Best Jogs Poems
Join me in paradise
jostled loose from my dreams.
Journey to barefoot sands.
Jewels of turquoise gleam,
jaunting free in warm waves.
Jacaranda-kissed breeze
jogs memories of love.
Written 3/6/17 for J Pleiades Contest
The walkers ... aimless and ambling,
stagger, strut and stumble toward
their solitary scenarios.
An occasional erect form jogs
the stomping sound of feet submerged
in the staccato hum > the rapid fire buzz
the blaring horns of traffic.
The colors of life appear random ...
as flashing retinal after images
on closed lids, constantly
refreshed by rubbing.
A geometry of pretense
is etched into the forebrain of the fragile,
for all walk ... the sane, the insane
the righteous, and the negligent
the skeletal structure
correlating and communicating
the random pattern of life
to the Universal eye
from this earthen plane.
She jogs
Her brown eyes are blue eyes
Bought a sports bra
© 2000
The fog rolls in surrounding me,
My hand before me, I barely see.
A heaviness as moisture clings to the air,
Ghost like shadows from trees that are bare.
I walk forward I don’t want to look back,
I grab a new card from off of the stack.
I think of it like turning over a new leaf,
I take a deep breath and hope for relief.
I turn the corner there are lights shining bright.
Blue lights resonate and glow in the night.
A Christmas tree lit, entirely in blue,
Like a beacon in the fog it shines right through.
The Christmas tree lights shine much like my hope,
I try to break free with some slack in the rope.
They bring a smile and fill me with content,
As the fog thickens the lights don’t relent.
They seem to glow within the fog,
I lose my bearing as I trip on a log.
I feel like a ghost upon a canvas of white,
It all disappears within the confines of night.
I hear a bell from a church on the hill,
Its haunting sound from what was still.
It seems to call to me to just forge on.
All of a sudden the ringing is gone.
I stand in darkness just me and the fog,
Something awakens, memories it jogs.
I think of my journey and all I’ve been through,
What has been done and what’s left to do.
It hasn’t been easy though it’s not bad.
I have fond memories of great times I’ve had.
Still something’s missing as I look for the door,
I know it can’t be like it was once before.
The winds picks up, adds a chill to the air.
It awakens my senses so I really don’t care.
I stand at the threshold to the future and past.
I will simply step outside, the shadows it casts.
My trampy old DC's, a wonderful shoe
They stayed on my foot since I bought them brand new
No matter how smelly, or sandy, or wet
They were the best 'man-shoe' a female could get
You wear them for walking, skateboarding and jogs
And someone once offered to swap for some clogs
I had to decline for I love my DC'S
They've been there for climbing up walls and oak trees
They're comfy for biking on extreme terrain
and protect your socks when you're stuck in the rain
Encasing my tootsies when I walked 10 miles
through fields and meadows, and over wood stiles
We've danced through the puddles and lost loves and gigs
Got covered in poo when I ambushed some pigs
They're better than slippers, I'd say flip-flops too
Respect for the DC's, my favourite shoe.
18th August 2011
Trains, planes and automobiles all require fuel
But the best form of transportation was a gift from God
Clad in socks, abused on jogs, squeezed into heels
When it comes to moving people, let's give feet the nod
Energy is something we had, not purchased
So let's take a few steps back in history
In olden days, we walked where we wanted to go
Let's prove we can get around without an Energizer battery
grandpa jogs
he can’t seem to outrun
his age
he really tries
he’s good at finding
new wrinkles
grampa jogs
he can't seem to outrun
his wrinkles
Even his score
detached a dirigible in a storm?
Nothing abhorrent-
or should the dogs take with me?
Making jogs..?
Hog logs?
I had to remain detached;
the fuzzy are right,
reaching storm height,
long overdone night...
I should have come twice,
knowing it'd be so nice-
you have had the scare,
and many slices of pie-
why so many vices though?
Language-
lion's-
loans.
JACK FROST
Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs and jumps on frost
Able to bring bone-chilled snow fall at any cost.
Crystals and crisps of thin snowflakes fly beyond grip.
Knife of ice hits heart of winter piercing too deep.
Fantastic ice- skating slides smooth on snowy track
Ruthless hard frost bite attacks helpless jumping Jack.
On Ocean, open - hidden ice bergs threaten ship
Shivering cold breeze cannot be controlled at all.
Terrible frosty winter by jocund Jack to call..
12/30/16
Winter related Contest by Janice Canerdy
Whenever I am passing by a stadium and
I hear, “Goal!” I think Red For I am a Fan
Of Manchester United.
The sound of a Gunshot tells me that
Someone might have been shot and the Splatter of
Red Thick Blood comes to mind.
When I hear people chatter
About the annoying traffic situation,
The Image in my head is the red Traffic Light sign
That tells hurrying motorists to halt.
While driving home from work
My wife phones me to say she cooked some stew
And the hunger in my head
Makes me see the red tomato pasted liquid as I salivate
While holding on to the starring wheel six Kilometers to my home.
When my wife yells, “Rose’’, I wonder why
She thinks the red flowers in the garden have ears
But the immediate response of
My second daughter, Rose
Jogs my memory.
If someone asks me to make a comparison between England and America
I will surely remember that they both have red on their flags.
As pedestrian on the high-way, I hear a siren behind me
And before I turn I can feel the
Blinking red light on top of the Vehicle behind.
When my wife says it is that time of the month when she has to
Wear pads, it is obvious that I can imagine
The redness she yearns to conceal.
When one says we should go get tipsy
The taste of Red Wine reminds me of its dark red Thickness and Freshness.
When my kid tells me the remote of our decoder is no longer working
I imagine that he means the red light that blinks from its head
Whenever one presses it, blinks no more.
Ever since I saw my Albino friend just after he was slapped,
Whenever I hear a story of an Albino who is slapped,
I imagine the immediate redness on the side of the face affected.
I know a little tabby cat
her fluffy tummy slightly fat
She wobbles as she jogs along
I worry, is there something wrong
My worries are now put aside
that tabby cat now lies with pride
amongst her little kittens nine
all asleep in one long line
Contest : Cat Tails
10th place
Contest : my Best pet or animal poem
10th place
JACK FROST
Jolly jocund jubilant Jack Frost joyfully jogs on snow
Ambassador of winter casts snow fall with white glow
Crisps and crystals of thin snowflakes fly away out of grip
Knife of ice, sword of snow hit frozen heart of winter too deep
Fantastic funny ice skating slides smooth on snowy track
Ruthless frost bite turns helpless to attack jumping Jack
On ocean open and hidden ice bergs threaten floating ship
Shivering chilled wind wave can’t be controlled at any cost
Terrible frosty winter has been brought by vigorous Jack Frost
11/30/15
Jack Frost Poetry Contest Fifth Place
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
The rise of the moon charges the air and calls out to the undead. My eyes open to
see only darkness in my resting place.
I stir slowly as the desire of hunger courses through my body.
I feel like I must feed.
I exit the catacomb of my cardboard hideout.
Gone are the days of myths and coffins. Capes and curses. And a prince to rule our
likes.
What prince would live in the alleys and shadows of society while feeding on the
destitute.
Their blood is thin and vile, but it has sustainance.
Tonight the moon calls. It begs. It howls. It's power is beyond my control.
I place myself beneath the stars and stand before the orb that beckons me to rise
from my sleep.
I envision a bat and I am airborn. With fluttering wings I dart beneath the
streetlights. I grasp the limb of a tree near a well traveled path.
The city park is quiet on this Autumn eve. I watch as the creatures of the night
begin to stir below me.
The smell of human flesh invades my nostrils, even before I hear the approaching
footsteps. Anticipation builds as the hope of rich, healthy blood presents itself.
I see the form of a female as she jogs along the dimly lit path.
Ahh yes. A woman. The sweetest nectar of all the living souls.
I wait until she passes beneath me. Then I drop to the ground and land in human
form.
I envision the wolf. I am running through the brush to get ahead of my prey. I linger
just off the path matching her stride. I see a small clearing ahead so I race to be
there first.
I find a shadow beside the path where I crouch and wait.
Again the smell of flesh approaches. The footsteps are like thunder in my ears.
Here she comes.
I leap from the shadows and I see her startled eyes as she raises her hand to fend
me off.
GARRRRR!!!
Suddenly my eyes are burning.
DAMMIT!!! Why do these women carry mace? That wasn't a problem in the old days.
I retreat into the darkness gasping and coughing and rubbing my eyes.
I'm going back to the alley to find a bum to feed on so I can get back to sleep.
I'll try again next moon.
Rockman :-)
Submitted to the "Poems From A Vampire" contest.
dislike jumps to conclusions
pride walks to judgment
hatred runs to condemnations
does anyone know where kindness went?
like jogs to acceptance
humility dances to giving
love skips to tolerance
which way do you prefer living?