Best Speeded Poems
Whispers as the trees gently swayed,
Each leaf having their own story to tell,
Millions of voices quietly Jabbering,
Incomprehensible to human ears
They prattled to each other,
Sometimes as people walked by,
They would rustle their leaves,
As to draw attention,
Seemingly very interested,
People often got scared,
Looking all around as they hurried away,
Thinking they were been followed,
The leaves would stop talking for awhile,
Then continue as the people speeded up,
Constantly chuntering none stop,
Other times people were braver,
Camped in tents to investigate,
With their tape recorders,
Trying to listen to the strange noises,
It didn’t bother the leaves,
They got more excited as the wind blew,
The more remote the woods,
The louder they got,
It was like they were been orchestrated,
Putting on a performance,
By the winds arrangement,
People not understanding,
Their ghostly like nature,
Of keeping nature free.
16/09/2016
I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven.
It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair.
At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls,
My uncle living abroad had gifted it which I held as most dear.
More than anything I treasured it and my friends envied me.
They always rallied around to see and hold it in their hands.
I carried it wherever I went and always slept clutching it.
With its possession, to my parents, I made no more demands.
It looked so pretty in her flitting blue eyes and ponytail.
Dressed in frilled skirt and blouse, she was a beauty and my all.
We were always together day in and out, so inseparable.
But as time skipped, she no more held me in thrall.
I slowly got over my obsession with toys and trinkets.
My bond with the doll grew thinner, I had diverse engagements.
I no more cared for my doll; it lay neglected in some dusty corner.
Seasons rolled and years speeded by, and life took new alignments.
I knew the annual clean-up of my house was long overdue.
Moving the trash, I saw my old doll in a junk box made of plywood.
The very sight brought a surge of sweeping emotions in me
Dusting it, I locked it up in my cabinet, a sweet reminder of my childhood!
When I was a child my birthdays came
As seldom near as never.
While now it seems they’ve speeded up
And are coming at me ever.
I’m sorry to be such a jerk;
I really need your shoulder.
I’m bummed each birthday when it comes
Will find me one year older.
I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven.
It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair.
At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls,
My uncle living abroad had gifted it which I held as most dear.
More than anything I treasured it, and my friends envied me.
They always rallied round just to see and hold it in their hands.
I carried it wherever I went and always slept clutching it.
With its possession, to my parents, I made no more demands.
She looked so pretty in flitting blue eyes and ponytail.
Though lifeless and a mere toy, she was my all.
We were always together, so inseparable.
But as time skipped, she no more held me in thrall.
I slowly got over my obsession with toys and trinkets.
My bond with the doll grew thinner, I had diverse engagements.
I no more cared for my doll; it lay neglected in some dusty corner.
Seasons rolled and years speeded by, and life took new alignments.
I knew the annual clean-up of my house was long overdue.
Moving the trash, I saw my old doll in a junk box made of plywood.
The very sight of it brought a surge of sweeping emotions in me
Dusting it, I locked it up in my cabinet, a sweet reminder of my childhood!
Throughout the history of human kind spirituality
has been the vehicle that leads us to a new modality
As breath is linked to life, it is the transient carnality
of the spirit, the one forever flow of wholesome chi
To breathe is to live, to live is to exist with extensity
born to take our first breath with lung flexibility,
we learn to appreciate our duration and existentiality
as we be breathed and speeded, into infancy
We live and have our moments in expectancy
honoring each other with loyalty and compliancy
The breath is the life and the life our determinacy
to exist, in a world of utter lunacy and discrepancy .
August 16, 2021
Form Used: Rhyme Royale
A lady once hailed from Altoona.
A man on a freight train had mooned her.
She speeded away
With just this to say,
"Cold air from a crack is a boomer!"
A Train and a Plane Raced once.
Plane failed to Take Off on Tracks.
Train over-speeded, Went Off Tracks.
A Bird and a Fish Raced once.
One Flew, One Swam, towards the Horizon.
They never reached the Finish Line.
A Pencil and an Eraser Raced once.
They ran Hand in Hand,
But both Lost to Digitization.
Time and Light Raced once.
Light dissolved into Night,
While Time’s Molested by Einstein.
Time Today
Time
does not behave
as expected in this place
I find myself.
The very thought of a clock
on the wall is somehow...
profane against the moment.
Things have slowed down,
and speeded up,
in my mind.
My heart feels it...
My soul knows it...
Time
is not lost, but found here.
It is not made waste,
but used like gold to fashion
rings for a King,
held in place by miracles
unseen...
except and yet...
like only light beams
in the clouds
after storms.
Time lets rainbows be...
for us to see,
and let go.
You know.
Even if you don't want to
there are no exceptions
to the rule,
of the hour,
the minute
the second...
the last breath.
Time crawled silently on soft paws.
After years of anxious waiting,
Our little nest became alive,
With childish pranks and prattles
Two adorable boys ran round playfully,
Making our silent nest ring with noise.
Still remember those hectic days,
When my hands were so full
From tidying the house to keeping ready
Their school uniforms washed and ironed.
Helping them with their homework,
Packing tiffin, clearing the mess,
And being off to office for work.
By evening, came back dead tired,
For another round of mechanical cooking,
Queries like “are these the only snacks to eat?”
“Where is my workbook” et al make one truly mad.
Life wasn’t easy, with struggles rife.
During those years, how I longed,
For a little rest and quiet,
But at the same time, frolicking in the beauty
Of dreams built around our kids
Time speeded away so quick.
The boys grew very fast and flew away,
From the shelter of their comfort (?) zone
To far off places for study and later for work.
The house is back to silence once again.
Now how I long for the good old hectic days.
Memories sprout like pale shrubs,
In a famished backyard!
Our life is now immobilized in a coma of stillness.
On lonely evenings sitting in our empty nest,
We wait intent for their phone calls.
Often our hearts are set ablaze,
At the prospect of their coming home.
Parenthood is nothing but loving and losing!
May.7.2023
Empty Nest Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Cooper Etheridge
Staggered by the virus burning through the city veins,
Stop motion, speeded up, the slam of distant trains,
Rattled through the concrete as forgotten people die,
Howling jets of power chords go crashing through the sky.
The cardboard jungle stretches out along the seamy streets,
Where grimy flesh of down and outs use newspapers for sheets
And sleep with crazy fetishes that slice and dice the skull,
Narcosis bred by pills and soup make all the senses dull.
The rail-yard cauldron simmering with cabbages and rats,
Skin and fur of vermin bleeding protein in the vats,
It tastes of pulped up sewer waste distilled by Mr Hyde,
The methylated spirits put some flavour back inside.
Leaned up against the siding now corroded through with rust,
The corrugated blackened bones of asbestos and dust,
Insanity, reality, all sympathy gone up in flames,
Lunacy screams at the moon and calls the symptoms names.
Down here it doesn’t matter what the poets choose to write,
The road to hell is paved with good intentions every night,
The only thing that means a damn is death will set us free
Of all the madman chronicles of sociology.
".... could not stop for death- he kindly stopped for me-
the carriage held just ourselves and immortality."
Quote by _ Emily Dickinson
Scenes of my life passed by at lightning speed.
Everything in my being wants it to slow down,
in that moment as I thought that very thought
to my surprise at once, it slowed immediately.
I started to see things more precisely and clearly.
I studied each nuance, I was no longer blind,
I was gifted with a brand-new pair of eyes.
I found the beauty in any and everything I saw,
things that I thought meaningless and useless;
had much value and was very important to me.
My heart and my soul were bubbling over with
love, I appreciated all big or small life was good,
Then it speeded up again and then it was over.
5/30/2023
Contest: Writing Challenge- C Quotes
Sponsor: Constance La France
Friends are always loveable rascals
They make us laugh when needed
Lifting spirits they help make castles
Life without friends is slow speeded
Life without friends is slow speeded
lifting spirits they help make castles
They make us laugh when needed
Friends are always loveable rascals
16.8.2020
Mirror Mirror contest of John Lawless
2/26/18
Standing behind it, is a legion
The mystery continuing to deepen
Beyond all logic and reason
Occurring every season
Shining like a beacon
In any region
Where the terrain may steepen
Or remain even
Making the best of having freedom
Even though they want to put it in a museum
Information on it kept or deleted
As of recent
Still a secret
Nobody has seen this
And they don't know how to read it
It's mission hasn't been completed
Those standing in the way get defeated
No matter if they cheated
They are always the ones getting beaten
Next it proceeded and speeded
After what it truly needed
And it eventually succeeded
Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 4
Verses 4 and 5
This blow dealt most hard broke Marcus's glaive
and second strike that Cedric gave hurt knight.
Ben Brooster laid Sir Marcus low with stave.
The blow put knight upon the clay - bad sight!
Then came to aid at Marcus's side full might
of Morley's blade that skewered Brooster clean.
Now Liege did pain and chase Black Knight to flight,
but Sinefred bold renewed attack with spleen.
With madding fury he did strike Lord Morley mean.
And Sinefred rained down blows on Morley's shield.
The strikes are double number those returned.
The older knight now tires but won't yet yield,
it's Marcus's time to be now quite concerned.
Black Knight's hand wave to Sinefred now is spurned.
The sword of Bleadershame wants Morley's life.
In speeded action - ho - the battle churned.
With mace Sir Marcus enters new the strife.
For he wants Morley Liege again to see his wife.
Will Voters Rule Sperm are Persons?
By Elton Camp
When a recent referendum was voted down
There came a smile after the initial frown
Another group of folks, protection needed
So to arrange for another vote they speeded
Folks down there in the Magnolia State
Have had a scientific revelation of late
What they see nobody can rightly assail
“Sperm aren’t just cells with head and tail.”
They have looked at them with a microscope
And what they saw almost made them choke
A tiny baby each little sperm does contain
And so, alive, discharged ones must remain
Birth control methods designed to kill sperm
The severest punishment by the law will earn
Condoms and contraceptive foam are crime
Their use merits the death sentence each time
Women merely provide a warm and moist place
Where early development the babies can face
So sperm should be granted the law’s protection
Kill ‘em & you will, for prosecution, face selection
At state borders checkpoints will then be erected
So that any illegal contraceptives can be detected
Big Bubbas will be keeping the sharpest eye out
For any vicious serial killers who may be about
I believe a fertilized egg to life has a right
But I am not trying to make it a public fight
When the public votes on matters like this
The need for moral decisions is easy to miss
(Note, you might enjoy googling “theory of preformation” to gain insight into the historical background of the idea that sperm are actually tiny humans. This write is SATIRE and should be read as such. Mississippi has no plans for such a vote.)