Best Scheduled Poems
Each day dawns laden with secrets.
The morning dews are crystal balls,
each holding a secret trailer of
a fragment of day.
The birds, chirping incessantly,
gossip among themselves about the
delightful things you’ll find at
the weekend market.
In the crevice between the sun's
virginal light and last night's shadows,
an old friend waits for a
scheduled chance encounter,
bearing a gift of forgotten memories.
Fresh brew drips into the carafe of your
old coffee machine, tapping out
a Morse code of the new
thoughts and feelings that will percolate
into your brain in the hours to come.
And the curtains billow with echoes
of the laughs to be laughed.
The day is waiting to confess
its plans for you.
Categories:
scheduled, future, happiness, life, morning,
Form:
Free verse
I feel I have appendicitis,
Or a bad case of bursitis,
And I think I need another tonsillectomy.
I'm sure I got a staph infection
From a tetanus injection
While I was prepping for a hemorrhoidectomy.
I've got cataracts and shingles,
When I cough my kidney jingles,
And my muscle tone's diminished due to entropy.
I have a lower disc displacement,
I need a knee and hip replacement,
And I'm scheduled for my umpteenth colonoscopy.
With my doctor's full compliance,
I will donate my corpse to science
To see if reasons can be found for all my maladies.
No doubt that when they disconnect me,
Vivisect me and inspect me,
They'll find a host of medical irregularities,
As well as hitherto unheard of abnormalities
That may account for part or all of my infirmities,
And might help to explain my PCP's enormous fees.
Author's note: After reading Ilene Bauer's delightfully insightful "A Certain Age", once again I delved into my archives and disinterred this bit of nonsense from 2017. I apologize, dear readers, if any of you who might be suffering from medical conditions find it insensitive. It is certainly not intended to be so. Although I don't think it's been scientifically tested or doctor recommended, I firmly believe in the homeopathically therapeutic value of humor and laughter. And I know that after writing this piece, I felt better about my own health issues.
Categories:
scheduled, health, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
M. So Mike I hear you've been gone?
MH. Why yes I have!
M. Why the absence?
MH. I just needed some time to clear my head.
M. That should have taken no more than a couple minutes
MH. Ahhh...no, I was gone a couple weeks. I was going to stay out a month but this site is so addictive! I'm sure our listening audience can attest to that!
M. Audience? No ones listening to this...
MH. But you said...
M. Me?
MH. Yes you said when we were talking that I was going to be on the radio.
M. Dude your me...
MH. I know!
M. Your blowing my mind here...Can we just get on with this?
MH. Sure...What I was trying to do was really just find myself.
M. Find yourself...were your lost?
MH. No just needed to try and do away with some of the junk in my life.
M. I'm starting to wonder if I'm you then why is this the first time I'm hearing about it.
MH. That is odd isn't it..
M. Almost as odd as interviewing yourself.
MH. Almost
M. So any good poems written while you were gone?
MH. To tell the truth I couldn't stop writing...If they're any good only time will tell.
M. How do you think the interview is going so far? Am I doing alright? Asking the tough questions?
MH. I think your the best...That's why I only let me interview myself!
M. Speaking of interviews I've got another one scheduled I really need to run...
MH. Really? With who?
M. Oh it's you but you the World Famous Nuclear Physicist!
MH. But I'm not a...
M. Hey...It's what we call in journalism as a lead in...makes them want more.
MH. But I'm...
M. Don't worry, we'll make something up...
MH. We always do...
M. Ain't THAT the truth!
MH. Shall we do it over lunch?
M. Sounds good...you buying?
Categories:
scheduled, funny, humor,
Form:
April Northeaster snow storm came to New Hampshire just before the Solar Eclipse in New Hampshire scheduled for today.
A surprise storm came in April
with strong winds that broke trees across the state
Heavy wet snow piled up everywhere
Towns plunged into darkness
Many lingered without power for days
Thankfully other state workers came to help
Now, electric trucks are seen parked in large groups
Darkness will arrive again, with a solar eclipse
and snowmen are built wearing eclipse glasses!
Heidi Sands
4/8/24
(C)opyright
Categories:
scheduled, snow, storm, sun,
Form:
Free verse
According to my neighborhood,
(All experts on the topic),
Opinions vary, none too good,
One called it "Catastrophic".
Exterminators sigh, refrain
Condolences, I'm sorry.
At City Hall, they're shocked, exclaim
They have no such Department
To know that squirrels are running wild,
I hear them as they scamper.
An attic is a sacred place,
Secure, not meant to tamper.
Their next move, chewing all the wire
And gnawing through the rafters.
I hear them squeak a vermin's choir
And hear my own crazed laughter.
That life dare heave this final ho,
But agents know thier timelines.
The hours when the house is shown,
Their outdoor play, the best time.
I also left the scheduled due
When freight train horns will pass through.
Gene Bourne
08-26-14
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Categories:
scheduled, adventure, allegory, allusion, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Hi folks
Welcome to the Poet-a-thon for charity
Yes we know, starvation, disease, floods, wars
All terrible events in the world
However, tonight we fight a new cause
Yes a new cause more terrible, more sad (some may have sad “sadder”)
more .... well just more
Worse than global warming even, worse than climate change
Yes, there are poets out there who can not afford even words
Poets who cant express their sadness
Their joy
Their visions
And yes, you, you the viewer can fix that
For only pennies a day, yes only pennies
You can sponsor a poor poet
Then he will be able to post his work to the world
Including those fancy photos
Bringing joy and peace to all mankind
But folks, this can only happen
If you pick up the phone
And dial 1-HELP-A-POET
Your actions, your good will, your sense of duty and compassion
Can save a poor poet
You may even be saving the world
You can sponsor him like we said for pennies a day
Premium membership, lifetime membership, what ever your soul can spare
And remember, with your sponsor ship you will receive
A photo of the poet you sponsored
A monthly poem detailing how his life has changed due to your kindness
Reports from his local bartender, letting you know he’s writing his little heart out
You can even visit this poet’s small village
There, you can take him out for a dinner at his favorite steak house
Yes all this is included with your sponsorship
So pick up that phone, don’t wait, do it now
Dial
Yes its 1-HELP-A-POET, call now
Desperate poets are limited
Reserve yours now!!!!
Read this poem for 24 hours straight, then go back to regularly scheduled poetry, thank you
Categories:
scheduled, bible, color, community, miracle,
Form:
Light Verse
Couples coming into prime
exhibit an exact prognosis;
passions working overtime
while seeking love in heavy doses.
Never being quite enough
to satisfy their youthful yearning;
time spent lying in the buff
so sensitive to needs discerning.
Couples in their middle age
display a diff’rent kind of story;
passions lack that same old rage
as they once did when in their glory.
Obligations, no time free,
and children clinging to the tether;
“scheduled moments” seem to be
the only way to come together.
Empty nesters think at last
that time again is their possession;
love will be as in the past
when passions flowed without discretion.
Yet they’re finding other ways
to fill the moments of their leisure
browsing Facebook in a daze
without a thought of passion’s pleasure.
Couples in their golden years
just holding hands and reminiscing
‘bout old times, as sunset nears,
recalling flames that now are missing.
Passions that were once the scorch
when ‘tween the sheets were interlocking;
wooden chairs out on the porch
the only things that now are rocking.
May 8, 2021
Categories:
scheduled, age, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Come,
Let us chase the sun.
I know
It is better said than done,
To make life sappy and meaningful-
To keep time, word and money
Is vital.
The steady sun
With the broad smile all
In summer, winter
Bright and duty bound it is
Amid clouds
Black or blue
May be spring or fall.
See the flowers that bloom
The petals that unfold
The pollens that vitalise
The dew drops in morning do glisten
In time the animals so breed
On the dot does the cock too alarm.
To be a salmon I yearn
Leaving some heirs to glow the age
To give up life
In the scheduled place of origin.
As
Points all are as equal
To begin and complete a circle.
Categories:
scheduled, assonance, faith, fantasy, life,
Form:
Free verse
Sorrow
My sorrow can swim my sorrow can fly
I’ve tried to put it to bed but my sorrow wont lye
It’s not only well hidden behind a smiling man’s eyes
It has so many places in which it resides
It’s in the flowering fields with a hundred wild horses
Soon to be given the whip and made to tread courses
It’s in the clouded young mind of an innocent youth
Hoping the prescription pills will help find inner peace and truth
It’s in the proud glaring eyes of a father watching his young children play
Wishing the moment would last forever instead of the one scheduled day
It’s in the words of a Doctor giving an expecting mother bad news
It’s in the prick of a needle by the people that use
It’s in the loud boisterous laugh of a whiskey fuelled voice
As he tries to drown sorrow with his poison of choice
It’s in the tears of a family when a loved one has passed
It’s in that Mystical River into which sorrow is cast
It’s etched deep in the hands of a working class man
Providing for his beloved family the best way he can
It’s in the heart of a coloured man ridiculed for his race
Pretty soon you’ll find sorrow written on the racist man’s face
It’s in the royal children’s hospital waiting room chair
It’s not hard to find sorrow sitting in there
It’s in the steps of an overweight ladies journey she embarks
Sick of the snickering and sneering and constant remarks
It’s in the 2 x 2 cell getting taught life’s harshest lessons
It’s in the homeless man’s trolley with all his worldly possessions
It’s with the millions of people fighting a battle inside
When you go looking for sorrow it’s not that hard to find
So when sorrow comes calling be sure to answer your phone
And acknowledge that it’s too big a beast to try and tackle alone
Endure the best way you can all of life’s undulations
Knowing that sorrows a train that will stop at all stations.
Categories:
scheduled, analogy, culture, depression, grief,
Form:
If, My Darling, you are the last to turn out the light please kiss my memory as you leave. Rearrange my hat and keys, pull hard if the door still sticks. I know. I never got around to it. Remember always, the Tuesday Ring and our scheduled “Honey Days”. Are the roses in bloom? Don’t worry about the “check engine” light. I checked – it’s still there. So many things left undone, unsaid. There was never enough time – for us. Yet we spent an eternity together and it was too short. I shall walk slowly ahead so take your time and always remember ours.
eternity
loves forever deception
scents lingering
©7/28/2018
for – For your Poetry Journal Poetry Contest
sponsor – Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Categories:
scheduled, soulmate, wife,
Form:
Haibun
Sue had been so proud of her curvaceous figure and considered her pert breasts were her outstanding feature. Sadly, breast cancer runs in her family and now she too had fallen victim to this cruel disease.
both breasts are removed
mastectomy surgery
hot tears start to fall
Chemotherapy sessions take its toll on her entire body, with constant sickness she feels so exhausted. Her weight plummets and her clothes hang from her frail frame.
her crowning glory
lost with each stroke of the brush …
golden tresses fall
Twelve months later Sue receives the news she had been dreaming of … she is finally in remission. Reconstruction surgery has been scheduled and soon she hopes to look and feel like a woman again. Her weight is back to normal and glamourous wigs cover her wispy hair.
in sickness and health
their marriage vows hit home hard
husband at her side
Let The Pens Flow - Haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
08/15/20
Categories:
scheduled, body, cancer,
Form:
Haibun
Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes
Fast fading shades of beautiful new morn
angelic rays melt silver frost away;
promising life in each new day when born,
flow even if mortal man fails to pray.
Angels weep from heavenly perches high,
gifting tears refreshing mankind's lost hopes;
Life and love applauded with angel sighs,
frozen on mountaintops snowy white slopes.
At sunset , when we fail to wave goodbye
angels say a prayer for our lost souls;
standing guard within each new night skies,
despite even dark thunder's mighty rolls.
Although angels watch and often they weep,
we may sometimes feel such tears in our sleep
R.J. Lindley,
June 27th, 1975
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100
Our mother, 88 years old, is in the hospital with life threatening
illness, heart and hip surgery(she fell-broke her hip Friday) scheduled for Monday.
Requesting anybody so inclined to offer a prayer for her recovery.
We've been told chances for success are not that good.....
Praying that she even makes it to have the surgery..
I combed my old poems to find something fitting today as I simply can not
write now. Thanks...
Categories:
scheduled, angel, art, blessing, deep,
Form:
Sonnet
Autumn presents its scheduled deed
as it ends summer with a wow
and sees the chance to fill a need
for letting Nature zzz for now.
Since spring and summer put up much
as revver post cold winter's round,
new fall's esse will be the crutch
to peep how nature's rest be found.
'Fore winter's sleep, fall's radar says
its solos must lead to the end
with burnished colors, redder rays...
repaper summer's fading trend,
make way for winter's sleepy eve
just like it did the year before,
while roots and buds will eke, conceive
ere spring rebirths her next encore.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Palindromes II
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 10/24/2018
Categories:
scheduled, autumn, nature, seasons,
Form:
Quatrain
Tomorrow is something to look forward to;
it makes one smile if their sad and blue.
However, we can't live in the land of tomorrow
because tomorrow is uncertain.
We must live in the now, one never knows
when it's their final curtain.
Live for today with zest and much zeal,
not focusing on how you may feel.
Try to do things scheduled for tomorrow
today.
By doing so you won't have any regrets
on life's sleigh.
04/14/2023
Contest: T Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
scheduled, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
About Lucey, a Ragdoll Cat: Saved from Death
Lucey was my feline dream!
I had never seen such love from a cat's eyes
~ so heavenly stream.
No, I did not find her at a shelter!
She was at the Vet's scheduled for death,
And in dire need of a loving helper.
There she was locked in a cage waiting for
the terminal needle.
Her owner had passed and asked Lucey die,
to be put down too, which I thought that request
was horribly and morbidly feeble.
With my auburn long hair, I knelt down to
this queen, whispering softly,
"Mommy is here!"
Her front paws reached out from the cage,
grabbed my neck, oh, my she was so bubbly!
I had to make my case, as a lawyer does to
spare her client the death penalty!
But to make this poem come to its conclusion,
the Vet did set Lucey free.
She was the only cat I ever had, who just
loved to lie in bed with me!
And purposely watch the raindrops rolling down
the window together!
She was the essence of heaven for me.
I was able to carry her around the house
in my arms.
She'd wrap her paws about my grateful
neck, her body so fluffy and full...total
charm, so warm in my arms!
God took her home quite suddenly, it rent
my heart in two!
All I have left is memories and an astounding
photo, now in words, in this poem, too!
And yes, Lucey! Wherever you are in
God's celestial, eternal universe....
I am fiercely loving and eternallly
grateful for every moment ~
I was so richly blessed, to share with you.
Panagiota Romios
5/4/2019
11pm PST
Categories:
scheduled, art, beautiful, love,
Form:
Couplet