Best Momentarily Poems
Momentarily
By Franklin Price
8/13/2105
Momentarily I thought
I feel sorry now for me
Then in another moment asked
How selfish can I be?
I'm having quite an issue
With some cancers of the skin
Doctors scrape and cut on me
On the outside not on in
A little inconvenience
Some bandages and pain
A little scarring here and there
But mostly whole again
Haven't lost an arm or leg
A colon or a lung
Still can climb a ladder
And move from rung to rung
More fortunate than others
In radiation therapy
With chemo in addition
I was there once so you see
I'm grateful now for where I am
That I'm not there again
No cancer on the inside
But lesser cancers of the skin
Must take care of everything
That bears the cancer name
Never know which one could be
The ending of the game
Know that God is with me
Through each and every bout
By himself not cure everything
Has doctors here for helping out
Momentarily
by Odin Roark
How elusive the quest
To place oneself in sync
Wavelength to wavelength
Response to reply
So many agendas beg ignoring
Those places where integrity remains suspect
Where job
Marriage
Relationships
Friends
Acquaintances
Eye contact
Undeserved pleasures
Even fantasized harmony
Portending confirmation of truth
Are often merely layered fears
Forged in distrust
For lest we forget
No one promised answers
Even as schemas know no boundaries
The road signs always offering direction
To the many of want
Facilitating few of need
They nevertheless remain available
Such goes this phenomenon of plans
Diagramable life
Representation of what might be
But rarely is
What is intrinsically longed for
Yet seemingly uncatchable
Like forever morphing mercury
Still
So desperate are most
Clutching to random connection
Often without reason
That attention from others
Is embraced as self-realization
Perhaps a venture off the beaten path
A bushwhack through the untrammeled past
Might beg consideration
Where revisiting the child within
Will remind how infant outbursts
Conveyed rudimentary logic
When diaper rash urgency
Void of language
Save scream and cry
Defined simple organics
A voicing in search of form
So easy to ignore this
Time’s simplistic message
Reaching back toward the dawn of man
When primitive bone and stone
Drummed the truth of need
Food
Shelter
Cover
When duplicity hadn’t been invented
When progress was preserved by raw instinct
Today
Actuality is in questioned focus
Our civilized regression
This guised-in-furtherance flight
Toward make-believe escape
Has jettisoned logic into the abyss of ignorance
Manipulating instead today’s lie of norm
Into modern truth
The hunt will continue
Beneath self-created imprisonment
To find that somewhere yet to objectify itself
That place where slumbers intrinsic reasoning
Kept safe by nature’s heartbeat
Requires nothing but simple acceptance
Of that known simply as
Ever available
Truth
Searching minds continue
Trusting consciousness will prevail
Even allowing occasional laughter
Along the path where delusions entertain…
Momentarily
Taxes are not talking nor are they taxis. But airports are often very congested. Packed tightly forming queues. Vastly unreported by news. News are neatly arranged newts in a bath licking ice cream. And a single melt of globular sploosh is merely an unwelcome loss. So washing becomes very dextrous in beckoning an eroded surface. Bubbles can form at will from depths of over fifty five feet. Whereupon a steely coloured beast of old will rise to take on even the mightiest of modern weaponry. When travelling in herds step left right left rigidly and always steer to the centre. Cinematic viewpoints of pathways filled with the patterned stardust trails. Break no saucepan in a rage. And cage no plant. It is to be said that at this time the potency of a banana sandwich with jam can run at great athletic speed over a basin drop. So always drag a meal to a ballroom. With chains. It is also wise and often imperative to shield eyes with cups and harness the knives,forks,and spoons. So as to avoid the high fluted champagne glasses who can be very nasty if crossed. Particularly if wearing a nine million pound gown. Sweep no lawn for lawns must be mown with a one centimetre pair of scissors. Many blades. Long time cutting. And dangling off the central high way at midnight is a feat only achieved by a very large circular bat. Pinnacles painting prisons playing political polo parties. And jester moments from the east and west ignite laughter and cheers from birth and south. So far heard by the eleventh moon many miles away. Air current velocity then. In a bowl. Chatting to a ladle about the state the potatoes are arranged in. It us simply not done. Unheard of in fact. To chop and place potatoes next to carrot and cabbage when all must surely know by now that this is unsafe as they simply do not get along together and therefore the soup will taste most sour. Dour diaries digging digital downloaded dreams. And a large portion of porridge in a mist on the horizon. Skipping. Hahahaha face of a thoughtful tissue. Hahaha exclamations exciting existential exotic experiences explicitly. Hahaha rotunda rotating rut. Xxxxx numerology Z that was the latest from the p y q reporting from a morning zoo next to a nice sty. Z cvb jackets Z.
I wander but some say I roam
Travelling myriad mazes
For home.
When pillared pathways
Lead to love cold
I ascend the stairway stars
That unfold
From my miring mind
Momentarily
Dwelling where clouds hold my slumber
And skies hold my dreams.
thy body electric experiences
constant dry cough and wheeze'n
perhaps explainable
via my headstrong commander in chief
o' me fifty nine shades of gray matter
resorting to treason
or deploying high crimes
and misdemeanors
during this budding spring season
thus, aye wonder what tooth ink
when there occurs
a momentary lapse of reason
noah egg zag jeer rate'n,
boot aye ham loath to axe 'cept
the onset of degenerative brain disorder
with ma noggin buzzing like bees
perhaps indicative of Alzheimer's
notorious amyloid
gunk plaque hard as cheese
Parkinson's, Huntington's Chorea disease,
or gamut of other no nonsense
mind playing game oh yea...absolutely much
worse than itching with fleas
Diffuse Lewy Body Malady,
(now thought to be the second
most common type of dementia,
akin to Google times anxiety
over a set plus spare lost black keys
Vascular Dementia, Frontotemporal Dementia
(FTD - Also known as
Pick's Disease), Depression,
Normal Pressure Hydrocephalus, ba jeez
perhaps inducing knock knees
Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease (CJD), where pleas
to divine entity, or merely the power
of positive thinking does absolutely nothing
hence tis ideal to relish each day,
where without fail
health of body, mind
and spirit doth prevail
more coveted, favored,
and immunized one to sail
their corporeal ship of state
rather rejoice, and in due time
embrace death, rather than decry
and blubber accursed fate to whale.
Lazily I lay in the field atop a hill
Spread like I am making a snow angel
Watching the sun yield to the clouds
Feeling the wind taking opposition to the heat
My loyal companion resting at my feet
If time could be frozen
Then this moment might be chosen
In a way I am glad time doesn’t stand still
For a better moment may arise
Even though I don’t think it will
There can be no joy in compromise
A tear is shed momentarily
It falls from a closed eyelid
Descends towards
the concrete ground
with rapid speed
And splatters into
a splotched shape
A second tear
descends down the
cheek but is quickly
wiped away with
a damp sleeve.
Was it the tears you drove?
To my heart midst this storm
the sudden urgency rushed
me and my heartbeats increased.
I ceased to recognize the surroundings.
While my thoughts whirled in extended
poundings.
Thunder barreled like a lovers lost
cry one trying to reach the other.
The storm passed and skies were blushed
with sigh rosy colors once more.
Waves of calm like on a shore rushed
gently over me.
Your presence was all around
gently touching my soul.
I was caught in a second the passion
I felt and was momentarily struck
by the awareness of you.
I thought about you all last night
In restful, dreamy sleep
We held each other oh so tight
And spoke of things too deep
To discuss here in this poem
Sufficient though to say
That they were things that spoke of love
And waiting for the day
momentarily
out of range
of the emotional
single
to the direct line
to the heart
of the matter
can't seem to find a
tower
there dose not
seem to be
any service
at all
the bars are almost
none existent
now
the battery
is all but drained
of it's emotional
charge
An
echo
of delight-
harmonic
minds
in
flight,
meet in
unison to
write
and
create
ekphrasis
from another's
sight.
like a branch
in winter's wrath
weighted down
pale and bare
ready to snap
coming undone
drooping
downward
numb
to touch
then the sun
smiles
on you
the warmth
melts your heart
just enough
to lift you
back up
even if only
until the next
blizzard comes
and burdens you
again you are free
momentarily