Best Last Minute Poems
Absorbed in Guernica’s promise Lucifer glanced at Montmatre
Settled his mind on virgins in heaven as Mona Lisa smiled on
One Last Supper tied to a suicide belt he set out to light the church
Of Our Lady and mounted Chagall’s Blue Horse towards The Scream
It was a Starry Night and he wondered how they painted in paradise
Oozing of promise he bandaged his lughole as a quiet reminder that
He had once been tied in desperate love to a Girl with a Pearl Ear Ring
Saw clearly the arc in his tearful eye which was one of glorious triumph
While he remembered Klimt’s Kiss The Birth of Venus fled the scene
On his way from the Louvre to book stalls at the banks of the Seine
He wondered whether a volume of so called degenerate art might be
A fitting companion on his irreversible passage to Death and the Maiden
Noble at heart in his mind he planted dynamite at the foot of Tour Eiffel
Well aware that triangulation was the strongest form of resilient bonds
By coincidence or synchronicity a Blue Dove flew onto his shoulder and
Reminded him of Goya’s dark paintings which suggested kindly to him that
The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters and devastating devils of which
He was one if he followed fanaticism’s religious distortion on his way to hell
15th January 2020
Last Minute Halloween Costume
Toilet paper wraps;
Costs less to dress as mummy,
Mom thinks it’s funny!
dodoitsu series (rhymed)
Winter is taking the reins
speeding past days of autumn -
Jack Frost smears the windowpanes
forefingers and thumb.
You who have no house to own,
too proud to seek charity,
you choose your path all alone
that’s a guarantee.
Your attic room, where risks run
rowdy as the eastern winds,
barren refuge while you shun
warmer help from friends.
Churches serve a daily meal
without impugning censure,
Would a shelter prove to shield
Christian adventure?
God casts no smears. You must know
you are short more than your needs.
God produces once you show
you will plant His seeds.
Twixt four fingers and your thumb
winnow pangs of laziness.
Earn warm lodging ere autumn’s
freeze spawns haziness.
for Elly Wouterse's contest 3 Proverbs and a Quote
For my series of didactic "germane" dodoitsu, I chose three German proverbs, being influenced much in my life by my German grandmother.
-A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
--Charity sees the need not the cause.
---God gives, but man must open his hand.
My quote from an international celebrity is from German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke -
“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone,” is from his poem, “Autumn Day”, translated by Stephen Mitchell.
https://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/category/poet/rainer-maria-rilke/
For word play:
“the four fingers and your thumb”, and “winnow pangs” of verse 5(6) play off of
“Jack Frost’s forefingers and thumb” and "window panes" of verse 1.
Word with two meanings:
Verse 1 – smear – v. to wipe or daub
Verse 4 (5) – smear – n. a slur or insult
double meaning proverb
A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
poor person can mean poverty-stricken or a
poor person can be incompetent, inept
I used the normal 7, 7, 7, 5 syllable pattern of a dodoitsu but rhymed it ABAB. I really needed 24 lines to complete my thoughts, but I dutifully cut it back to 20 lines, adding it back in italics after contest was judged. Expanding on Rilke’s “Autumn Day” title, I took a different turn from his prayerful, more positive piece.
If I could tell you just one last thing
I would tell you Dad, I wish I had more time with you
you taught me how to stand tall , do things the right way
If I could tell you Dad , before you flew your plane that Day..
You had asked me to go , and many times I wish I did .
For my fate would be as yours and Friend , Death, by a crash in the end.
I think what was so hard for me Dad , is I always felt something special
This was only something you could give me Dad , no other ..
Since you left September 4th , a bitter afternoon , not just losing you , myself too.
I lost you Dad, maybe I could have told you not to fly your plane that day..
Or maybe you were just too good for this World , and could not stay ..
For I have found many judgments in life , no one builds me up like you did .
If I had just more minute , after your remains were discovered after 9 months
I would hold you , and tell you I love you , Please don't go , just stay with me.
And still , I can't let go . If I could just free my soul.. Dad, if I had just one more minute .
In Honor of "Thomas Francis Kelley " your proud Son , Mark L. Kelley,
wrote by; Shanity Rain.
I hope your playing Golf in Heaven so when I get there , we can play 9 holes.
Breezing through hectic
Missed the soupers already
Wait until I'm done
Lack of sleep, struggling
Gaze on a book fell asleep
Can't wait for an end
Holiday hear me!
I lean on you already
Startled my day by your gift
Getting to the store quick on the double,
their faces look anxious and troubled,
minutes to spare,
pulling out their hair,
caffeine the hustle in their bustle.
12-22-16
First kiss from my mother
A three year old gets hug from her father
Amazing to learn the first letter
Playing with my brother looks great
Good looking in a graduation cap
A dimple on my cheeks on the sight of my prince
Running through every incident of my life
opened my eyes,saw me bleed
I lost my breath
The memories will always last
Messed up room and untouched books ariled by dust,
Branded cards specially bought
To bring out yips,
Last year’s Questions
Cut-short by hazards,
Next day’s paper
To prove the intellectuality in us.
Gabfest few minutes and
Gambling with the Joker for few hours,
A priori minds
And the counterattack,
A checkmate came after
When we realized
Only a night left thereafter.
Tension free four noetic minds
Held back for the bid,
Contributions pulled together
For the set paper to reach us.
Selected essay types and unsorted small questions -
Difficulty aroused to find out the answers
For the latter ones.
A yawning start and pages on count
Serious four minds
Now settled to start with the easygoing ones.
A Night-tea break and counting the part left
A great deal to follow, Unlaxed mood yet.
Cut-shorts answers on the way to close
Six month’s at one night
Now to face a three hours of fight.
Smiling four faces and head surging legion
Final bell rang and papers distributed.
Eye balls bulged out,
Heads started to itch,
Last night bid paper
Appeared a son of a b(i)tch.
Experienced four minds
Now to prove their intellectuality –
They followed the same old tricks.
Mugged up answers allotted
To the questions appeared from the same chapter,
Few were filled up
By their inborn self author.
Three hours to end
And we finished an half before,
We just followed the same old theory trick
Never leave the field blank
Or else to choke.
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The last minute wonder.
The nick of time saviour.
At Hells door I lay.
A willing candidate for destruction.
For I had exhausted my wealth on the acquisition of wild pleasures.
There His grace found me.
Those amazing hands that dragged me back to life.
That love that fed me with the living waters.
That Jesus that transformed me into a living stone.
That Jesus that made me a holy nation.
The God of the last minute.
In total disarray, my life was.
At its lowest ebb, my joy was.
At its dying breath, my faith was.
At a crumbling state, my security was
With a firm padlock, my doors of favour was shut.
I encountered many tragedies,
Tried many remedies.
Ran from pillar to post.
Huge debts, my purse grossed.
To the world, I became a ghost
At the nick of time.
God's favour came.
His blessings rained.
A new song, He put in my mouth.
Olorun Sergio Ramos.
The God of the last minute changed my story.
#Bashorun
Last Minute
The old lady went to the thrift store.
She found the row of coats,
and looked for just the right tags.
The color of the day.
She bought everyone that she could afford.
There were nine in all.
Then she pushed her cart…
toward hats and gloves, boots and shoes.
Soon enough there was no more room in the cart,
and no more money in her wallet.
The old lady went through the line at the front.
Outside in the snow,
she put shoes, gloves, a hat and a coat
in a hand made denim bag.
Nine bags filled the back of the old Oldsmobile.
The old lady went to the corner of Row and 5th.
She got out.
She opened her trunk
and placed all the bags under the lamp.
The old woman left.
The old woman went home.
She went back to her empty apartment,
with no family,
no friends
and no heat.
She had not paid the bill.
There was no reason too.
(9)
Nine strangers made it
through the coldest night
in a 100 years!
Someone had left bags…
Someone filled a need.
The newspaper read,
“Old Woman Dies… Alone.”
It was not a tragedy.
It was a last moment, purchase,
on the way to heaven.
The ticket already stamped…
The passenger just waiting
at the stop,
for the arrival,
“the Herald of Angels”
Amen.
I wrote this one just to let you know,
but if I'm late,
I will only wish it's not too late!
Knowing this day as one whose approach brings you joy,
and a remembrance of the years to years,
coupled with a hope of the many more years to come!
I can only wish you,
with all my most sincere heart and might,
A HAPPY BIRTH DAY!!!
With all care and positive thinking,
grow and be prosperous!
fly so high in colours and styles.
HAPPY BIRTH DAY!!!
The last minute
The one we wait for our entire lives
That appointment with destiny
We all deny exists
But it's always there
Gnawing at the back of your brain
Each passing moment
You are a little closer to the end
Or is it just the end of the beginning?
And when you get there how will you go
Gracefully, violently, suffering, or with no regrets?
Will an angel whisper in your ear
Or will Satan be smiling sardonically?
Ah, these are the questions that no soul can answer
For the things you do in this life
May mean nothing in the next
Or they may mean everything
Search for the truth and if you find it
Let me know
Because I know a guy who is in the market
If you know what I mean…
Cars are bustlin’ and people are hustlin’,
The avenues are backed up with shoppers
Last minute hunters are getting frantic,
Christmas Eve comes on Friday of this week
One must come prepared for all the panic,
As Impulse buying is on the increase
With buyers getting more and more frantic,
The hubbub will last for another week
The helter-skelter probably won’t stop
And, I’m not going to last-minute shop!
written December 22, 2021
[pardon me, but I took some liberties
with the rhyme for a traditional dizain]
To touch space
and shiver against
those fabric-brushed
black fields of
dismembered poppies.
To see eyes sparkle
an epitaph of love,
in shallow-paddled
darkness,
hoping serenity
stays afloat,
just one
more
minute.
Breathless
they touch…
barely,
intensity
blowing sense
into void,
as ends one
minute’s calling`
and poppies run
black inked petals
to a brooding,silent heaven.
~~~
3rd in Barbara Gorelick's contest "Heaven's Sake"
the bin by the door
overflows with umbrellas -
till’s steady ka-ching
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Date written 14th December 2019
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