Best Onto Poems
I could talk about anything
But not two of them at once
Too many thoughts and hertz
Muddled mental interference
I can pick through this all
To somehow try to sort them
No doubt becoming distorted
Confetti caught in the wind
I want to be frozen in mind
And burned into your screen
Have you known what I meant
You really knew what I mean
I am dreaming without sleep
You, the always sweet treat
If I could back us onto DVR
I would keep this on repeat
Hope dangles on a string, ephemeral in the air;
A slow spinning of redemption, with secrets to unfold,
Winding in and winding out, its mysteries entwine,
Like tendrils of smoke from a candle divine;
In the depths of despair, where darkness reigns,
Hope emerges like flickering flames,
Guiding me through the shadows of doubt,
Whispering of a brighter tomorrow, without a shout
I cling to this fragile thread of hope,
As it winds its way through the maze of life,
Leading me towards a distant light,
A beacon of promise in the stormy night
With each passing moment, I hold on tight,
To the hope that dances on the edge of sight,
For in its delicate dance, I find solace and peace,
A fleeting glimpse of a future where worries cease
I watch as hope unfolds its wings,
And soars above the chaos and the din,
A symbol of resilience and strength,
This is a reminder that even in darkness, there's a length
I am a captive of the beauty of hope,
As it sows its magic through the fabric of my soul,
A cloth of dreams and aspirations,
A spark of light in the darkest of destinations
I embrace hope with open arms.
Letting it guide me through life's storms,
In its gentle touch, I find fulfilling grace,
Promising of better days, worthy to chase
So I'll hold on to hope's fragile thread,
As it leads onto the path ahead,
For in its whispers as well as its sigh,
I'll find the courage to rise and fly…
All tidy and neat, smelling apple sweet
Life pranced forward in an amazingly great way
Then there was a hiccup, a screech, a slap
Or something else that changed it into a foggy mean thing
For a second but most did not hold a grudge,
Reverting back to the happy joyful way it used to be
Before the event
Not all
Some held onto the hiccup and screech
Wailing and keening
Tearing their eyes out of their faces
To prove the horribleness of the slap
To retain its power
To stop living
And it all happened
Secretly in a subconscious world
Where no one else could go
No longer tidy or neat on
Stanton Street.
I thought that there was something there
Something to hold onto
I had reached out my open hand
To an emptiness I did not seek to find
Empty words in empty air
Oceans of lonely time
Promises never spoken
A loss of the true sublime
An emptiness is all I feel
An emptiness inside
My missing half that had been found
Now has left me without a sound
I shall retreat back to the safety of me
Hold up my inner mirror to really see
If any real damage has been done
Has love's battle been fought and won
I shall rebuild my fotress strong and tall
My castles in the the air
God help the next person who tries to dare
To scale these walls without a care
Nothing is as nothing seems
Words that come easily have no meaning
And when spoken with no feeling
Silence has more worth.
(May 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Where ever you are darling
love will always be smiling
sweetly living inside warm
Each heartbeat a mirror bell
ringing deep reflections draw
sparkling gold on your beauty
diamond gem treasuring
Walking the seven steps together
the way of truth and love our friendship
Destiny paints a path colored dream
holding under a rainbow promise
Magical strengths in our resistance
falling under enchanting magic
Spelling powerful feelings sing out
soft chanting echoes silver whisper
upon a cloud love you house the dream
wrote in heavenly syllable count
Hallelujah la planta de tus pies;
Desde la tierra santa has pisado
Arnes debajo de las alas alrededor de tu hermoso cuello,
usas la mosca con Hallelujah, ;
Los labios acariciadores rara vez fallan;
las pasiones de los puntos de conversacion;
Hallelujah
bocas que siempre alaban a Dios;
en voz alta y siempre
Alabado sea el Senor
Acriciando y besando tu alma espiritual;
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
8/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
- Dr. Seuss
Beams dim...beams bright
Headlights...too dark headlights!
Tyres screeching...eyes screaming terror’s thread
Sirens wailing a deafening... ‘Life’s under threat!’
A high speed chase onto one way traffic
Bells ringing...the crash paints chaos too graphic
Hurry, hurry...ambulance on the double!
On_off surviving grizzly-like-troubles
Fireman down the sliding pole... fire truck under the table
To the accident scene in the kitchen...survivors to unmangle
“Mommy...mommy have you seen the policeman?!”
“You ought to take better care of your toys young man!”
08-14-2015
Thabang Jan Ngoma
Contest
Casarah Nance's Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt
He hung out alone in his room most of the time
with his door locked,quiet.
He had a name. A short and simple one, that nobody could remember. Maybe it was Ken, or
Tom - something like that.
Yeah, the boy everybody made fun of
beacuse his Mummy had stiched his name onto the back of his PE bag.
Not just that, he had all his books perfectly coverered, I remember beacuse I used to hand
them out in the mornings.
He never came back to school after the holidays.
Jess said it was because he got sent to juvie for trying to butcher his Mum with the garden
spade. She heard that he was one of those "messed up kids," who finally flipped out. Huey,
agreed and said that it was only a matter of time before it happened.
According to Mia, she heard that his Mum was just standing there, when he came up from
behind and attacked her. She heard there was blood all over the place.
Everyone heard everything.
When our teacher came over to ask who we were talking about,
Jess said Ken.
Huey said Tom.
Mia said Bill.
Confused, they stared at eachother
then turned to the class, perhaps searching for the answer.
Everyone else, shrugged.
I Think that I Saw You Today, Or at Least a Version of Who You Once Were.
I am Trying Hard to Hold Onto Memories that Once Captured the Beautiful Experiences Shared, that Now Seem to Slip Away With The Passage of Time.
I Don't Know if I Should Embrace The Present, Enjoy Each Day and Cherish The Time Left, Or Recollect the Past and Remember What May Never Be Again?
Your 60th Birthday was a Milestone That Seemed to Hold Such Promise.
Retirement in Five Years, Travel, and the Beginning of the Golden Years.
Now It Appears to Be the Beginning of When It All Started.
You Were Here to Change My Diapers, Give Bottles, and Provide the Nurturing that Every Child or Infant Needs.
Now I am Here To Play a Similar Role, Though I Wish it Were Not Left to Me Alone, For I am One of Six Adult Children.
Should I Try To Make It Easier On You, By Not Pushing Too Hard, Or On Me By Encouraging You to Remember The Past that Is Now Lost?
Maybe This Process Makes It Easier To Let Go?
I Don't Know, I Only Know It Hurts To Hold On Like This.
I Wonder IF I Let You Go, Will You Even Notice?
I Know that If You Were You, Then You Would Care.
I Just Know that This is a Long and Lonely Road.
Sincerely,
Your Son,
Author Paul Cumberbatch (November 3rd, 2020)
The book of summer was long overdue
Should have been returned to the library
I hesitated wanting to hold onto
Its pages of sunshine, blue skies
Balmy winds, beach barbecues
Days at the cottage, all my heavenly flowers
But I was reluctantly forced to return it
And check out the book of October
And although I pined for summer
I did enjoy the harvest moons
Falling leaves of golds and reds
Vivid sunsets and wheat fields
Children dressed for Halloween
Burning piles of sweet hickory leaves
I knew the books of winter and spring
Were waiting for me back on that shelf
And as time went by, I would learn
How to love these seasons also
I know sometimes I can be quiet,
No smile upon my face.
It’s not because I’m callous,
I never thought I would feel this way.
At times I know I seem displaced,
When I see you there in pain.
Inside my heart is breaking,
Searching for words to say.
Experience in love isn’t one of my strongest virtues,
I’ll easily admit where I’ve done wrong.
For I know I can be hard to hold onto,
Give me a little time and please hold on.
I know I can be hard to hold onto.
Especially when wrestling with my pride.
There are so many things I want to tell you.
I have so many emotions of you held deep inside.
I know I can be hard to hold onto.
Yet you have broken the walls around my heart.
I never wanted to be hard to hold onto.
This is an admission of where I have had to start.
There’s no question I’m rough around the edges,
I noticed how you’re able to look past that all the time.
Always able to see my heart that’s beating underneath,
It beats with yours in perfect time.
I know at times I’m the puzzle you have to work hard at,
I love you for you never quit.
Yes I know I can be hard to hold onto,
Yet you always make the pieces fit.
Emeralds fall from your tears.
Various decisions I face.
Eternal wonder I will
Relive any choice
You make
Tonight under these stars.
Intensely I watch you,
Mirrored I am in your
Eyes. My faceless expression
Intricately
Locked in your gaze.
Only tonight matters.
Only your next sentence can
Keep me safe.
Inside I cry but
Not outwardly.
Your decision, not mine.
Object I will not.
Urgently though, I pray.
Remember my
Eyes and see me whole.
Youthful and always
Embracing you tender. Look at my lost
Strength. Carefully
Immersed in this
Stone face. Can’t you see my
Endurance? I hold on to this
Everlastingly. I apologize.
State your opinion,
Truthfully now. Just
Always see, feel, taste, and
Remember the
Stars we watched long ago.
Good laughs
here
good thoughts
the sun
illuminated my face
warming my
every pore
A dump after
work,
that was relaxing
and fulfilling
yesterday,
I saw a mother
and two boys,
each wearing
a pair of
plastic gloves.
Searching through sun
burned garbage for
cans.
It was their Sunday
I throw out my cans,
I feel half hearted
for some reason
I want more for them,
carrying all dark
maybe no light
the family who digs
on a sunday,
boys no more than
ten
I wish they prosper
with age,
prosper with
pride and
not hate
I gave a dollar
to a homeless man
with seven teeth.
He was a real
person
we held a real
conversation
why did I not
stop my bike for
the digging family?
I was too struck
with thought,
I didn't want
to embarrass
in front of
others
When the echos of distress resound
let it be assured that u are then one
that need to except or reject.
If you cannot see then let it be revealed
in your dreams and your heart will open up
so that our love will not be in vain.
Stay on the path as its all that will
keep you sain as tomorrow you will know
that your dreams will become reality
without the burdens that was not yours to fend.
The commitment to this path will ease
even the heaviest burden and not
transcend onto our world .
Our love will always be there not to drag
us into their worlds as foreseen In
the road of yesterday which opens
up our doors into roads of sorrow and see their world
of lust a greed not just for pleasures
but for contentment in their choices .
As envious hearts and their greed
was not our choices to-be made
but their hearts already spoken out of greed .
so take my hand as life and love is
not for fools whom is not sure
but for those whom choose to walk in faith
without yesterdays burdens
so be sure of blissful dreams and
visions of hope for today our life’s
will be in realms of one accord.
Baby Hold Onto Me, Our Love Is Not A Game
Come with me, I'll teach you to kiss the sky
Run with me, I'll lead but don't ask me why
Dance with me, this crying heart begs you to
Stay with me, be it all night, or day maybe two
I am red-hot burning, my engine is aflame
Baby hold onto me, our love is not a game.
Baby wake with me, to dawn's shining call
No fake in me, baby you see it all
Sing loud with me, let life fly us aloft
Stand so proud with me, kissing me ever so soft
Make vows with me, your all that I truly adore
Lay now with me, upon paradise golden shores.
Come with me, I'll teach you to kiss the sky
Run with me, I'll lead but don't ask me why
Dance with me, this crying heart begs you to
Stay with me, be it all night, or day maybe two
I am red-hot burning, my engine is aflame
Baby hold onto me, our love is not a game.
R.J. Lindley,
May 5th, 1974
Rhyme, ( Youthful Lyrical Love Pleadings)
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 198
Total # Words: 170
Note:*She cried as she walked away
her heart had nothing to say
this lost soul, refused to cry
this broken heart wondered why
but life giveth, taketh away
deep heartache is oft the way
her soft, sexy beauty I recall
twas true, before I lost it all*