Best Part Time Poems
She calls on me, intermittently
In fickle favor, in spotty dictionaries
My demure, distracted destiny
She is the unrequited lover, the absent mother
She is Santa, granting wishes
Upon orphan dinner dishes
Then, flitting through my mind's back door
Leaving me her messy, unfinished chores
She is sly mischief's mocking whim
She is moonlight's pull, waxing and dim
She arrives on trumpet's fanfare glory
To bestow in my beggar's palms, a story
I am too poor to pass her by
Too thirsty, her nectar to deny
I am the third string, the second select
Her stepchild of benign neglect
She is my bitter pleasure, my inconvenient pride
My every frustration, my only tribe
I am a poet on part time pay
As full time runs a five second delay.
6/28/19
Categories:
part time, angst, conflict, inspiration, jealousy,
Form:
Rhyme
7/2/2019
First I thought I was a writer,
But that took way too much time and effort as a fighter.
As a fighter for time both day and night,
All of those words I needed were just out of sight.
As a poet I have now become,
I will be known as a short writer's drum.
Drumming out words of joy,
And having all kinds of fun with my new toy.
Categories:
part time, day, joy, night, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
The part-time poet chose a summer day
to search for inspiration at the park.
Distracted by the children's joyful play,
she sat and stared--mind empty, mood so dark.
She said, "The forest is the place I'll find
enchanting scenes to motivate my pen,"
but woodland creatures' noises filled her mind.
Her muse then fled, and she could not begin.
Perhaps some time with family and friends
would help her find imagination's key.
Oh, no! She finds their lively chatter tends
to chase away her creativity!
She sits alone and queries, "Why--oh, why--
can't I create a poem that mirrors me
and all the wonders that within me lie?"
A part-time poet she will always be!
Date: July 2, 2019
Contest: The Part Time Poet Contest
received NA in this contest, judged July 9, 2019
entered in John Hamilton's NA Rerun-2 Poetry Contest on August 7, 2019
Categories:
part time, muse, poetess,
Form:
Quatrain
Once active, my muse has gone on strike
I said come back, she said go take a hike!
I tried dipping my pen in dark ink
hand on brow; I’ve attempted to think
I began writing a very sad sonnet -
ended up with a second rate nonet!
Next I thought I would write a fun verse
t’was not funny it sounded quite terse
Guess my muse has just drifted away
I think she’s gone on a long holiday!
Now abroad she is on a sojourn
and I wonder when she will return
Till then I’m a part time poet
I’m bereft and I really know it!
Part time poet Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
6/7/19
Categories:
part time, humorous, missing you, muse,
Form:
Couplet
Just a part-time poet am I.
Enough spare moments I’ve not got,
so other things must occupy
my time, and those things are a lot!
Though poetry so pleasures me,
just a part-time poet am I.
My duties call. I can’t be free
of errands. . . my job. . .housework. Sigh!
To do things till the day I die
that are not fun can be a pain.
Just a part-time poet am I,
for obligations fall like rain.
They pound on me; I cannot sit
to write all day though times I try!
Since there is no money in it,
just a part-time poet am I!
July 6, 2019
Categories:
part time, write,
Form:
Quatern
only part-time
darting in and out
of shadows
her thoughts
languish unbidden
turning
suicidal
Categories:
part time, depression, lonely, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
There are parts of a whole and time undivided
A poet is more than an inkwell lost in half essence
Opposites contradictions and strife for harmony
An abundance of minutes and a scribe just the same
The nib scratches the surface and yet the fountain
Emerges from the bottomless depth of the well
When blotches and smudges refused to emerge from the pot
He utilizes festering wounds and heart blood
Treasures of hope joy and exuberant passion
Links dot to dot on canvass of words never lost
Fragments remain but he rearranged schedules
Measures rhythm rhyme and meters connections
Some call him a part time ‘unemployed’ poet
‘It’s just a hobby and foolish distraction’
Others reminded him that muse and artistic endeavour
Would not feed his body but he stomachs the pain
‘Irresponsible and insane’ yet one more accusation
A dreamer reckless idealist refusing to grow up and get real
A scriptorium can never be a half-way house and Tim is
A full slate writer whatever the say to diminish his craft
29th June 2019
Categories:
part time, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
I reached retirement age a year ago,
but still I like to teach and so I do,
but three days now instead of four a week.
I start at 9 and finish up by 2.
I love my students, and I joke with them.
My class most fun is an elective: Film,
but first class of the day I love the most
because our foreign students need it most.
It’s grammar, and without it, other skills
fall flat. I feel that it’s my strongest suit.
Although my major happened to be Spanish,
I felt inadequate, nor did I want
to teach our teens so little motivated.
One doesn’t get paid well in ESL,
but students are adults who wish to learn.
My personality goes great with teaching
since I love words and knowing how they work.
I get to be creative and tell stories
to illustrate my point to students who
appreciate me. From them I learn too!
I came to poetry in my mid-40’s.
I’d only written stories in my high school,
I now use poetry to write about
all sorts of things, by using classic forms
in which the structure of a sentence matters.
I love poetic elements such as
alliteration, rhyme and metaphor.
I’d never make a stunning free verse poet.
Iambic beat came coursing through my veins,
and led me to the way I write today,
Categories:
part time, jobs,
Form:
Blank verse
A part-time poet.
Sounds like an oxymoron-
Poets work full time.
Capturing life in their minds-
Freeing it with chosen words.
July 1, 2019
Contest: Part-Time Poet
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
part time, how i feel, poets,
Form:
Tanka
My heart's renderings are shaded
in poetic images and creativity
yet, my mind languishes in the scrub of sad dirges
thus...I am a part-time poet
for the bell tolls not for my words
from thought in celebration
rather it tolls for graffiti I place before the public
I have called poetry
7/6/19
contest Part-Time Poet
Categories:
part time, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I fear not my quill and parchment as
time has not been on my side….
but I weep knowing my gift has not
been the same this year.
My depth was astounding and freely
real; metaphors swept with whispers
of truth.
Seasons rotate within my mind and
circumstances revealed my inner
needs.
I realized I dread not picking up my
quill, but worry what is to be written.
For I am but a withering poet seeking
praise and sadness at the same time-
a woman who has been to hell and
back inside years of miserable pain.
"For I fear not my quill and parchment,
as time has not been on my side-
But am afraid one day my muse will
soar into the vast crimson eventide."
Part Time Poet Contest
July 3, 2019
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
part time, life, poetry,
Form:
Verse
letters, numbers, dashes, commas, apostrophes
How can somebody ask you for ID How can you Mark you are not an authority and even an authority as to graduate,
You Mark You create Facebook for better and worse,
Like wise
letters, numbers, dashes, commas, apostrophes
Trevor Martin is death people with Id's do so also
letters,
numbers,
dashes,
commas,
apostrophes
That's an all lot to respect journalism that you are also -with property-
Doing
I am crazy to see you on my premises asking me for numbers, dashes, commas, apostrophes
and a serial number for my Workshop in Fantasies
and charging me fees
like for all my ME's
included those
-Teaching Degrees
Categories:
part time, computer, fantasy, satire, spoken
Form:
If you want to be my part-time friend,
Say goodbye,
‘Cause it’s the end.
I think, I’ll cry.
But then I’ll learn again
How to live without
My fuc.king friend.
You know, I’m about
To tell you to go away.
But you can promise, you’ll be cool
And I’mma let you stay.
Now I feel like a fool.
'Cause I trusted you one more time
And you let me down
as always. Fine,
Keep thinking you’re king of the town.
And maybe one day you’ll ponder
Why didn’t I forgave you like I always do.
And I’ll tell without no wonder:
Because I love you, boo.
Categories:
part time, friendship
Form:
For a Part-Time Hustler, every day is sunny
Money comes in and outta my hands
In need of some walking around money
I wrap my cash in rubberbands
Chicks swarm like bees to honey
Got me feeling like a Part-Time member of a boy band
Product flying off the news stand
Kinda got me feeling like a Part-Time Paperboy
Hold my drink, let show u how to make real paper, boy!
Selling my product from my desk and on tha corner
Snitches meet the coroner
I make a phat stack
Then I go home and lay back
I wear rubbabands on my wrist
Owe a debt and get wrapped like a boxer's fists
Bein' a full timer is takin' a risk
But bein' a Part-Time Hustler is the sht
Categories:
part time, business, dark, identity, introspection,
Form:
Blank verse
PART TIME POET
I tried to overtake a star
Leaving behind the truth so far
One of my biggest fear which I couldn't even bear
Was to leave things I dear
My passion my dreams
To be heard they screamed
But because of courage I lacked it all was in the vain
I tried to remove this permanent stain
And wanted to end this continuous pain
But there was no gain
I was a burning star
Covered in a body full of scars
Always desired to flow with the overwhelming tunes of a guitar
As boundless as they are
All I wished was to go with flow
And to destroy my glow
This was the only way they would accept me
As their self desired boundary enclosed me
I walked the path of astray
Wasting my nights and my days
I kept going the wrong way
Soon my hopes started to decay
I was lost
But determined to achieve my goal at any cost
I tried but kept failing
In this phase of life my boat was not sailing
Nothing was simple or straight
I blamed it on fate
I was depressed
My goal was suppressed
I think everyone is here to deceive
And there's no one to believe
Categories:
part time, 11th grade, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Lyric