Best Stops Poems
When its time to for him to sail away
like wind-blown leaves and cherry blossoms drifting in the lake
When He journeys far,as far as moons to reach
When He forgets the fragrance of Her hair
and how She tasted 'neath fresh linen sheets
When He forgets the sweetness of her name
and all the thousand ways She loved him through each day
Its then,She will remember each promise they concealed
Its then when She would whisper,'Come back and lay with me
Come close ,and tread all solitude beneath your tired feet
Look deep into these eyes and tell me what you see.
Tell me,are your nights long,are they vacant and cold
Or do the tea-light candles still glow to keep you warm?'
Its then where She would whisper ,'Come back and lay with me
Embraced by open arms is where you ought to be'
But whispers slowly fade like ripples of fresh rain
that once flooded this heart,then dried like ash of grey .
Her whispers go unanswered,His silence will prevail
His cheeks won't feel each tear drop,His heart buries the pain.
His mind rejects the memory and moments they have shared
But thoughts keep spreading freely like wings of soaring birds
Thoughts will keep returning, years after His regrets
Recalling yester's green fields and a lady with a hat
A lady on a blanket,hands wrapped around her knees
His shoes right there beside her,a fondled kiss in breeze.
She must have been the one...All along She was the one
The girl that keeps on living ,the shadow in his dreams....
The girl that keeps on playing ,pressing his piano keys.
Inspired by Alexis 'Contest ...and by Elton John's Song - The One..(Not for contest)
Categories:
stops, absence, feelings,
Form:
Lyric
If it were up to me,
I would like to change the world's views;
On who it can afford to keep,
and who it can afford to lose.
If it were up to me,
People would pay dearly for their crimes;
Including many lawmakers,
who never obey their own signs.
If it were up to me,
not one child would ever die;
And I would raise them with dignity,
and teach them never to lie.
If it were up to me,
I'd make unhappy people smile all the time,
It just seems so much better,
than listening to them whine.
If it were up to me,
all marriages would forever last,
And people would kiss and make up,
instead of rehashing the past.
All these things I desire,
have to start somewhere you see,
So I'll step forward and go first,
and start things with me.
Categories:
stops, fantasy, people, people,
Form:
Rhyme
The tunnel seems long
Everything you have seems wrong
The darkness never ending
Your life balancing on a shoe string
But out of the darkness a light
The brightest and most gorgeous daylight
Appears at the end of the tunnel
Your coming to the end of your struggle
At the end of the day you are a survivor
Your family is your main driver
Your strength is what keeps you going
That keeps your blood flowing
Times ahead will be hard and tiresome
But you are capable of equating the entire sum
The survivor in you will come through
Onwards and upwards to pastures new
Always remember this one line
“Nothing ever stops for time”
Enjoy every moment as I’m sure you will
You won’t always be traveling uphill…
Categories:
stops, anxiety, cancer, care, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey..' You..Are you heading to the bus stop? Well yes..Oh
Good.' Well i don't mean really good though..' why not? You mean
You have not heard.?? Heard what.? Well theres going to be
A plane coming to your bus stop.!! Are you sure.?? Oh yes..
And if you don't have the right ticket..' Well you won't be
Able to board.' And whats more you need different clothes.'
I do ? Well of course you will.' And so will all the other people.' Why?? Well because the plane needs to be able to
See you.' Oh..' yes you need to have really 'bright clothes you see! Like what.? (Like these!) Here are some bright yellow
Pants they go with a pink jacket and a bright blue hat.' Why
Do i need to have those.? Well so the plane can see you all
(Or you may all get killed) hey why can't we just have a bus.?
You can't..!! Thats it..The plane is coming so you just have
To be ready..By the way what sort of plane is it? I don't
Know.! I just know its big and dangerous and you need these clothes.!! How many people does the plane hold? I'm
Afraid I don't really know.! Oh..Does it belong to a particular
Firm I don't know.' Why don't you know? Because its only
Being built now.' Well how is it going to get here? It just is
Ok!! But can it land at the bus stop? Yes it can land anywhere.' Oh..As a matter of fact it might land on the
Canal..' But you'll still need to board.' Yes I know but how do
I get over the water? Thats ok ( i have this inflatable boat
Here!) I don't know? Is it seaworthy even? Of course..Its just crossed the English channel ' now would i sell you it
If it was not safe and effective? But.?? Look.!! i am a busy
Person and this is a fast paced situation.' My those clothes
Do have a certain flair.' They are a bit uncomfortable..Well
Thats not the point.' They have to be viynal so they can be
Washed..' Oh and when is the plane arriving? I told you I don't know..Now tuck the boat under your arm and you
Are going to be ready..Toodle loo.)
Categories:
stops, abuse, appreciation, boat, education,
Form:
Narrative
I've got my eye on you...
"Don't fear my darkness"
For my mood reflects by the moon or sun,
and my mysterious faces and silhouettes...
can be creepingly pleasant
If that's such a thing?
Sometimes I will be watching you from behind
Though,
other times I will be leading you to your fate or destinations
My darkness can sometimes blind you,
So, look for me when the sun shines...
that is when I am at my best
But beware, in a ghostly manner, within seconds...
I will disappear into the unknown
I am always full of fresh air,
but,
my breath has been taken
Well, I will see you sometime soon, time to go...
It's raining
Categories:
stops, deep,
Form:
Free verse
I Woke this morning the sky was blue
Thought that I'd have a barbecue
I'll go to the shop and get some food
The Sun is shining, I'm in a good mood.
Now the guest list, who would I invite ?
Me on my own just wouldn't be right
Kim and Connie now they like beer
They'll liven things up don't you fear.
Jan Allison, lin lane,I'll invite them too
They can recite some limericks at my do
The beer will flow and so will the wine
Oh that reminds me I must invite line.
Illene, Caren, Haley and Pandita
Carol, Alexis, and of course Nina
Andrea , Eve Roper and Maureen McGreavy
You're all welcome, just don't be greedy.
Sunshine Smile I'll invite her as well
Some tales of the Vikings she can tell.
I'll get some burgers and prime steak
If you don't eat meat, I'll get veggie bake.
Also Carolyn, Nette , Heidi and Susan
Hang on !, you're all ladies I'll be the only man
I'll be running round like a butler in the buff
After half an hour, I'll have had enough.
Now if your name you do not see
Don't be thinking, did he forget me
The names you see are to make it rhyme
You're welcome in my house anytime.
Change of plan, I'm sorry to be a pain
Just heard the forecast it's going to rain
Sorry to let you down but I'll pour some beer
Raise my glass to you all and wish you good cheer.
Written on 27th June 2018.
For summer cooking contest sponsored by Kim Rodigues and judged on 19th July 2018.
Categories:
stops, dedication, food, friend, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Rain may flood the street
But homewards she has to stride
Kids and kitchen waiting.
Categories:
stops, love, mom,
Form:
Haiku
Heart stops
Tick Tock, Tick.....Tock
I hold my breath and wait
But you refuse to catch my eye
Heart breaks.
Categories:
stops, life, lost love, sad
Form:
Cinquain
The desire for you has lasted a thousand years
The sadness of loss has brought many tears
The love in our hearts has lasted forever and a day
The look in your eye makes time melt away
The sound of your voice stops the clocks flowing hand
The smell of your hair ceases the hourglasses flowing sand
The touch of your hand halts the very turn of the tide
The essence of your soul stops the beat of my heart deep inside
Categories:
stops, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
No eagle first takes the plunge without daring demon death
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature
Make just one mistake a day in the year and collect torture
Shut the day out alone in shell and court worsening health
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Could the straying baby elephant avoid instant capture
From the pride of lions stalking in frenzied stealth
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature
What original sin smacks not of the mistake of rapture
Where the hapless heart flounders in Adam’s gasping breath
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Were not the juicy fruits Eve bore the objects of rapture
What did she promise more than the pulpiness of wealth
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature
Human error tosses our lives into the churning of culture
Err not and the lives we lead lead us into the noose’s wreath
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
stops, courage, heart,
Form:
Villanelle
Gazing into the mirror, tears streaming down my cheeks. Not understanding what's happening. A child of eight, maybe ten staring back. Why me?
I had chosen to live isolated from humanity, deep in the Appalachian mountains. Society had become too corrupt. I trusted no one. My friends, all gone. My family disowned me - a freak, a loser they called me. I was content to live out the remainder of my life alone, with only the birds and the squirrels to keep me company. Every night I prayed for death to visit early so this useless life would end.
But death has escaped me. Relief may never come. Trapped in an endless loop ever since that day, that cursed day when I was struck by lightning while fetching wood for the fire. There was no storm, no clouds. Something strange and surreal happened to me in that moment. I didn't die.
Now I live in misery, my body setting and resetting, aging then reversing, then aging again. O how I long for it to end, to sleep the eternal sleep, to simply cease to exist. For you see, I am 195 years old. Time stops for no one in this place, this hellish hole I've fallen into. At least not for me. Please God, help me. Please, LET IT END!
Categories:
stops, age, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
Day’s labor done and task set aside my eyes are called to the glorious beauties of horizon’s setting sun, while whispers of gentle flowing breeze bring memory of home.....cleansing my soul and signing end to yet another day so far from you. Golden rays stream from heavens above,,, lifting my hopes to that distant place as with eyes closed the brilliant colors of our yesterdays unfold before me.... beckoned by call of this my thirsty soul.
Waves of passion timeless and clear spill through now open gates as heart, mind and soul are swept once more to that place of calm reassurance, rejoicing in the known peace so perfectly centered in the glory of your love.
Though here, I am there, surrounded by treasures mine for the taking, a melody of moments take life, ,,,,hands of the clock stand still,,,,, and I stand- arms empty yet holding firm in loving embrace.
Miles distant and time long past your kisses rained gentle upon these cheeks, cheeks which now burn with the sting of tears shameless flow, falling to the dry dust of this broken land.
Standing on hallowed ground my simple prayer this fleeting shadow of hope might tarry a moment longer in the light.....
,,,,holding,,,, holding tight with all my might to this moment we now share across such cruel distance.... ohhhh more precious than gold these grains which once flowed through the seamless glass of time.
Yes surely such ecstasy shall fade as waters held in open hand, ,,,,still I hold tight that I might take glimpse of you even if it be through the tainted eyes of this mind’s memory.
Ohhhh.....so bitter sweet that I’m allowed here, and there, for surely the painful sting of known return to tomorrow’s struggles awaits......yet still,,,,,still,,,,,, one more breath,, one more kiss,,,,,, one more long embrace ......
Alas I turn and face the truth of many a day to come, thankful and refreshed in the sweet breath just past and the fresh airs of home relived.
Categories:
stops, feelings, loneliness, longing, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
(Historical train-ride on the first Transcontinental Railroad in 1870 from Omaha to Ogden aboard the Union Pacific Railroad) © 2009 (Jim Sularz)
Morning breaks again, we chug out to Bryan and Carter,
at Fort Bridger, lives Chief Wash-a-kie.
Another steep grade, snow-capped mountains to see,
down below, there’s Bear Valley Lake.
Near journey’s end, some eighty miles to go,
at Evanston’s rail shops, and hotel.
Leaving Wahsatch behind, where there’s the grandest divide,
with fortressed bluffs, and canyon walls.
A chasm’s ahead, Hanging Rock’s slightly bent,
a thrilling ride, rushing past Witches’ Cave.
A lot more to see, from Pulpit Rock to Echo City,
to a tall and majestic tree.
It’s a picnic stop, and a place to celebrate,
marching Legions, that crossed a distant trail.
Proud immigrants, Mormons and Civil War veterans,
it’s here, they spiked a thousand miles of rail!
We’re now barreling down Weber Canyon, shooting past Devil’s Slide,
there’s a paradise, just beyond Devil’s Gate.
Cold frothy torrents from Weber River, splash up in our faces,
and spill west, to the Great Salt Lake.
It’s a long ways off, from the hills and bluffs of Omaha,
to a place called – “God’s promised land.”
And it took dreaming, scheming, guts and sinew,
to carve this road with calloused hands.
From Ogden, we’re heading west to Sacramento,
we’ll forge ahead on CP steam.
And when we get there, we’ll always remember –
Stops Along an American Dream.
“Nothing like it in the World,”
east and west a nation hailed.
All aboard at every stop,
along the first Transcontinental Rail!
(The End)
Categories:
stops, america, history, travel,
Form:
Quatrain
watching movies with you
i hope the rain never stops
surprised we haven't fallen asleep yet
guess we are where we wanna be
we make chocolate chip cookies
we make cinnamon rolls
we make sugar cookies
we make vanilla and oreo shakes
we put in another movie
we pass gas in the name of comfort
watching movies with you
i hope the rain never stops
now we resort to the classics
for once time is being kind to us by discovering its inner snail
we make cake squares
we make lemon drop cookies
we make rice krispies treats
we make vanilla and butterscotch pudding
we put in yet another movie
we again pass gas in the name of comfort
Categories:
stops, beautiful, day, rain,
Form:
Free verse
when my ink
stops
bleeding on paper
I
grab my brushes
and
scatter paints on
canvas
21 February 2022
Notes: Experimenting on a 1 sentence free verse poem with 3-1-3-1-3-1-3-1 pattern inspired by William Carlos Williams, "A Red Wheel Barrow "
Categories:
stops, art, inspiration, writing,
Form:
Free verse