Best Startling Poems
** Devotion Poem, VANTAGE POINTS **
(For Jim. #17 in Devotion Poem Series)
“I’m not a romantic,”
you announced at the very beginning
With a side-flick of your hand
As if you might then stand
To exit…taking along your trail
Of cool colors — the blues and greens —
Too unwilling for any startling
By my sun yellows, tangerine oranges
Or my bleeding reds,
To disturb your eyes.
But committed to staying, you added,
“I’ve never been able to wink either,”
demonstrating that disability as if
To say, “At you, I would if I could.”
Hypotheses and proofs, have
always linked
In your engineer’s character,
While crayons and ongoing arrows
spread out through mine,
Which, like our colors,
I thought were complimentary,
But now it appears you
might have thought
were just me being childish
And not about any inspired creativity,
from the other side of the brain, so
Alien to the light-green violets
On your side of the color wheel:
Where the palette of intelligence
has formulae —
Not unpredictable outbursts
Or random integers of emotion.
Once, you held me like the first
Glimpsing of a winking Venus
in the dusk
Presenting to all
Her prelude of heaven’s lights
To continue on through the night…
But now, paddling deep in
an ocean of years,
I fear that you find me
Like a flicking bedside candle
Meddling in your wish to sleep…
While some galaxies
in my cosmos
Have darkened
With my own self-depreciation
and decline
So like
Those stars
and dreams that have gone aging.
But inside,
My sun’s risings and settings
Still glow blessed
With vibrant, surging color…
Wishing to be held by
your morning’s horizon-blue eyes.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
It’s rather odd
That I woke up pretty early this Saturday morning
It’s rather odd
That I awoke from my indescribable dream, filled with mysteries
It’s somewhat peculiar
That I enjoy being a teenager—now I could do whatever I want and when I want!
But that’s selfish of me, huh? Ha-ha like I care…psh!
It’s rather alarming
That I awoke from a motivating dream without the alarm going off
But that was only a coincidence…I think!
It’s rather startling
That I aced a test in my Algebra 1 class and…
Yet I failed the class miserably…so I have to take Algebra over again! GREEAT!
It’s rather startling
That I faced my past fears and…
Now I don’t appear to look like a fool anymore…or do I?
My startling moment was
When I noticed that I had an acting talent!
My startling moment was
When I noticed I had a writing ability too…
My startling moment was
When I composed my own song—now that’s awesome!
My startling moment was
When I heard that my brother was going to be kicked out of the house!
My startling moment was
When I did my piano practice on my own—now that’s tricky!
My startling moment was
When I noticed that I had suicidal thoughts…
I had horrible experiences while facing this problem…DX
My last startling moment was…
Uhh, I totally forgot…
What was my last startling moment if you know?
Oh!! I know! I know!
When I first created my main characters in my future trilogy! ?
The Stewardess’ Startling Questions
By Elton Camp
Safety procedures she will mention
Few, if any, pay very much attention
They are interested in taking a nap
Or using the computer in their lap
One day, the stewardess was taken aback
Because the captain had a heart attack
He groaned and slumped in his seat
She could barely hear his heartbeat
There was no copilot on that flight
So she gasped in horror at the sight
To passengers she said, “Attention please”
The words she next spoke are these:
Is anyone CPR trained to try
Or any who an airplane can fly?
In stunned silence passengers sat
For all had given heed to that
Through a passage of deceit
I face that which I fear greatly
Terrified and curious
Debating what it is that will make me
In this life we must guard our steps
Because that’s what leads us to our fate
But nothing happens as you desire
Possibly for ones own sake
Prepared or not I’m on my way
Life doesn’t halt for individuals
The truth isn’t always spoken
Yet sometimes hidden and not clearly visible
I realize that I have a path
Just not certain what I will encounter
Though when I reach my limit
I will meet that lady called destiny
And hopefully I wont doubt her
See my future portrait of what i am
Is only what I paint it
But only you can manage
Off of what it is that you’ve created
That single step I am required to take
Is a frightening one but one I am willing to make
--The feeling of after hearing an ancient love story
Searching love but being desolate
Joy, sadness and pain
A Startling beauty
Unlucky destiny
For whom sorrow and empty?
Empty lament
A romantic lonely dream.
Her comments had really startled me; I wasn't expecting any, you see
So I hid in the dark under my bed ~ Then I heard this, 'Please marry me!'
This startling vision,
has happiness inscribed
on the thread of its destiny.
with dimensions so noble,
its piercing cries,sets the
soul aflame with burning desire.
in our isle of solitude,
the little lantern light, lits our path
and the crooked is made clear.
this startling vision,
never melts like the candle wax,
neither is it unstable like the ocean tides.
it lusters softly,
like the radiance of the rising sun,
like the splendor of the shinning stars.
What nine letter English word can by removing one letter each time make eight more English words?
startling
starting
staring
string
sting
sing
sin
in
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Not orginal idea ..
Each beautiful wish
becomes a star
and it shines over us at night
thousands of beautiful wishes
waiting to be fulfilled
And god has taken the stars
put them into groups
making up the constellations
one greater picture of all the wishes in it
when you look hard enough
you will find me there
Each constellation
looked at
simultaneously gives you a picture
we have yet to complete that mural in the sky
however
I am sure
that eventually as the wishes are granted
the stars will fade
while many others are born
we will find 22 or more pictures in the sky
put them in cards again and hopefully
when the known constellations are forgotten
they will look to the stars again
Just long island iced tea, the Jamaican Pig told us.
We knew better than this, for we knew this pig, Gus.
Nothing spicy or startling inside the glass? I said.
He said no, but his tell-tale face turned a brilliant red.