Best On Writing And Wordstime Poems
New partners at each meal, oh my, what fun.
This time its Andrea, Sara and Carolyn.
Our entrée is fish. Give you one guess who caught it.
She had offered it free but the restaurant bought it.
Michael has pulled this convention together.
Everything has been perfect to even the weather.
John has just given the inspired invocation.
We’re all on the program in convoluted rotation.
My attention right now is on these three friends
Who have given encouragement and love without end.
They are just as I pictured, so pretty and sweet
and each as delighted as I am to meet.
Now that I have met them, I am suddenly shy.
They are so talented that I wonder why
they would spend time with me, the oldest one here.
I soon feel included. Each one is a dear.
To get more acquainted we speak of our lives,
Andrea and Sara are both happy wives.
Carolyn is a young widow the same, as was I.
We laugh at some stories, at others we cry.
We talk very fast to get everything in.
To miss such a chance would be a grave sin.
We find deep connections to carry away
to ponder on later on some lonely day.
In four days of convention, we’ll meet all the others
and soon we’ll be closer than sisters and brothers.
When the meetings are over and it’s time for goodbye,
we’ll know we’ve made friends to the day that we die.
“A Table of Four” contest
Joyce Johnson
Carolyn Devonshire
Andrea Dietrich Won a 4th in this contest.
Sara Kendrick
The street lights switch on & so does my head,
From my mind flows prose, compose, no time for bed.
Who knows if those thoughts are chose to come again,
No time to doze, put on some clothes & grab yourself a pen.
The dawn breaks & so does my stride,
Thoughts turn to dust in my mind,
Another artistic vampire, the creative undead,
Time to return to my coffin, my bed.
Here lies the great day sleeper,
Known to few, respected by none, most thought him daft,
His heart burnt bright with the love of his craft,
Fueled by the fires of passion & drive,
Doused with a lack of any real substance.
R.I.P.
Redemption In Poetry.
Time and time and time again,
shaking hand and black inked pen,
poised above the prelined sheet,
where thoughts and rhymes and memories meet.
Trying to see the glass half-full,
feels like wearing itchy wool,
to my own self must be true,
the color of my world is blue.
I hate to bring you people down,
my poem's angst goes 'round and 'round,
Even I am sick of me!
So there I go, just let it be.
©Danielle White
a time to sing
Time to let praises ring
a time to say
Time to pray
a time to rest
Time to pursue our quest
a time to act
Time to turn back
a time to write
lines to excite
a time to create
it's never too late
For every thing there is season and time to every purpose under the heaven From Ecclesiates 3:2
1. Time (duration within a particular period of time) whether short or long and Time of
education, time availability for study
2. Interest at a particular point in time
3. Length, size, structure, width (specificity and diversity) of information available at a
particular time or point in time
4. Recepto-recereativity (Recreato-receptivity) - The ability of an individual to retain
and retrieve-remember information or to retain information without necessarily
understanding what the information means. It is the ability to manipulate data to make
personal meaning. It could be with the use of clues such as mnemonics etc. Also known as
the natural-intuitive-unlearned technique of doing things or representing things. It is the ability to use personal techniques or to retain and remember and give back what was implied without any derivation.
5. Creativity - This is driven by interest and understanding of the subject or information
and thus the individual has the ability to remember and recreate based on his/her
understanding-interpretation of the meaning. The individual can recreate or derive based
on his/her understanding. It is a point of view orientated knowledge at its peak, and a
derivative of one’s understanding. Here the information is linked to make-form meaning.
Knowledge at its peak equals understanding and understanding at its peak equals creativity (derivative of one's own understanding). But creativity is according to the individual's interpretation (point of view oriented)-understanding.
6. Mental work load
Form:
You’re not allowed to read this poem!
Unless your name is Jeroboam.
So stop right now before you start,
A mindless poem with no heart.
No need to let your eyes a’ wander,
You must have tons of time to squander --
Looking at this awful mess,
Of verbal anecdotal-ness.
You just don’t listen to my haste!
Instead your hard-earned time you’ll waste.
I warn you, it will now soon end…
It’s just around this sentences’ bend --
So just
to mess
with
you
I’ll
write,
A falling sentence, leaning right;
You’ve reached the end I hope you know,
There’s nothing more for me to show…
If you’re still here, there’s no more rhyme --
Cause this is now the final line.
My problem is – I am selfish:
I want to read and comment on other poems
But my time in front of the PC is limited
And my fingers and mind would rather
Create their own poems and post them
Before the demands of being a husband,
Father and employee tear me away from
The precious few moments spent by myself.
So, I force myself to open and read a poem
And I am met with words, sentences and thoughts
That I cannot comprehend.
Is that the sign of a poorly written poem?
Or, just verification that I am less in tune to
What today’s poetry entails than the artist that posted
This piece.
Skip it. No Comment. Read the next.
But time is running out – and I have a thought of my own
For a brand new poem – which won’t be read by others
And receive no comments itself.
I know a comment written will result in a comment received;
And yet, … Okay read another.
The word is “you’re” not “your”!
You mean “than” not “then”!
You should have said “their” not “there”!
I cannot see the thought, the rhyme, the intelligence
Because I am blinded by the mistakes.
Do I tell them? Will they take it as help or criticism?
Skip it. No Comment. Move on.
Okay, I’ll write one of my own.
“Yes, Dear – I know, I will give him a bath in a minute.”
Try one more.
Hey this is good. I like it.
32 Comments already received.
What more can I say?
They don’t need one more comment from me.
Skip it. No Comment.
“Okay, Okay, I’m coming.”
Shut down. ENTER. Log off. ENTER
Extend your hands my love
Come away with me
Lets fade away forever from sight
And explore visions of scenes we dream each time we are asleep
Let’s roam in echoing intuitions where we secretly meet
Let’s glide high on templates of splattered glitters on the highest mountains of high
Let’s set our souls refined, inscribed with pieces of love and unity
Carved in resonating pride and dignity, sewn to ever fly above infinity
Over suspensions of grace conforming to no rules nor any restricting territories
Where you and I alone reborn become one aligned in synchrony
Coated, covered in nectar soaring, streaking in flight, in light over the garden of beauty
Ever to be seen in dreams and memories
Each time they set sight on visions of eternity
When memories unfurl
The thoughts of you re-awaken tainted in fame of perfumes and styles
That linger passionately on silver wines spread lusciously apart
Aligned in exquisite perfection
Conforming to no logical alacrity, thoughts or styles where the human mind can find reasoning in or undo quickly
My design to overwhelm logic
That state of fantasy, my originality carved to compensate my ideal reality
That never fades far away from its ever loving grace
In passions of hues
Sewn only to my membrane
Your face never ceases to fade away
In my head they live from night to night
From sight to sight
Side to side
You’ve always remained within my grip and mine in yours
There you are
There you’ve always been setting notable footprints of legacy
and sowing seeds of tomorrow
We’re forever one
Made for me as I am made for you and together we live in company
You rekindle my soul’s thirst for energy and synergy
Where inscriptions of our love resides to re-ignite my passion and remedy
Merge your world in mine as mine’s in yours
We intertwine and together we’re both bound to shine, fly
For we are an unstoppable flow, we remain unflappable souls
We glide, we march
We breathe, we grow
Unfold your soul damsel, rise
Unfurl your petals to glow in peace
The time has come to live in liberty
Now and forevermore, if you promise to stay with me........
Form:
Scenes flicker as memories refresh
in the winds pathway of serenity, nature’s rudiment of music
reality stands still as time proceeds
in a network template of silence where musical rhythms are born
memories connect, thoughts reassemble, moments rearrange
reverse, rewind there
moments that gave memories , remember
capture the moment, still
bright moments disperse
lights fluctuate in an attempt to contend
dreams unveil
inspirations discern
while floating in this Iceland beach of eternity’s hue
never a bore even in the blur
gliding caressing its surface with my emotions
divulging feelings, thoughts and desires gradually succumb
I drift, soar, fly, while lost in this visionary trance
capture the moment, still
as time proceeds
in an attempt to define
what was lost
my destination’s rebirth is reborn .............
Form:
Calendar pages turned again,
Reminders of the year that’s been.
Twelve months gathered into one,
In this race, relentless time has won.
The hands of time will not turn back,
But keep on ticking right on track.
Faces toward the future turned,
Remembering now, lessons learned.
A brand new chapter will unfold
New pages turned, new stories told.
For “soupers” may the year be bright,
Our passage noted with heartfelt write.
Wishing my friends here a very happy and prolific New Year
As we grow into adults
We get lesson after lesson
Of sacrifice
And we’re shown again and again
Its rewards
We sacrifice
For our kids
For our family
For that car
For this house
For that job
For this status
We go without
We abstain
We hold back
All for a greater cause
This time
My lesson
Will be the sacrifice made
For me
For my craft
For my writings
I will sacrifice time from the kids
Because they’d rather be somewhere, anywhere, other than hanging with their mom
I will sacrifice time from my spouse
Because he’d much rather have more time to talk with his mistress than talk with me about
our future
I will sacrifice money from my measly earnings
Because I may be living paycheck to paycheck but the few dollars spent to be amongst other
people who share the same passion of writing
Is worth it to me
I will sacrifice whatever is needed
Because I believe
It is time
(triple tetractys)
The
night is
very peaceful
and so quiet
just that perfect time to think and write
This is when I can really concentrate
and meditate
about things
I just
dream
and
wonder
all the time
day in and night out
time to give thanks and praise God for all His blessings
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
November,23,2008
She doesn't want warmed over poems,
Just as Grandpa and his pie.
Much like my darling grandma did
I'll try hard to comply.
Conceived, revolved, molded with love
Poems and pies are much alike.
I did well in her other one today.
How often can luck strike?
So here it is dear Constance,
All set and ready to bake.
It may not be a masterpiece,
But I've not the time to take.
This poem has had no time to rise,
Nor to bubble and mature.
Four out of ten already in,
I must post it now for sure.
For Poems Have Wings contest took 5th place
God is here!
do you believe in him?
what is it?
who do you know?
what's make?
is there time?
is there a clock?
I don't know.
It isn't my time.
It's the time for everyone.
It is the time to be calm.
It is nothing here.
I can't believe it.
I don't remember thing.
who do you know in your life?
where are you going?
is there something good in your life?
is there you?
I know!
there isn't!
who do you believe in?
i would say,
no-one!
is there something?
no!
I don't think so!
is there something really good in you?
I know!
there isn't!
make it precious.
precious though.
precious everything.
In time and on time,
Good time and bad time.
Do time and done time,
Glad time and sad time.
Mark time and make time,
Last time and first time,
Tell time and take time,
Best time and worst time.
Save time and waste time,
Make time and lose time,
Bake time and taste time,
No time and choose time.
All the time and some time,
Day time and night time,
Leave time and come time,
Wrong time and right time.
Sleep time and show time,
Fast time and slow time.
Reap time and sow time
And know it's time to go time.
For Paula's say The Word Contest. Received HM