Best Slip On Poems
At the window, palms under my chin,
such beauty I see, out the frosted pane,
I was mesmerized, it showed in my grin,
so picture perfect, the snow covered lane.
My daydream was dashed, Mom called from the door,
"time to brave the cold and clear the sidewalk,"
grabbed my winter coat and boots from the floor,
I hate this chore, but knew not to back-talk.
"Don't slip on the ice, watch out for the plow,"
I hear, as orange shovel meets concrete,
shouldn't the county have this done by now?,
this takes all day, with snow piled up in feet.
Why freeze for allowance, I'll never know,
yet, I still find myself shoveling snow.
November 18th, 2014
Sara Kendrick's contest - "Jobs"
I counted each bone in your fingers as you ran them through my hair..
your lips played a merry tune I almost knew.,
and the soft warm winds blew through us,
in horizontal horizons too vast to comprehend.
The flowers in the field looked on, drenched in summer heat..
and I was content to let the minutes slip on by.
Oh how I love you, do you know that?
the days will find us here again and again
time will allow us this one request, I hope...
Are you hungry?, we could go and have some lunch..
we've already had our dessert.
No, she said.., let's stay with the flowers and let the sun have its fun..
a little longer won't hurt.
I like my friend happy, and happy was her name that day...
keeping in tune as her fingers continued playing..
The weatherman says we're going to get a storm, are you ready?
I am, she said, I've known so many before.
I smiled at her, and she smiled back..
and content to let it be..
and so glad my happy let me.
Woman, you take my breath away
Not in what radiates off your precious skin
But what lies deep inside of you
Head held high
Not letting one moment
Of life slip on by
Strength more than a conviction
Capturing every ounce
Of my begging heart
Mother to many, daughter to all
Let me be your comfort
The harbor in your shore
Lead me
Feed me
Be the answer to my prayers
Guide me
Walk beside me
In the waning of our years
Don't fall through the cracks,
through the floorboards
past the pipes
hot water hissing
grey metallic stun gun dull.
Don't land on the basement steps,
slipping on down
bumping the back bone
breaking the fall
with your body gone white like you know it so well.
Don't let the swallow of house
and of home
consume you
in solitude's
greedy embrace
Don't wish the outside
would stop looking in
and impute ugly motives
to trees and to flowers
who have your best interest
in chlorophyll hearts.
Don't taste the floors
on your way down to hiding
Don't dine on splinters
and varnish and wine
Don't master silence
when no one is looking
Don't close your eyes
and pretend you are fine.
Don't slip on sentences
you uttered years ago
down in the basement
in pipes
steaming hot
Don't waste your sentiments
or your existence
on hiding the fact
that you are
what you're not
Don't laugh at paintings
with eyes that console you
on walls that you hung
last July on a whim
Don't think the walls
don't expect you
to call them
if you are in trouble
and losing your color from somewhere within
Don't apply pressure
to fissures in floorboards
to fit your way through
and become
what you lose
It's a lot stronger
to stand and absorb it-
surroundings adore you,
implore you to chose.
Hello January it's been a year
Now it's time for you to share
All the wonder and great things
This special time of year brings
Soft white snowflakes that are falling
Cool slow breezes that are calling
You inside to get more warm
Cocoa's and blankets keep you calm
When the wind starts to blow fast
Against the windows it will pass
But your inner kid comes through
As you slip on rubber boots
Acting crazy and insane
Not caring about the pain
That's on your fingers and toes
Happiness begins to glow
As you play and act so young
While another years begun
And January leads the way
To more cold, then sunny days
Never knowing what will come
As a new year has begun
He has learned to earn joy from paying sorrow's fee
He has learned to turn and fight and never to flee
He has unloosed the burden of false royalty
Cast off at low-tide to be swept out to sea
His bended back straightens to a minute degree
He walks a bit taller, a better man to be
With nothing to lose now, with no guarantee
A battle-scarred prince bows to one shaky knee
At last feeling worthy to request it of thee
To slip on your slipper, it fits, you will see
My soul is lost
upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
help me my blue elephant
that lettuce is brave
like electrons always saying hello
and never goodbyes!
You slip on lice and break your arms
it's all so SCHIZOPHRENIC: tangentiality!
stilted speech and phonemic paraphasia
are mainly broken-minded poets
who use both sides of a pencil
-+95% of black eyes kill 5% of rabbits
and the bird whistles in Japaneses:
"sei shin bun retsu byo"
( mind split disease)
where logic and proportion falls
between the King & Queen
AND ALL ANGELS go to 7-Eleven
in their heavenly garments to buy
hot dogs and slur-pees
and writing is a socially acceptable
form of schizophrenia...hmm....
such is the paradox of delusion
and how are you? When you walk down
a sidewalk to the abuse of verbally
abusive birds chirping loudly how
dull and stupid you are. So you move into
a homeless shelter and make new friends!
:: 10242015 ::
M,
Fresh orange marmalade lifts the dark
naked in a mid-dream sky
red streaks rush across horizons
special moments won't slip on by
the silk thru your hair seduces
in love notes filling up your ear
romancing a river of blessings
trouble kisses off back the rear
pearls adorn the neck of passion
a taste so soft and sweet
savoured and salted with desire
in dimensions entangled we meet
love sits silent at the table
unclothed and wanting more
our hunger is not mistaken
as blood spills upon the floor
Earth her cotton bra
Slip on, soft white, fallen clouds
Fresh milk of heaven
This is the undress
Of trees, rivers, homes and things
Time's skin, milky white
White as bones in light
The feathers of angels wings
Fruits upon the sight
Now the heavens flake
Petals cuddled on the ground
Crystal dust of winds
Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
Clouds weep sending down vapour to mother earth
trying to quench the fires of self destruction
beheld, time lost to a cruel master
igniting lines, fused in delusion
Dreams cast forth in fervent storms
ideals left, now an uncontrollable rage
mountains moved, flattened by stupidity
rivers ruined, overflown with blood and guts
Tonight the lonely wolf howls at an empty moon
a barren heart, tossed with a lust for greed
beating down a trodden path, barely holding on
where serpents slip on up through the grass
Lay down the swords of battles gone awry
Arise with the sparrows or alone we shall die
Penned November 9 2016
One night I had a dream. I heard a blood curdling scream.
It was death approaching me....
Thirty-two years I've escaped the clutches of death
I'm exhausted and out of breath
It's time to straighten my tie and man up!
Slip on these boxing gloves and stand up!
"Ding, Ding" is the sound of the bell
I was determined to fight my way out of hell!
The Grim-reaper dances around the ring.
Blow after blow my body and face feel the sting.
His fists never miss, he's lightening fast.
By the end of this fight I'll be dead or in a body cast!
He bobs and weaves trying to avoid me,
And just like Muhammad Ali -
"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!"
Taking me further into Death Valley!
My back is against the ropes.
I begin to doubt and give up hope.
I took a hit, my eye split, and I tumbled like an acrobat!
With a splat, my back hit the mat!
I lost consciousness, but could hear voices all around me.
This erie voice hissed, "Join us in hell for eternity!"
I felt my chest jolt and life flowed through my spine.
I opened my eyes immediately felt like a new man.
To my surprise I had survived The Last Stand!!
*For Rambling Poets contest "I dreamed...."
* I chose "Death" - truly enjoyed
My boat rocks gently under a reddening sun,
is it wrong to wish for a Viking burial,
to ponder a last journey West
into the dying light?
Strangers have always been my friends,
they intuit
the liquid and inflammable nature
of this thing we do.
I could rest my soul here in this skiff
on this one long warm wave of evening;
let the wooded lands and sloping meadows,
the dredged, smoke-stacked barge brimming ports,
the patched up river towns slip on by
under the kindling sails of evening clouds.
I am laid out like a homeless person
bundled up in my rags and tinder,
a shadow in a small boat, drifting.
Night falls to the water
the words of strangers flame high
fire starters and their poems gleaming
as the dark rushes in.
I hitch the boat to a stump of land,
still imagining a Viking funeral,
but also resigned to a tomorrow -
yet another strange place
to play with this fire.
Ho! Ho! Ho! It's sure a tight squeeze.
I was able to go down the chimney with ease
and miss the bed of coals.
Mrs. Santa is right; I have to start the New Year with new goals.
Everyone must have just gone to bed because the cocoa is still hot.
Chocolate chip cookies and hot cocoa will really hit the spot.
Oh, yes sir can't hurt their feelings. I'll sit, and take of my boots and rest
by the stone hearth from the cold burr and hang loose before I head west.
A mouse came scavenging for a bite of the chocolate chip cookie,
took one look at me and climbed on my lap snuggling in beside me.
Before, the snow starts to stir and reindeer decide to leave me behind;
I'll leave their Christmas gifts under the tree since they were so kind.
Slip on my leather black coal boots trimmed in faux fur,
back on my sleigh full of gifts for the kids before I forget how many there were.
12/2/2017
How I would love to tell you this life is fair
That the burdens you carry are temporary and rare
But the truth be told that until our glorified shell
Each soul will battle heaven and hell
How I would love to tell you that your spirit always wins
That if you just feed that part you will never sin
But that would be a lie too
For the war in our minds constantly brews
And our flesh wants to act when our hearts plead for peace
Because while in our skin, it will demand false releases
But the battle gets less and less, my darling, my friend,
When you reach out and grab the one with his extended hand
And the monsters, copied vampires, slip on crooked streets
When your love rests in the eternal heart beat
What I can tell you is that all you need to do is believe
Open your world, just embrace and you will surly receive
And the cares of this life will seize to remain
Like the nights, in your window, when you watch summer rain
Just hold on and stay true for he’s coming for you
Laugh and sing while you await your new set of wings.
By: Sabina Nicole