a little left
Can I
twas’ the King himself who left
Heartbreak Hotel, to die face down in a pile of
his own
vomit
for the reaper need not hesitate at the bathroom door
twas’ Lenny whose ha-ha’s did stop the night he
filled his veins up to the brim, naked, alone &
40 years of age
for the reaper need not hesitate at the bathroom door
twas’ the King of Lizards whose heart failed & left
him plop down in Paris,
but we still don’t know what did him in
for the reaper need not hesitate at the bathroom door
twas’ Orville, the legend of popcorn, who got in his
jacuzzi, where one might say the water was too hot or
too cold, because after his heart failed, he slunk down &
drowned,
having never crunched on his luscious buttery treat again
for the reaper need not hesitate at the bathroom door
twas’ Judy who sought the other side of the rainbow,
by popping downers in the Summer of 69’,
overdosed & dead in the bathroom of her new London home,
leaving her Mickey alone to wonder where the bluebirds
fly
for the reaper need not hesitate at the bathroom door
twas’ Dr. Thorkel himself, who after shrinking them all,
got all dolled up in Hollywood at home,
naked as the day he was born,
with his eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged,
hands cuffed &
covered in sexual scrawlings
that had been carried out in ruby red lipstick…
found with a noose round his neck,
he autoerotically used that bathroom for the last time
for the reaper need not hesitate at the bathroom door.
What is this god of mine?
That I’ve constructed to reveal,
My brimming hopes and my real glances,
My bright intentions and all my farces,
For him to befriend me in prances.
This imaginary friend beckons me to procure,
Stability for my everyday goings on,
And so he can’t be a preexistent god,
But only one human’s invention,
A product of many post societies,
And so a mirror of contemporary adulation.
I ask him about my cousins,
And what i should weekly buy,
At the supermarket of much choice,
Asking him to soothe my voice.
But pure action does not need questioned,
The daily is your business,
Because we well with good intentions,
Not voids of the insidious.
I talk to him, or her, each day,
To connect with my future destiny,
Dismissing today’s science and research,
Into tomorrow’s ailment i suffer from silently.
Only, the finger of god never occurred,
But apparently nothing existed,
To build life, space and minerals,
To create sex and make intelligence,
And negotiate the detested.
I yowl and cry
to go outside.
Maybe.
Will this pandemic ever be over and everything get back to normal
When high school kids can have a dance and the girls wear a formal
Will our small children grow up thinking a mask is a necessary thing
As common as a tissue, a cotton ball, or an ordinary length of string
Will we ever again not have strangers look at us like we are infected
Will we ever be able to travel without being so irritatingly inspected
Will it be possible to eat in a restaurant and not feel we are isolated
It could happen someday very soon if everyone would get vaccinated!
written July 26, 2021
How
beautiful...............an image
suddenly...............conceived
an instant..............thought
following...............a terminal
caesura.................pause
hesitation..............or dislocation
of attention...........written
read by.................a seeing eye
or said
aloud
Columnar style after Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet.
Turnbull created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a two line poem with a larger than usual space
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ .
See my imagist Spaces poetry examples first posted here 2007
Another fresh start how many chances
do I get. Time after time I slip up and
fall, seemingly back to a crawl.
Just never getting it right, wondering
how many moments of forgiveness
have been set aside.
You're in my sights yet so are the stars.
I pray that you come close and heal my
hidden scars.
I want to feel your hand upon my skin,
to feel you radiate within. I hesitate and
this is when I need to cease resisting.
I surly know when I let go you will catch
me, because your love for me is unconditional
and forever persistent.
Could the air we breathe be seeds of anxiety?
Winter flowers bloom in diamond breeze.
Watery eyes searching for handout charity.
To form a habit with the cold and sneeze.
Bittersweet social scene for this moment,
when we are forced to suspend activities.
We couldn’t have predicted this torment.
Like a box of chocolates virtual celebrities.
We wind away hours on our backs and bum.
Going cold while conspiring with a friend.
The state we are in has gone hot on Instagram.
Arguing in whispers and chuckling to the end.
With power ensconced stuck at the head.
Social life has a new brand of epicenter.
Making us feel drained and heavy as lead.
The likely place to rest with an isolated fever.
Sat in our little green space, a vibrant escape
Some have never left the tonic for daily life.
And a chance to let the stress incubate.
Dissolved in the air to another greater site.
The lengthy, the brief, the confounding season,
the engraving; reminds me of sad memories.
Where obscured plaques enter without a reason
Look out for inscriptions but find only stories.
For the first time in years, life is sliding dossier.
That takes place almost entirely in the home.
The anonymity we have forged together.
Becoming clowns with no safe salary to come.
Never hesitate of doing good works
Love
Lord
I think I want to go outside
But you can stand while I decide.
No! Wait!
had to hold down fort
reality did distort
would sell myself short
what we did was wait
then we had to hesitate
then find a new mate
war went on and on
only fools would shoot a fawn
soon war will be gone
had been a big pain
problems with lobsters in maine
did drive us insane
if i told you once
are sad results from stunts
tennis player grunts
rushing forward into love, we hesitate
give pause and thought
then continue into each other’s embrace
it is a clean slate
nothing forbidden
yet we hesitate, holding hands in the
cobblestone darkness
are we lovers or are we friends
is there a difference?
passion being overwhelming
we hesitate to set up lifestyle
we are mobile
and kiss at terminal entrances so
others see the intensity of our love
so overpowering and then
we hesitate
love comes in a bottle of cognac
and vanishes with the sober dawn
it flows and the valves are shut
we speak the words then
we hesitate
11/23/20
You do not hesitate, everyone
laughs and giggles at you
You do not hesitate, where
you are rejected to stand
You do not hesitate, whenever
Someone recommends a cream
You do not hesitate, when
You are called as a Blacky
You do not hesitate, when
The world feel hesitate to accept you
You do not hesitate, when
you become a second choice
Oh! Woman, you do not hesitate
To mirror yourself as a Black woman
Be the real you....!!!
What do you imagine when you look into the future?
Do you see light? Darkness?
Is it cold? Sunny maybe?
Do you see yourself?
Your success or failure?
Happiness or depression?
Did you reach your dreams?
Or did you fall?
Do you have a life at all?
Well stop thinking,
And just do.
Just make what you want happen.
Lunge for it. No regrets…
And make it.