Best Unhurriedly Poems
My soul was on fire, as I entered the wood
By the old rusty gate, which silently stood
Absorbing history, making no choice
Passing no judgement, adding no voice
The rough ancient path, veined with roots
To test my step, or scuff my boots
Unhurriedly followed the line of the brook
But this was not the path I took
I turned to the right, climbed up through the trees
Where bracken and brambles tugged at my knees
‘til I reached the edge of the open moor
And strode on up to the lonely tor
Where first we kissed on that moonlit night
Where you held me close, as I held you tight
That was the moment I was truly born
My life before you had been tattered and torn
You gave me the courage to truly be me
You gave me your love unconditionally
Yes, my soul was on fire, as you came into view
On the edge of the rock, by the magical yew
And I knew, as then, you were only her ghost
The spirit of the one I have loved the most
Categories:
unhurriedly, loveme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
In Africa another day is born
At dawn
The optimist awakes
To a world that’s bright with receding night
Hope and promise of things new
A world where dreams come true
In Africa another day is done
At dusk with setting sun
The pessimist seems right
In the fading light
Of yet another day
Where despair and failure
Lie strewn along his way
Africa’s sun at noon
Hangs suspended in the sky
Held in equilibrium
And pulled between the two
This dark continent illuminated
Her wonders and woes exposed, juxtaposed
And in the balance
Dangles her destiny
Rhythmic people sing their songs prolifically
In unmatched harmonies
Ladies curtsey in respect
Where culture holds the sway
Noisy kids at play
The epitome of community
They learn to serve and share and care
Well muscled men with pride defend
Their dark identity
Your people with poise and patience
Meekness and strength
Move along unhurriedly
You’re blessed abundantly
Game runs free
Stunning lakes and rivers, forests and plains
And summer rains
Busy markets bustling with traders
And splashed with colour
All enhance your wonder
Africa the cradle of humanity
If true begs a question or two
Why have you not advanced?
And why are you so poor?
Hungry children with hollow eyes
Roam around in rags
Corrupt dictators with degrees
Have learned to take a bribe
Your breadbasket has become a begging bowl
Migrants in their thousands leave your shores
Because of wars
In search of greener fields
With arrogance you name and blame
It’s not your fault
So you become the victim
The one entitled to
You’re held in chains and still not free
Although you brag of
Madiba’s legacy
Categories:
unhurriedly, africa,
Form:
Free verse
Push me against my back, hit in my face,
like any wind you’re elemental and erratic.
Give me a licking or unhurriedly caress,
play hide-and-seek – a child in father’s jacket.
Not telling me what winds await ahead –
dead calm, strong gale, dry hot or boreas.
As the entire world the only truth as old –
last breeze of mine shall fan my deadly face.
Categories:
unhurriedly, fate, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The sun-birds seem endlessly twitter
Rue not the day I love you
Up there the leaves quiver lively greener
The ripples unhurriedly caress the bank of a river
Haul me with pleasant shiver of being stuck on you
For the sun and the birds are there
Up-and-down I know with your love
Lighten all worries and fading hopes
Lessening my sweet taste that
You sometimes feel bitter
Long after we learn the sun will set
Or the birds will quietly be home
Vast rivers may even get dry
Even nothing left but silence
Yet through all these ups and downs
Of living under the sun, still I Love
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Categories:
unhurriedly, love, love, sun,
Form:
Acrostic
Mosquito Bat
Peering closely, I sought to quickly skim through the online latest news …
True to form, I am a stickler for keeping up with the latest happening news…
Given this internet age and its borderless media reach, there’s always something…
So much to read, so much to keep up to date, just so one’ll be a better man for reading…
Then it happened, even as I was about to scroll the displayed page with the mouse button..
There came a familiar high pitched whine, softly at first but intensifying as its source approaches…
Christ! A blasted mosquito, high tailing in my direction, to my right pinky ear, to be precise…
I froze all motion, rolled and strained my eyeball to squint out of the corner of my right eye…
I saw, at the periphery of my field of vision, the fast approaching obnoxious blood sucker…
Silvery wings furiously beating as it made a bee line to my ear, a beacon for a typical bloody dinner…
Cautiously yet sparing no delay, I reached out for my trusty rechargeable electric mosquito bat…
The offending insect was just about to land, circling in ever tightening circles as I grasped my bat…
Bat upraised in hand, I did a quick head swivel , the dastardly insect was now plain in my sight …
Ah ha, now you are my victim, you stupid little insect! I gloated inwardly as I eyeballed the insect..
Dinner lost, the sudden shift in air movement must have warned this bloodthirsty sucker…
There was a quick change in its flight pattern, it tried to fly out of my vision, tried to flee from danger …
Here, eat this, you bloody miserable ungodly insect! Unhurriedly, almost leisurely, I waved my bat…
Right across the flying path of the fleeing little insect, there was no escape for such was its fate…
A sharp crackle and a quick spark of light, the poor mosquito was no more, no longer in sight…
A plume of whitish smoke, an acrid smell of burnt organic material, yup it was no more alright…
Mentally, I blew across the end of my smoking gun barrel like any swashbuckling vigilante..
Gee, what a lethal combination, me and this rechargeable electric mosquito bat each day…
Got to get a spare, just in case, like my daddy used to say, get ready for a rainy day…
An electric mosquito bat, dear readers, it is a must- have gadget to get, to keep up to date........
Categories:
unhurriedly, celebration, fantasy, goodbye, silly,
Form:
Free verse
Relation next relationships are on par with a hardship
Entirely relationships are analogous to the April 15th, 1912 Titanic ship
It’s stunning how the body is motionless although The Relationships of Love turn acrobatic flips
The Tom & Jerry show, Chasing Love you’ll injure a hip
Is Love a forlorn Hollywood skit?
A heart break is like Tag the Flesh he’s/she’s it
Here appears cupid shooting an innocent bystander with a Love bullet
I reckon I’m it
Rather than whiz in Love conceal your heart Locked and Zipped (Zip-Loc)
Be absolutely certain Lord God is the foremost caption of the meticulous ship
It pains me to witness mortal eyes that rapidly drip
Loss in the sleeping quarters hanging on to each word of an R&B which admittedly isn’t hip
Be unhurriedly affirmative to Love are you ready to commit?
A world of torment and depression if you click the amiss submit
You’ll fathom True Love when the organs upset the stomach to vomit
Until then Ja'Mishia SmileFace Kelly be a youngster to Love, Take a pew at the domestic and study Love comics
Categories:
unhurriedly, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Notes: Part 1 of The kiss at the tor was the first poem I ever posted on the Soup.
Some time later, my life changed and I was moved to write an alternative version.
I always thought I had posted the second part as a separate poem but, on discovering
that I never did, I have combined the two as a poem of two parts here...
The kiss at the tor (Part 1)
My soul was on fire, as I entered the wood
By the old rusty gate, which silently stood
Absorbing history, making no choice
Passing no judgement, adding no voice
The rough ancient path, veined with roots
To test my step, or scuff my boots
Unhurriedly followed the line of the brook
But this was not the path I took
I turned to the right, climbed up through the trees
Where bracken and brambles tugged at my knees
‘til I reached the edge of the open moor
And strode on up to the lonely tor
Where first we kissed on that moonlit night
Where you held me close, as I held you tight
That was the moment I was truly born
My life before you had been tattered and torn
You gave me the courage to truly be me
You gave me your love unconditionally
Yes, my soul was on fire, as you came into view
On the edge of the rock, by the magical yew
And I knew, as then, you were only her ghost
The spirit of the one I have loved the most
The kissing gate (The kiss at the tor – Part 2)
My heart was aglow, as we entered the wood
By the kissing gate, that silently stood
Preserving the memory, of all those who passed
We were not the first, and we’ll not be the last
The soft grassy path, in shafts of light
Caused us to miss, the rough track to the right
Inviting us on, as it slowly took
The meandering line, of the boulder strewn brook
Spirit and power, now came from the trees
The canopy rustled, in the warm summer breeze
While beyond the forest, on the high heather moor
The grit stone crags, of the lonely tor
Acknowledged our kiss, in the broad daylight
While you held me close, and I held you tight
This was the day I was truly born
My life no longer tattered and torn
Your love was the gift that set me free
The love that you gave unconditionally
Yes, my heart is aglow, with a love so true
Freely given, by this magical you
Now, as never, I am rid of the ghost
And with the one I love the most
Categories:
unhurriedly, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Within the glass backed walls of the squash courts, ....
Eager junior players are busy getting into their strides..
In small groups of 4 to 6, they are seeking to earn their stripes..
Religiously undergoing punishing regimes while in training...
Perfecting skills and flair to better perform beyond all these training...
Within the glass backed walls of the squash courts..
Players are wielding each a racket as an integral part of their hands..
Moving fluidly into anticipated spaces with well measured paces..
Unhurriedly and ever so confidently they execute hitting maneuvers...
One can't help but recall the phrase poetry in motion in their actions...
Within these glass backed walls of the squash courts..
Perspiration drenched players are seriously undergoing racket drills...
Moving swiftly and surely through well drilled routines without frills....
Whacking hard and fast the moving blur of a rubberised squash ball...
Confidently and effortlessly retrieving impossible shots off the wall...
Within the glass backed walls of these squash courts...
The dedicated coach is closely assisting and monitoring his players..
Eagled eyed and confident, he's getting the best out of the players..
Pushing and cajoling, occasional groans and cries of frustration and of laughter...
Help relieve the monotony in this serious business of training players to be better...
Within these glass backed walls of the squash courts..
Young players are diligently sweating blood and tears to excel further....
Endlessly going through technical drills so that their skills be better..
These endless cycles of training and stroke making drills are necessary....
For these young players are chasing living dreams of squash fame and glory...
Within the glass backed walls of the squash courts...
Kiddie dreams of glory and fame are planted in fresh young minds in earnest...
Sporting dreams are cultivated and gradually nutured into driving ambitions...
A number of such dreamers will falter never to taste the ultimate highs of glory...
But one in a while, a shining diamond of a player steps into court, to start a new story..
Within the the glass backed walls of the squash court....
A generation of champions are being groomed to hold court...
Outside the world awaits patiently, who's the next champion to step forth?
Categories:
unhurriedly, character, children, clothes, desire,
Form:
Light Verse
Eye came unhurriedly into the Ronstadt center walking unhurriedly for it is a Sunday
Schedule on the Bus Sun Tran couple this with Easter and a holiday to boot upon the land of
this renewed AmeriCa, may GOD in Jesus help mee eye forgive her; When to mye surprise
delight a happy Easter eye surprised the EGG just laying there forlorn and forgotten from the
Basket on a ledge where bus patrons sit and Gather dust just waiting for the buss there it
was boiled and purple colored Easter Egg with White left interspaced and looking closely eye
discovered some spattered mottley colors there none of them a primary some EGG childe
artiste had created this created creation just for eye to find so eye peeled it carefully of shell
but some color still remained on EGG transporting me back home to MOTHER and to Yard
again while eating EGG a man now eye took half of it away with just one bite while eyeing
yellow yolk inside a smile then one more bite egg was gone a swallow a lifetime
remembered happy childhood was revisited all in one short moment of an Easter Sunday
Suntran Bus day. On this mye Easter Sunday.
Categories:
unhurriedly, devotion, children, holiday, inspirational,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A foul breath of misty, cold, damp air
brushed across my cheek, caressing hair;
then, unhurriedly, around neckline
while slinking languidly down my spine,
which shivered at that, and eerie sound;
of a four-beat rhythm; shod hooves on ground.
Unearthly screams from deep dark shadows;
the murderous caws of old black crows
disturbed by a corpse in passing hearse.
I held a button and voiced a verse
as it passed me by; alas, in vain,
I spied my face in its windowpane.
Deathly wind drafts in the hearse's wake
ravaged through my flesh - and soul did take.
Something Spooky 8 to 16 lines Poetry Contest, placed 1st.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date wrote: 05-October-2021
Categories:
unhurriedly, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
With a sleight of hand and a sparkle of light,
Our magic effortlessly evades every mortal’s site.
Incantations and chanting tongue incessantly flowing
Most are absolutely bewitched without ever knowing.
Sentiments of excitement weakness, and even awe.
Wonderment befalls all gape with an open jaw.
Tapping the wand and gesturing a hand about,
Mind-boggling flashes gazillions of colors throughout.
Suddenly, the juncture clear a single silhouette stands.
Romantically he gestures unhurriedly opening his hands.
Divine messenger’s murmur deafening thunder roars.
One finale undulation swift release uncovered it soars.
Floating star ward for each to witness and praise.
Creators’ creation it has only taken seven days.
Motionless yet descending now completely fulfilled.
Creator accomplished shroud away life begins thrilled.
Categories:
unhurriedly, fantasy, imagination, nature, places,
Form:
Petition
We animals and after mature cogitation
Enunciate bury the hatchet and in peace abide
To the law of the jungle oppose our deprivation
Terminate the masquerade and nature commodities equally divide
Confide to pathetic humans the charge
To their lust grotesque for power leverage
Revamp hostility to supremacy attain
Ignoramus jackasses seeking to hold the reins
Pharaohs,stars and emperors long proclaimed
The commanded the skies and earth germane
Their bones under earth's scum alighted
Unhurriedly putrefied and fetid smell did remain
It though takes all kinds to make a world
With disparate feathers flock like a bird.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Categories:
unhurriedly, animal, crazy, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Adamu is missing here
He went a road all mortals go
Silence grace the missing space
Igniting our heart throb
Unhurriedly death dragged air
Out of his craving nostrils
Leaving a speechless mould
For he tested positive
He had the consuming virus.
See Adamu,
Stiff, benumbed and deaf to comrade's call
Flying into a plane
From which no man has returned
Rickety old Mr. Death
Conquered this promising child
Death has debased his proud heart
This poem is fiction.
Categories:
unhurriedly, death, loss, sadmissing, missing,
Form:
Free verse
A tiny little stream flows so very peacefully on its long meandering, rippling way,
Trees along long grassy flowered banks, where birds sing songs and children play,
Then, as by magic, trough the dark green summer leaves, the sunlit gold rods fall,
And beautiful ducks and geese glide motionless by, heads high by ivy-colored walls.
But many years ago the stream flowed dangerously fast past old cottage windowpanes,
Bubbling froth, full of importance, turning mill wheels for grinding wheat grains,
Bridges used to strain from its mighty power, bends chiseled into rigid straightness,
Rushing water was feared, people stayed away from the banks because of its greatness,
When the rains fell it burst banks and flooded fields, the villages, and soaked towns,
A wild beast that had to be chained, concrete banks were built, before someone drowns,
Now it’s old and beaten, it limps slowly, flowing unhurriedly past the beds of reeds,
Occasionally when the rain is heavy it slips slowly out onto the quiet water-mead's.
Categories:
unhurriedly, nature, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
constantly
touching your technology
unknowingly
swimming in my psychology
dabble with forbidden poetic alchemy
cooking timeless rhyme remedies, recipes
read instructions on how to achieve
immortality
steel will steady and
unhurriedly
slow minute by minute process
even slower day by day progress
something to learn or mere nonsense
amazing how a few words
can spark your consciousness
Categories:
unhurriedly, art, spiritual, strength,
Form:
Rhyme