Best Hurrying Poems
Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise
and his golden beams illuminate the skies,
when the darkness flees and the time just flies
and the cold, crystal stars twinkle in our eyes.
Nothing could keep me from basking in your glow
not lightning, not thunder, not even rain or snow,
I'm not moving from my branch, so let the winds blow
his crescent smile is never lost, this I surely know.
So easily the moon enchants and takes me by the wing
which causes my heart to flutter, and serenade and sing,
The daytime sun does not possess the charm that he can bring
when under his nightly influence, you can imagine anything.
Still, no dream can entice me to sleep in a little late
and miss the wonder of the moment, O, I cannot wait,
to see him there hurrying along, not to miss a date
then up above the hills to meet me at my wooden gate.
I'll wait right here, nestled up high in the maple tree
where you will hear my echoed call, but hardly ever see,
a little, lonesome night owl is what I will always be
when the moon does rise, just promise you'll wake me.
Written on February 6th, 2016
Owls Personification Contest
Hurrying towards an alley.
Chill air urges no dilly dally.
Breath beneath cape rising.
Inside a woman, in anguish, was writhing.
The husband tried to wipe the beads of sweat,
All in vain, a condition which she tried to forget.
Childbirth pains suddenly revived.
Cape off, the nurse has arrived.
I see love
wetting a napkin
cleaning a frowning face
I see love
holding a pocketbook
outside the ladies dressing room
I see love
walking slowly
holding hands
I see love
hurrying to keep up
laughing
I see love weeping
the joy of a life together
seeping out
I see love
looking back at me
I know love
for I have been seen
…………loving
7/19/2021
I See Love – Poetry Contest
As the moon sang a lullaby
to a distant star
The creatures below to sleep did sink
Except for the owl, who didn't sleep a wink
" What time do you have" asked the owl
" It's a quarter to nine"
Said the tree with a scowl
" Thanks, I am going on my hunting spree" the owl replied
As he flew off into the night from the old oak tree
"Oh my, I'm running late"
exclaimed the field mouse,
As he looked at his watch
while hurrying to get to his house
It was then that the owl made his catch
as with his talons, the mouse he did snatch!
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Strolling around town
At prohibited time
Ignoring the church bell sounds
While I see people hurrying
Down the sidewalk
On their way to work
Think maybe I'll find
Pen and paper
And have a coffee somewhere
Or maybe not
~NeverLand~
(Rhyme)
Wishing I could have been just like you
Never growing up and never growing old
Flying to NeverLand there you go
Facing dangers your spirit grows bold
Hurrying through the lands and all the seas
All your magical adventures there unfold
Watching you I could touch all those trees
Great memories of you in my heart I still hold
Peter Pan the boy that never grows up
And for that I can’t really blame you
Protecting all your dreams inside a cup
While Tinker pouted and saved your life too
Peter Pan there you are in NeverLand
Never growing up, never growing old so you stay
Your catchy magic will never end that I know
As Tinkerbell spreads her magic powder all the way.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
February.4.2016
Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness.
They crisscross like dueling knights. People in the crosswalk scamper
as if squirrels and streetlights leer gleaming yellow eyes, like watchful hawks.
The shrill trumpets of the charging gale force winds, rattle an awning,
and newly planted maple saplings bend and sway
in random pairs. Set in concrete planters, they hang on by tender rooted toes.
Pages of a discarded newspaper are hurled into the air,
buoyed on the steely breath of a frigid winter evening.
Several leaflets scatter into the street and down the sidewalk,
into the path of one lone pedestrian.
He slaps away the sports page, that flies into his chapped, red face.
Without hesitation, this castaway vagrant, down and out
by the rape of hard times, will accept an offered dime,
from a passing man in a Red Sox ball cap.
Head bent low, face hidden, a worn and dirty pea coat
pulled tightly around his thin frame, he carries all his meager belongings
in a large paper grocery bag, wrinkled and beginning to tear.
Serving as his satchel, the brown bag, damp and worn,
still displays big bold red and black letters
advertising "Smart and Final Grocery"--"Located in Three Convenient Locations".
A city bus roars by, splashing through three days of rain,
and a siren and a blaring horn is heard from the next block.
The dark silhouetted outcast, stops for a moment,
peers into a sidewalk trash receptacle, then continues slowly down the sidewalk.
A taxi pulls up along the curb behind him, and the attractive couple,
dressed in evening wear, emerge, pay for their taxi, and arm in arm,
enter Mario's Italian Restaurant, the brick bistro
that sits on the corner of Broadway and 1st.
It begins to rain again, and across the street people open umbrellas
and like the afore mentioned squirrels, they scurry home to supper.
The lone man walks in the rain, his pace doesn't quicken, his voice never spoken,
a spirit broken, ............ his sack held together by circumstance.
A passerby takes a brief glance...just a quick, chanced moment,
to take notice of "Smart and Final's" last stance.
Winter. Saturday morning it was.
I woke up, called me my boss
"You're so lazy, you can't work anymore!"
Do you know, how were in a big loss?!
Couldn't believe in what he said.
Without moving, the way to stress i let.
No, it was my dream job, if you know?!
Dismissal was really my upset.
I thought, my life came to the end,
Oh no! It mustn't be the end.
I have a friend with the name "Alcohol",
Without fail, only he can help.
Jumped out the bed, hurrying to my friend,
Going to the shop by the pevement.
Staying in a big crowd of people,
Noticed smth. and stood for a minute:
I saw a girl without legs,
Do you think for money she begs?!...
No! She was playing violin
Thank the God, in any case!
I saw even an eyeless man,
His life was by itself fun.
He was earning by telling jokes
Thank the God, in any time!
A woman lost her baby, i saw
What feelings were inside her?
What would i do if i were instead?
I thank the God, anyway!
Yes! I started to thenk my God.
Cause, you know, life is really short.
Wasting job is nothing than these
Never stop to thank your God!
On a sale, my Aunt Bel can’t be denied
Access to mark-downs with red, yellow tags
Off for the big loot, her shoulders take pride
In carrying four gigantic tote-bags.
To keep poised, she dons fancy sunglasses
Like those models who shop but then conceal,
A giddy look that excites the senses
Obsessed about offers… Aunt’s set to reel.
Hurrying to snatch branded teenage jeans
Which do not fit her extra large belly;
She picks a bimbo hat, dye, and face-creams
As twinkling eyes roll … what a joyful spree.
While purchases are arranged , now she whines
The Mall’s closing with a long queue that’s packed
Bel groans,” I'm dizzy; my breathing's not fine,”
She gets ahead… feigning a heart attack!
Humorous Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Thomas Martin
Love comes early in the morning
we watch the sun rise
a light yellow yolk
walking with red legs across the sky...
Hurrying from her car
we are just two lovers
locking hands in excitement
walking upon flower deep fields...
Her dress indigo with a sunflower
an art nouveau flower
song birds in the Magnolia
an ocean breeze fills our sails...
We had been up all night
waiting for the moon
to kiss the morning star
and the sun to rise like an Emperor..
Morning sky fills with saffron
orange, crimson with the blaze of Venus
reminding us of the absolute and the infinite
and the exaltation of new love..
Author: Runping Chen
The desk sends forth its particular fragrance
That gladden people’s hearts.
That is the sweet-smelling of the old camphor bodies
And into the impression of my childhood immerses.
The shade extended my fellow villagers’ strolling;
Countless summer nights embraced people’s joyful cooling.
The huge and tabescent trunk held up
The wind and frost for generations’ living.
The refreshing breeze was kissing the head of the tree.
Kindly pulled the old camphor closer
Some strands of cooking smokes
Vaguer and vaguer.
The production teams’ whistles were resounding over the village,
And grownups shouldered the sun and moon
Hurrying to the hills and fields
While the old camphor collected the children’s imaginative yields.
--In its chest
The childhoods would not be lonely and flurried
Counting from the stitches of leaves
Thousands and thousands of suns.
Many rivers of time were flowing around;
With no sense of time, the sadness I’ve known.
Since I was away, many shifts of the sunrise and sunset
I came back home and found the old camphor fallen on the ground.
It’s lying on the ground with no voice and sound,
Being dying and breathing
The merely last fragrance of its life
In front of the horrible carpenters who circled around.
The carpenters held their stainless saws
Ignoring the old camphor’s itches and aches.
On its shoulder was an owl
With the mouth open, and family ruined after all.
Prizing up the mouth for no use of vomiting sadness,
The birds sang no songs any more in the sky
Because they could hardly find back
Houses and household articles among the green leaves.
Children carried in both hands the remains of the old camphor’s bones,
Hating to pile them in the firewood house.
When the setting sun was sliding down the west hill ridges,
I walked back and forth around the old camphor tree.
Flash floods forecast hurrying steps and wheels ahead of foreboding clouds pregnant as eyelids welling with tears of baptismal rain to cleanse earth's skirt of its mire of blood and dust of blinding confusion with thunder of reproaches and flash of lightning clarity. I had been standing, switching gaze from red eye turning yellow to the traffic slowly rolling in one lane, in the next
a car came speeding forward unaware of the pedestrian, head down, hurrying into its path. In an instant making eternity: Rainbow splendor!
slow car swerving right
blocks car missing collision
saving the man's life
Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control,
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong,
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
Silent, like the moments
Just after snow
Sighs through the still, dark night
Reflecting moon and stars
Hurrying to touch the ground
Smiling, like the break of day
When sunshine breathes
A kiss against the naked face
Whispering gentle wishes
Through the light that strokes
Tender, like a prayer
Kindly, like the psalms
Embracing the heart, the soul
With a intimacy, a vibrant
Hue of grace and music
Promising to baptize hopes
In laughter, lingering
Joy that is so beautiful
It inspires the spirit to dance
Warmly, like the color of fire
Flames risking their blaze
On the wonder of singing praise
To the Creator, the maker
Of everything there is – each tree
Each dream – each in between
Breathlessly, like the rain
Falling softly on the flowers
Stirring them to life
Preparing buds to bloom, alive
As a vibrant hue of grace
Beckoning from its place
Olive stems portraying faith
Love, like the One who brings life
To every soul, each hope,
Even the dreams listen in peace
To the One who makes us each one
Aware of His wonder, His compassion
The way He gives without expectation
The way He lives in the spirit, accepting
Everyone who comes to Him, humbly
Willing to repent and give to Him
A spirit of contrition – finding satisfaction
In the glory of His gift, His grace
The salvation that is His gift
Praising Him…
I will never forget where I’ve been
Or how HE brought me out of the darkness
Into the light of a new day, a new way
His love is like the love of a Father
Even more – He is the best Father of all
5/13/22