Best Installments Poems
A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried
The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly
Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes
But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the embers... one picture at a time
Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown
Every step feeling more like a mile
I've grieved so long
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song
Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind
How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door?
Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned?
This ode to a man
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart
Crazy as a loon
But my God... how I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder... Do you miss me too?
Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate
Of ill trusted hopes
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away
On this the 2nd anniversary...
Of your passing away
In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani
(My Beloved)
Categories:
installments, death, grief, husband, loss,
Form:
Quatrain
Foregone is my freedom
My future and it's conclusion
My most detached relationship
To myself now subject
To scathing privately
In installments with you.
Now I confided
“He tends a garden”
How was I to express
Without existential anguish
This irrational leap of faith?
Subjugated or subsidized
It bankrupted my reason
So far-gone was my longing
I was invited to a task.
My lesson was to refute life.
Something I had
Already accomplished.
So I confided.
“He tends a flower”
Half-witless or absent minded
I felt no connection
To your thankless doctrines
And I waited patiently at the end
Of whatever road I had taken
For my choice attendant.
And I confided
“He tends to Petunia”
Categories:
installments, caregiving, romantic, trust,
Form:
Verse
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part VII
In the interim be quashed, my pangs
The process should be sore slow.
I will do it gallantly; wicked empire
I will kill her in small installments
Tick!
Categories:
installments, political
Form:
Narrative
Cabbie with A Heart
This latest news about a selfless taxi driver…
The kindness out of his heart is a source for wonder ….
In the daily business of ferrying his charges for a fee…
He works long hours , morning till dusk before going off free ….
As a family man like any other, he provides for his family with his daily takings..…
Time is ever precious, more ferrying means better daily earnings…
Just as any other hard working Malaysian, he always there to give service…
Doing his utmost best each day in providing a transportation service…
For a working man such as he, where time and his service means money…
It surprises to know this taxi driver willingly sacrifices his time and money….
All for an aged yet loving couple, who are yet to be classified as senior citizens..
Who are only in their late forties and yet the woman has chronic kidney disease…
This stricken woman requires a thrice-a-week treatment at the dialysis center….
The fare is an exorbitant RM30 to pay even if the center is but a short drive away
It is always a trying time to hail for a taxi willing to take them to the center..
For the word is out that they are unable to pay the full fare, even not at all..
One fine day, as they scoured in vain for a taxi to take them to the center..…
Up came Mr Jong, an elderly and sprightly taximan, willing to ferry them over…
The kind hearted soul in him accepts only RM20 for his service, if possible..
He’s such a good man, giving discounted rides and payments in installments..
Taxi driver Jong, 61 years old, thinks he is doing something simple…
Out of the goodness in his heart, he is now on their call three times-a-week…
It matters not, Jong wisely observes, I am Chinese and they are Malays in need…
God willing, I will stay healthy and I trust them to pay me when they able indeed..
So fellow Malaysians, do marvel at this display of humanity on the streets…
There are countless other good deeds being played out that are not called to heed…
But this episode runs contrary to the prejudices and the mistrust on racial lines..
It calls for brotherhood love, as the same colored blood runs common beneath our skins..
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2015/12/16/a-kind-and-caring-taxi-driver-cabbie-drives-couple-to-dialysis-centre-without-expecting-payment/
Categories:
installments, appreciation, blessing, encouraging, giving,
Form:
Narrative
This Year, Underneath the Tree
By Rick Rucker
This year, underneath the tree,
Presents all around,
But, the one that can’t be found,
The one, that means the most to me,
Your Love, which you give to me, so True,
And I return, in kind,
You are always in my mind,
What else could I do?
My Love, given to you for all my Life,
Seems a very inexpensive Gift,
But, I hope it will, your Spirits, lift,
That is why I have asked you to be my Wife!
Love cannot be bought for pay,
Money does not make it yours,
Those, that try that, are curs,
It comes only layaway!
Installments made on Time,
Like a daily morning Kiss,
It is little things like this,
That make it so Sublime,
After half a hundred years,
If the payments, We have made,
When, to Our Rest, We are laid,
There should be no tears,
You and I will have loved, hard and long,
Together we will be,
On those clouds that appear a Sea,
Having loved each other Strong,
My Life, I give to you, my Love,
Without reservation, or fear,
Always want you to be near,
Until we live in Heaven, Above!
Categories:
installments, love,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
The Curse: Part 1 (If it is a man)
The god of curses awake
Take the poison and erect your tongue to spit
I want to curse!
The god of curses whose sex we speculate
Not he nor she, crane your face
I want to curse!
A mortal sat on his bottom to hack my system
May his bottom develop hiccups
So that when he talks to his in-laws
He farts in small installments and laughs
This mortal posted images rarely seen at noon
May his kingdom stand when there is no offer
And may his Kingdom fall when there is an offer!
So that he begs throughout life
While biting his lower lip with a wish!
The mortal posted 98 pics of his pick
May he be caught writing graffiti
On the official car of a stressed soldier holding a gun
With only one bullet left
The mortal is waiting for the damage. Sawa!
Now here comes the mother of all curses:
May I meet you in the street, especially after I have taken a heavy meal
And there are no witnesses…
I swear, I swear, haki, I suea!
Categories:
installments, abuse, body, character,
Form:
Narrative
Despite my talent, I have failed,
In so many different ways,
So many more different days,
Allowing my heart to get nailed.
Priorities had to be spelled
Properly, prompting me to stay
On my toes, in order to pay
Installments that will get me bailed.
Never in my life have I tried
To avoid my life on the run.
More than once in a while, I cried,
Each time I fell under the gun.
Now, I feel as if I just died,
Telling the world that I am done.
Categories:
installments, lifelife, me,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Time moves too slow
when kneeled before oppressive
three by four inch plastic altars
taking communion with fellow debtors
and praying
in allocated installments of faith
for blessings of pregnant dollars
and a forecast
of January amnesty
But we all hear December's secrets
in the static whispers
curling away from desperate lips
as if aired concerns
will disappear like winter vapors.
This devolvement
back to flesh and bone liability
will negotiate no cornerstone,
compromise no clause,
and grant no mercy
even if
we make it through December.
Categories:
installments, introspection
Form:
Free verse
You don't owe me anything---
not installments of lost time,
not a diamond ring.
We take our chances
on romance. Is
unrequited love a crime?
1-1-2020
Categories:
installments, heartbreak, i miss you,
Form:
Rhyme
Lay away.
I had never heard the term
Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade.
We had both fallen in love with a purse with large ugly brown beads attached to the side.
Hers was blonde, mine was orange.
I lamented I could not have it.
Lay a way, she chanted. Lay a way! Lay a way!
I had never heard of it.
This is where you put three dollars down,
The only three dollars you have,
Your babysitting money that used to come hard back then, when
We babysat a family of six for twenty-five cents an hour.
And you have to come back to the store and pay the rest of the money in installments
Until you are finally finished plunking down the whole twelve dollars.
Her mother had taught her,
And she taught me.
It nearly worried me to death.
Scared I would never get the rest of the money to them.
Knowing not only would the purse not be mine
But that if I could not scrounge up the
Rest of the cash, I just lost twelve hours
Worth of babysitting six children.
Categories:
installments, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Thursday morning I received an urgent letter
from the Internal Revenue....it said I had to pay back
my refund or they would garnish my wages;
there's much confusion about the new exemption laws, but the money is due
by July the twenty fourth, or I would be charged more fees and interest.
Wasn't it the tax preparer fault for the avoidable error?
I am not going for a tax audit, I will send them any amount I can and pay the rest
in monthly installments by tightening my belt even more; it's harder than fighting
City Hall! I'll have to pay for having had that ball...no refund on items bought!
I'll look forward to a zero refund in late February, or possibly in May; they'll keep
everything I'll claim...many things I have to give up: no dinners at restaurants;
no trendy clothes: I must settle for home cooking and avoid movies on demand!
Categories:
installments, confusion, money, morning,
Form:
Free verse
Overabundance of Books in Market
****************************
"On the turn,
I've found
an overabundance of books
in the market !
I've heard .......
There characters are being sold -
in some relations,
in some selected installments. ........
Some has filled with reasons.
Some has filled with superstitions.
Some has guided the paths.
Some are seeking the ways.
Some has for equations.
Some has for clarification.
Powerless words on paper
are moaning in acute torture.
Wound of such scratch
that are not coming on tongue.
Some are stumbling
due to anomalies of characters.
Some are shrinking & blushing
as they're too scared with spellings.
As if, buried in the pages,
worn saree of bookbinding.
The middleman is recovered
the desired auctioned amount.
It's the worst crime !
The buyer
becomes offender.
As finally he does confess.!!"_____Durgesh Verma (28/07/2016)
Categories:
installments, books, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
May second, it beckons me, my birthday!
Many, many moons have risen and set
since this big baby's birth along the way.
I have no qualms, few querulous regrets.
Happy birthday you pathetic poet!
You managed to eke yet another year
out of your life's allotted installments.
Happy birthday fella! You persevered
once more. Eyesight poor but you see much more.
I guess they call it wisdom, gained from all
the years. Just hype! Nothing to underscore:
A bit part, few lines and no curtain calls.
The bard once wrote the world is but a stage
I'll play the part. My role is middle-age.
Categories:
installments, birthday,
Form:
Sonnet
“Amaryllis One”
“Amaryllis One”
Cheph 111 reminicint.
The falcon yerd lady screamed at MarYlin please set this thing down in one
pieces she screamed and screamed the engines were hauling the fuel the
concentrated alabaster into sections of fits and false starts. The other member of
this crew the charlaxandriodone was nerves too he seldom could contain his
excitement and he too screamed are you Crazxy MarYlin please. She lisped in a
bad b movie accent the ship will not respond to the autopilot i'm doing the best
eye can to set us down there is a highway its checked on the map im heading
strait for it now. WHERE is the falcon lady now she screamed and screamed for
it seemed that the “Amaryllis One” was crashing down into the desert sun.
Relax gentile reader there is more installments of this new saga reminicint to be
continue
Categories:
installments, adventure, science fiction, space,
Form:
Free verse
Substantial quadrants of hate
Throughout these veins circulate
Spiraling in frenzied states
Adrift an ailing coma
Infinite corruption clawed my corneas
Birthing the erasure of euphoria
Imprinting trademarks of memoria
Leaving in wake vile aromas
All confidence dissolved to solvents
Due to definitive involvement
Susceptible to gaunt installments
Marring my skin with melanoma
Mother Earth serves as a mime
Humanity must be refined
Categories:
installments, life,
Form:
Sonnet