Best Quickly Poems
Quite overlooked...
Such lovely things
So fragile and quickly fading, they are...
Into precious forgotten memory
A candle flame,
extinguished by a breeze
A petal
as it flows gently upon the wind
A flock on geese
starkly silhouetted,
against a white cloud
These things that leave us behind
And in their passing, how soon we forget
The wonder of it all...
it takes time but we are aware as thinking creatures
that eventually work their way through the benefits
of a scientific probability this and statistical that age
ads and news casts saying buy computer inventions
digital obstruction of natures analogue scale of truth
stan sand
Doing an Irish Jig***
(To the music of The Bothy Band)
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So early in the morning,
If you looked, you
Couldn’t tell that I
Was really awake,
With my mind mixing
Through an Irish hornpipe jig
Beside pretty Peg
And Tiddie Dunbar.
After meeting in
What seems a dream,
We’re friends now
Here in the Glen.
We click.
We switch and twist.
We swing quickly
Our feet forward
And back, to stir
Along on our route
Corner by corner,
Searching for a feis.
They can’t trail our tracks
On this fine traveling.
Perhaps we’re keeping
A foot to foot over the earth!
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/16/21
Thanks be to God
How quickly things can change
And go from good to bad to worse
Or, just as likely, do the same
But only in reverse.
Very little stays in place
And thus, the way we feel
Reflects the ups and downs of life
With which we daily deal.
The trick is to enjoy the good
And disregard the rest.
To anyone who works this out,
I would be most impressed.
Hiding in darkness
laughter fills the night air then
death strikes, swift, sudden
I miss the play of outside sunshine,
But the nose knows it’s safer to quaver,
From going outdoors, acting sanguine.
Raw throat, stalled breathing - I’m on the floor,
Caused by flying too close to the ceiling.
Snow was in store, but I dressed poor,
Saw the sights, had too good a time,
Impulses attended, weather ignored.
Now it’s chicken soup in place of wine.
Emotions - once pleasures, now bore;
Strength - once coiled rope, now balled twine.
Even the apple of my eye seems cored.
If mindful for a change - symptoms will decline,
As the coughing nasal squeak turns quietly into a roar.
Meanwhile, I’ll buy shares in the Kleenex line,
I have a hunch - my use of tissue cause prices to soar.
Yikes! Arrow targeting me
Cupid, please choose another
Scars from your last shot remain
Heart still bleeding red
*For Francine's "Red" Contest
There once was a poor man from Kent
So many "ladies" used his coin when He spent
Though not in the way of a true mans intent
more like the speed of the seed that He sent
So quickly He came to a concluding dismay
it was barely a coital event
These two poems composed to honor this truly great poet,
Elinor Wylie....
(1.)
Heaven Smiles And Its Light Awaits
Icy winds have died, winter fled
Hope has sung, Spring has sprung
Love and promise have wed
new life's radiant glow has brung
music to wake the dead.
Faded are snows that graced the trees
white colors that adorned
forest glens far from seas
Nature's gifts, its dear christened born
cast from Love's seeded pleas.
Icy winds have died, winter fled
Hope has sung, Spring has sprung
Love and promise have wed
new life's radiant glow has brung
music to wake the dead.
As Life and Love, partner with Fate.
Heaven smiles and its Light awaits.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2020
Rhyme, Lin 86686 form
( Wherein Life And Spring This Dark Racing World Renews )
Syllables Per Line:8 6 6 8 6 0 8 6 6 8 6 0 8 6 6 8 6 0 8 8
Total # Syllables::118
Total # Words::::::96
Note- Tribute poem composed for fourth poet, ( Elinor Wylie )
in my, -- "Lesser Known Poets Series".
See my new blog on this majestically talented and amazing poet.....
(2.)
From Within Earth's Red Blooms, Love Quickly Flew
Of those sweet tender kisses-- I recall
Images that set fiery flames a'leaping
Warming hearts in truest love did swiftly fall
While Cupid through keyhole was a'peeping
From within earth's red blooms love quickly flew
As both yellow moon, twinkling stars did glow
Our eager hearts and eyes meeting we knew
Chained in golden paradise sent to grow,
In romance wedded to be great treasure
Nights of bliss to be our glittering gems
Time setting pure joy well beyond measure
We to become intertwining rose stems,
Flowers shining in garden of true love
Two cast into one, by Heavens above.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2020
Sonnet, ( Depths Of Love Those So Truly Blessed Know )
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words:::::100
Note-
Tribute poem composed for fourth poet, ( Elinor Wylie )
in my, -- "Lesser Known Poets Series".
See my new blog on this majestically talented and amazing poet...
While you face the past
Your ass faces the future.
Turn around quickly!
©Larisa Rzhepishevsk
Here’s to lights out, to pens down,
To checking out.
Here's to Friday.
To the first pat on a back, kiss of a cheek
And clink of a glass.
To bars, beaches, basements, the corner shop,
And dining at dawn with a pocketful of change.
Here’s to letting clothes lie where clothes fall.
Here’s to rising when the sun does,
and sleeping till it sets.
To the coffee thirsty, the work hungry
and hashtag no filter.
Here’s to an adventure on the horizon,
And feet resting on a dashboard.
Here’s to life, to love, to laughter,
To friends made and friends lost.
Here’s to two short days gone quickly by.
Here's to the weekend.
The day I was liberated and free,
After a hard summer job finally,
I picked up my used, “new car”
I did not park it that far
Suddenly there was a catastrophe
At sixteen, tears came pouring down my face
Through the window I watched in sheer disgrace
A man smashed into my baby
I ran out of work CRAZY
My Honda, short lived, was now a big mess.
By: sabina nicole
contest: my first ride
Ice Sleep Quickly...
Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,
a segue way into unconscious state disengages
awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb
burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours
later how far from first triple digit to nought, I
ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of
symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the
likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst-
stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk
credited with developing mode to abstract former
lee bird den some assignation expressing a short
shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical
value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma-
pura developed the place-value notation in the
fifth century, and about one hundred years later
Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for
zero, without such (now obvious) methodology,
this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort
to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative,
sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut
tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly
enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never
reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he
would never be accountable waking bolt upright
resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz
this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have
zero choice!
November is disappearing quickly
autumn colors remain unnoticed by the masses
only thing to look forward to is Thanksgiving,
but after the turkey and pumpkin pie are gobbled up, what is left?
The approaching killer cold of winter, that's what,
sweeping in with the anger of my father
after watching political programs on Sunday
and cursing the TV
This planet is in deep trouble
if our leaders do not heed the screams of today
anguished screams of pain and sorrow heard perennially
only bring despair and hopelessness; Man’s constant companions
Thank God Christmas is approaching soon
Christmas time, the day of the Pacifist
time to reflect and become better humans
to restore the lost sanity in this insane world gone awry
These are stressful times for many people
but there are those who flower in traumatic times;
should they give back to even the playing field?
Greed says "No!" Avarice says “Not in my lifetime”
and the forces of injustice say
“Not unless you get past our guns!”
November is disappearing quickly
but not the wretchedness of people at Christmas time
people still give from their hearts,
but wait anxiously for their year-end stipend;
the New Year bonus to improve their debts
People forever struggling, forever fighting for their dignity,
yet always remaining in the same place feigning progress
slowly creeping forward by the epoch, inch by inch,
within these quickly disappearing days of all seasons