Best Impatient Poems
impatient lover
white prehensile phalanxes
smell of stale kisses
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
12 DECEMBER 2014
Swollen pride
Hides broken heart
Time impatient
Rips us apart
Fading quickly
A damn good thing
Mourn our choices
And all they bring
Listen carefully
Speak no more
All is silent
When you close the door
Anger moves us
Sadness shames
Love surrounds us
And we're all to blame
Moving closer
To what feels right
Fighting darkness
Cursing light
We reject the familiar
And embrace the unknown
Never finding the courage
To be all alone
Long lost memories
Fading away
Photographic innocence
Shows happier days
Breathless whisper
A careless embrace
An image immortalized
Without showing its face
Today's true tom tale;
Today was Dr. day at the clinic
I ended up the day quite a cynic
I'd been awake three days,
With a toothache and pain that slays
My jagged teeth cutting up my tongue
And the promise of help to which I clung
For no more of this pain could I endure,
I desperately did seek some kind of cure
Appointment at 2:15- told the taxi 1:30
I knew the fib was a tad dirty...
"Hedge the bet" one might say,
Sad to think one must be that way,
Of course in this case he showed up at 1PM
And I was in the waiting room at 1:15
Fastest response I'd ever seen.
So I sat in the waiting room as
Clerical shifts came and went
My patience seemed nearly spent
At last I was escorted to an examining room,
To sit and ponder my future doom...
For over an hour I sat there,
Reading all the posters on the wall,
About various diseases,
Soon I had them all!
Cervical cancer,
Malignant volvulus,
Infected ovaries,
Fibroid tumors in my uterus,
A glumaceous gluteus,
Obstructed bowels,
Deviated septum
Leukemia,
Anemia, edemia
Enlarged prostate,
Shrunken prostate
Eczema, Lupus
Leprosy.....
All these for me!
I hoped he didn't keep me
waiting too much longer,
Surely I wasn't getting stronger....
I'd be dead in ten more afflictions
If he could not cure all these conditions.
I felt my life force start to fade
Look at what these posters made!
Surely life was slipping away,
I couldn't stand,
I began to sway.
In he finally came,
Suddenly I did not feel
the same,
I might survive the day after all,
My approaching death grew
rather small.
Next time, bring a book,
For in terms of time,
It hardly took,
Much time to catch
All these ills,
Or at least come in,
With made out wills.
There was a young fellow named Mark
Who liked to make out in the park.
It was late afternoon
When he wanted to spoon.
His girl make him wait until dark.
the impatient leaves
color up our autumn lawns
bonfire ready
Enduring
Suffering
Without uneasy
Hasty, eager, restless
Showing remark
Intolerable
Born on a spring cyclone from Kansas' stormy rain,
awoken now in low growl, slowly reversing.,
down a low ramp, like a movie star rehearsing,
at new shore in sunshine with an exotic name.
Just like a kid in love all over again..
learning her games in many a winding curve,
perhaps proof enough I haven't lost my nerve,
shyly look back at such a refined rear end.
Lola isn't very patient or forgiving,
one who oversteers her with attitude,
puts her in a dangerous sashaying mood..
to cut short a man's simple days in living.
Let me tell ya what's so precious,
she purrs, just like a kitten..
tear'g through each firm shift given,
in silky thrusting gear meshes.
Oh, it's a fact.., she's known other men's hands
hit such dizzying heights on their track,
though promising never to look back,
my careful repair strokes her will demands.
Safe from boredom all my loving hands touch,
ev'ry square inch of Monaco White body showing,
hot turbocharged exhaust pipes ready and glowing,
hearts pounding in high revving double clutch.
Lola thrives on top tier 91 octane's heady drink,
sipping imperial ounces at each injection,
she's never known any salad days in rejection,
smooth cylinder walls bathed in sweetest crude oil and zinc.
Have you guessed at her qualifying past?
heart like a wheel.., all alone in a class..
smart dressed in Kevlar reinforced fiberglas
Hethel's english dream finally mine at last.
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"Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have
No regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself,
you're through"
* Whatever Lola Wants by Richard Adler and Jerry Ross for the 1955 musical play Damn Yankees
Death's breeze he has felt
Eternity's gates he saw
Impatient grew soul!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 October 2017
*Back just for today!
~~~~Concludes the poem "Dark Angel"
Tones
Speak to me in many waters
Wash away the dirt and grime
Lay my body upon the altar.
Transform me to another time.
May I be in line _ the first.
To press your palm upon my breast.
Quench this dry unending thirst
To calm my impatient heart to rest.
Alas!, You heed my being.
Offer me of your embrace.
For Your face is of my seeing.
Of its form my fingers trace.
Hands of worn callous strong.
Wrap me in salvations grace.
Hear thy name _ as put to song.
For on this virtue, my faith is based.
~~~For my Grandma 11152019
I think I can cry now.....
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/dark_angel_1182586
Patience is a virtue
Though it’s one that isn’t mine.
I get antsy when I wait
In any kind of line.
I can’t hold my horses
For that leads to agitation,
No matter what the reason
Or surrounding situation.
Type A personality
I think’s the diagnosis.
Ulcers or a heart attack
Is likely the prognosis.
Living in the city, though,
Is where I have to be.
For everywhere I go, I notice
Lunatics like me!
Before I was born there was nothing,
I did not worry,
I am alive now I worry,
soon I will not be here,
I wont worry again,
Good.....
Which one is the impatient belly dancer? My friend hissed.
I do not like it when he gets close to my ear like this.
Look at their mouths, I told him.
He made about six guesses.
No wonder he has had six wives.
IMPATIENT WITCH
A witch who was wicked and mean
Couldn’t wait for the next Halloween
But a Halloween spell
Doesn’t work very well
In June when the trees are still green
In July she tried once again
But got caught in a shower of rain
People laughed in the street
When she said, “Trick or treat”
So that only ended in pain
For two months she stayed out of sight
Determined to get the thing right
Chose not to remember
August or September
And save it for Halloween night
She had lots of time to prepare
Till the night was finally there
With cauldron a-bubble
She stirred up great trouble
Invoking a nationwide scare
Shafts of sunlight melt frozen flakes of snow,
as drop by drop, Winter trickles away.
And the snowdrops spontaneously show,
impatient for Spring to warm up the day.
Winter slowly fades, like a passing ghost,
as icicles start dripping from the eaves.
And yellow Daffodils, Nature's signposts,
guide Spring in, waving emerald green leaves.
Spring exudes the odor of life's rebirth,
subtle—it lingers sweetly on the breath.
For it's the fresh fragrance of Mother Earth,
the scent of resurrecting life from death.
The trees open their buds in early Spring,
morphing into a million shades of green.
And it's a treasure, Spring's eager to bring,
summoning flowers to color the scene.
Quite fortunately,
There's unseen beauty in ugly things.
And altogether fascinating,
Unrevealed mystery in every smile.
Just as a treasure is hidden,
Not every purpose is outwardly intended.
The smoothness of a road doesn't always gurantee a safe destination.
Sometimes, it's the rough road that leads to the strongest direction.