Best Sliding Poems
Sliding is the twilight
into the silence of the sea.
A multi paged book
calling for me
to milk its poetry
verse by verse.
The first three pitches: just outside. Pitch four:
right at the knees - "Steerike!", the umpire calls.
I wait to get the pitch I'm hoping for…
The next toss: high and tight... a base on balls.
I take my lead. I check the signs and frown -
he throws, I dive, dirt in my eyes - the worst!
The batter squares to bunt and lays one down -
a gem! I slide, they throw him out at first.
I get a bigger lead at second base -
my 3rd base coach gives signs without a word.
My fingers twitch, the pitcher deals, I race
like Rickey sliding head first, I steal third.
Long fly - I tag and slide under the mitt…
we score the winning run without a hit!
// Hats off to Rickey Henderson, all-time stolen base leader. With home
runs dominating the sport today, I thought I'd go 'old school' and pay a
tribute to 'small ball' from days of yore. They call it 'manufacturing a run'
when a team can score without the benefit of a hit. Many thanks to
Gershon Wolf for challenging me to write my first baseball sonnet! //
written 18 Oct 2020
Sliding in and out of you
not wasting any time
dancing at the feet of adoration
you know I thought of you as mine
Love knocking with the devil
living with you oh so near
stroking all your possibilities
I won't ever disappear
It's just descriptive
but you my take it a different way
I can smell the mix of us in that article of clothing
leaving the situation too abruptly
I'm not innocent of knowing
like a dream inside of a dream
life is so much better more
fascinating than fiction
your second chance I hope you realize and a risk on love you don't miss
here you are walking away
there I am in a burning building situation and looking for the exit
there I am driving down the street
when for a couple more conversations and moments with you
I should've stayed
it's just descriptive
but you may take it a different way
When velvet night throbs with moonglow ,
our language of whispers speaks about a new time--
and in-between stillness, lines unravel
into charmed musings: In this place,
I allow this gift of warm anticipation
to open my soul’s voice marking ardor's pledge,
a fateful roam along new trails, uncertain
yet enticed : Somehow, rosy morn abides
bringing a thrill on our pressed lips
this tender quiver from one caress
slip-slides down, down through our veins
as we greet the beginnings of our bond,
until joyful sighs burst with daybreak and mist...
where velvet eyes explore a different realm.
Falling Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann
5/26/2020
SLIDING FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOP
(APROPOS MLK: 3)
Lingering in the spaces of time, standing
On the muddy banks of reality, wandering souls
Chase the dream of Moses: the gleamed glory
From the mountain top veiled by the inept web
Of deceptive policies of the word-weavers .
Dew-clawed changes have lost their mesmerizing
Magic; reality having waved its wand of truth
Revealing the smiling facades of justice.
Yes we have overcome cowering iniquities
And have reached the valley of the promise land;
But Aaron’s reprieve does not abide here: its asphalt
Altars soaked and stained with the dried blood of our children.
Here in the shadow of the valley of death, we continue
Marching and singing anew; our feet wearily worn
With the mud of deceit; vague chants mimic lost
Freedom songs blowing in whispering winds.
Today, the Movement is just a passing scene
Played out on the roller coaster stages of history:
Praising maids, butlers, buses, bridges…ghost cities…
And the nation mocks the birthday of its Prince of Peace
With black sales days; stirring the painful blood flow
Of memory of buyers feuding at the auction block.
But steadfast we must stand; our audacious God cannot be mocked.
The Dreamer lies dead but the spirit of the dream soars higher
Than the fist of clutched hope; and Sartre’s are still ringing
And their resounding echoes cannot ever be undone!
This is still the land of the free and the home of the brave;
Sweet land of liberty; and where love and peace abide
Evil injustice cannot hide; the dream is everywhere:
May we forever be worthy lamplighters of the trust in the Dream.
if you are finicky or squeamish at all
do not crawl under that locked bathroom stall.
You never know what you will find on the ugly floor
crusty dried feces and urine, other awful stuff galore
if you are the one who locked it and slid out of the way
know that we custodians kind of despise you today.
At the night when the shadows fall
It’s you I remember in my all
Nothing then seems so long ago
As we dance again in our lover’s concerto
Just thinking out loud and sliding away
I wake and you are in and around me
Is this how love was meant to find me
Pray these moments won’t leave me now
Not knowing the when why what where or how
Just thinking out loud and sliding away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
i truly love all these grandiose
simpering individuals
who make up the media
i truly feel like they understand
the needs of the people
whilst running their mouths for an
occupation
too much money moving about
the dead have become awakend
through the times of limp
minds
soggy sheet bag individuals
who do not deserve the title
of
individual
because of t.v., media
too much time
therein
...
i see life on the new plane
i see me
as i witness
the carwreck of you
are you ready for me?
i've taken a few
for the team called
humans
i still remain
can you handle the truth?
What a beautiful day it was, with the waves crashing on the beach
The sunshine creating quite a buzz as for the next wave I now reach
Riding it right up to the shore, but not quite to where I was before
For I had drifted a little bit more the ocean temptress being my lure
So as I swam back out I had to turn to see how much I had drifted
For in my mind I had doubt just as if my confidence had been sifted
But there each time I turned were those flag to the left and the right
Stay in the middle I had learned so lifeguards can keep you in sight
And I needed to continually check, for you can drift so quick and fast
For if I just said who gives a heck, well out there I just would not last
That's what the Lord pointed out to me that no one is turning around
That many are adrift out at sea, many of whom may never be found
Turn around and look for Jesus' Face in Him you will never drift away
Our Salvation just one act of His Grace, but a million more each day
So just turn around and take a look at where you have now landed
All the devil stole being a crook, but the Lord, He won't leave you stranded
freezing rain warning
tomorrow everywhere ice
slip sliding along
A Quiver Sliding Down the Ribs
On a sunny summer Sunday evening,
With the breeze hushed to dead silence,
The rays of the dying sun glittering
On the tallest barks in the distant horizon,
Wearied of age-long books I treaded carefree
In search of freshness and quietude
Along a lonely path fringed with lovely trees.
Soon banks of clouds shrouded the sky,
A chilly breeze rustled among the trees,
Whistling amidst the leaves up high
And blowing with impunity apace;
It started to rain heavily and heavily
While darkness invaded the entire space;
Shivering, I tried to seek a shelter free,
But none of the tall trees offered a refuge;
I trudged along when I came across a verdant tree
With branches spreading like an umbrella;
I hastened thereto to seek relief
As under a decrepit veranda.
Not a human sound could meet the ear
Not a human sight could greet the eye,
Yet anon a strange breath pricked my hair with fear
And when I turned around, I felt like…
I felt like a quiver sliding down the ribs
At the ghastly sight of a skeleton white,
Standing erect by the side of the tree.
Written by Krishnanand Guptar
9 February 2023
It's just descriptive
but you my take it a different way
I can smell the mix of us in that article of clothing
leaving the situation too abruptly
I'm not innocent of knowing
like a dream inside of a dream
life is so much better more
fascinating than fiction
your second chance I hope you realize and a risk on love you don't miss
here you are walking away
there I am in a burning building situation and looking for the exit
there I am driving down the street
when for a couple more conversations and moments with you
I should've stayed
it's just descriptive
but you may take it a different way
Rain drops sliding down my window
After a cool autumn rain
They fall just like my tear drops
When I'm lying here in pain
I never know what to say
I never try and force it out
But when it’s on my tongue
It comes out as a shout
I can’t expect you to understand
Especially how I feel
I'm calling out for your touch
But our fate you will not seal
I sit here just awaiting
For spring to come back soon
So these autumn raindrops
Will dry up just like dew
Stop your talking!
someone said............
"the elevator's turning red!"
I feel the pressure in my head,
F
O
R
G
E
T
the things you tried to say,
the night is dark,
the moon is gray,
the colors melted all away,
I scooped them up and licked them down
red and yellow,green and brown
I live to be the shades I found,
inside.........
I am dark no more
look inside the open door
of my lips and taste and see
what a rainbow love can be.