Best Unscheduled Poems
i stood looking outside
listening to the rain
with its long slender fingers
tap a tune against my window
squeegees in hand
i could see
the troops of drops
clean the air
for a clearer view
while on their descent
people
some walking
holding their umbrellas
others running
attempting to escape
the cruel barrage of
knocks to their heads
there are a few children
in their rainy day gear
locked and loaded
steady and ready
attacking the puddles
with a fierce offensive
crushing any and all puddles
dare question their authority
jumping and diminishing
the enemy ruthlessly
the children's joy
propels me to thoughts
of the gift ahead
a rainbow large
or maybe a double arc
fully colored vibrant
interrupted
my kettle
whistles
me over
meticulously
i proceed to prepare
my rainy day cocoa
in my neighborhood
it's a law
rain?
hot cocoa
cocoa in hand
i return to my show
the trees are soaked
the rain unrelenting
the plants forced
to bend under the
weight of heavy rain
all the tiny flyers
seek shelter
while birds
bomb dive
for their landing
worms however
are in their
full glory
out for their
unscheduled shower
later aliens
with lamps
shinning from
their foreheads
will gather
to pluck
worms
from the earth
poor worms
my daughters
will be glad
never having
liked crawlies
of any kind
i suppose
they would think
poor aliens
the rain now
is descending violently
apparently in cahoots
with the wind
but still no
thunder or lightning
this must be their
week off
a paid vacation
i gather
my cocoa only
warm and almost
finished
i decide to
bid the rain
a good night
i head
upstairs
for my
daily shower
Maurice Yvonne
September 12 2014
Rainy Day Contest
Global warming is causing climate change:
while ice sheets at the poles are melting fast;
as oceans and deserts increase their range.
Whales and porpoises are beaching, so strange,
nearing extinction, they're among the last:
global warming is causing climate change.
Folks are acting like a dog with the mange,
scratching out a living, lost to the past;
as oceans and deserts increase their range.
Tomorrow buys today; that's the exchange:
greed pushes progress, with few questions asked:
global warming is causing climate change.
Though over time, theories interchange:
the amount of damage is far too vast:
as oceans and deserts increase their range.
We've lost all hope that time will rearrange
these unscheduled changes: the die's been cast.
Global warming is causing climate change
as oceans and deserts increase their range.
Beyond the blue ...
sailing past the farthest tearful kiss blown
Hoping for clear skies ahead,
as my Aussie eyes see wallaby clouds
joyfully jumping by
From Perth to Sydney,
a dragging anchor of parting sadness
has dropped to the deep
Last thoughts of loneliness
is an indigo splash of speeding aft memories
Decked in colorful, island attire ...
sitting leisurely behind a free-spinning nautical wheel
Passenger on an unscheduled wave ride,
heading to wherever
the romantic adventure wind blows
beyond the Gold Coast
Pineapple pleasure ... tropical frozen feeling
soothes the kiss-parched lips
On a lounge deck, sitting beside an open port window,
I listen to the receding waves of the rainforest echoes
Going to the other side of life —
that joyous Aussie place,
a heartbeat above Mt. Gambier
From Melbourne to New Castle,
I searched platonic near and engagement far
for the missing part of my heart
I tear trekked thru the bleak urban wilderness,
and the barren suburban outback
From Wodonga to Toowoomba,
looking in hotel high and motel low places,
the hidden treasure wasn’t found
Now, I finally reached the other side of life —
that beautiful Aussie place,
a heartbeat above Mt. Kaputar
Beyond the blue ...
sailing past the farthest dream sigh mist blown
Crystal clear skies loom ahead,
as my dancing Aussie eyes see kangaroo clouds
hopping happily by
A day when everything goes your way
I must be doing something wrong
when you do everything on your checklist
Haven't I forgotten something?
when all those checks arrive in the mail
How many will bounce?
when your wife listens to you and says you're right
Are you sure you're feeling well, dear?
when your teenagers clean up their rooms voluntarily
Go ahead and treat yourself to some recreational marijuana, guys
when your boss gives you an unscheduled raise
Uh-oh. What miracle does he want out of me now?...
when you get in the swiftest check-out line in the supermarket
when you make every green light on your commute to and from work
when you win Powerball AND Little Lotto
when you get zero telemarketing calls
when this dream ends with
a wet, sloppy kiss from
your loyal, trusty dog...
Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours
that owned no share of care - the virtual halls
are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.”
No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate -
to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate.
Had they left this trail of words
Leading to a shadow
Concealing a mystery
As a challenge
Perhaps
A map-less guide
To an unknown horizon
Peeking over a surprised sunrise
Maybe an invitation
To an unscheduled celebration
A moment of awakening
Dancing atop a pointed moon
Awash in a midnight surf
A wrinkled paper
Scribbled upon
By life.
Written by Gail DeBole on October 16, 2014
Updated on October 21, 2014
Note: All unscheduled times are for unplanned miracles.
Monday – 1:00 a.m. - Protect William so that he survives a tragic car accident.
10:00 a.m. - Greet new arrivals to heaven with orientation and tour.
Tuesday – 11:00 a.m.
Attend the funeral of Janet to guide her spirit.
Wed. – 3:00 p.m. – Guide Arthur out of a coma.
4:00 p.m. and on - Help trapped families escape a flood.
Thurs. – 5:50 a.m. - Put the idea for this poem inside Gail's head.
7:00 a.m. - Get wings manicured and halo adjusted.
8:00 a.m. - Look for a more comfortable white puffy cloud to live on.
9:00 a.m. - Attend team meeting with other Angels.
4:00 p.m. - Attend Celestial Happenings meeting.
(Group for Angels to share experiences.)
Weekend Mornings - Attend half-day seminars. Presenter: God
While others writers think of love
you’ve shat on that pure white dove.
Before on and on, I must go,
I’m telling others of what I know.
Love to ride the ‘Royal Scotsman,”
but this train I’m on is full of flotsam.
What I’m saying is so loaded with duress,
Its’ like riding the “Midnight Express!”
When you first pulled into my station,
this old heart was filled with elation.
At first things really went fine,
unscheduled love was always on time.
But love doesn’t run on a rigid time table,
I’m tossing you off while I’m still able.
I’m not one to be keeping score,
don’t catch your ass in the exit door.
First you changed from commuter to freight,
all the while saying “ain’t this great?”
Now I’m carrying a very heavy freight load,
my heart is chugging, ready to explode.
You always think you’re the lead conductor,
No wonder friends call you Hannibal Lucktor.
I’m tired of you always blowing your whistle,
you’re the pain in the ass you get from a thistle.
You were demoted from engineer to porter,
this really screwed up our manifest order.
Instead of your up front driving, which I loved,
ya put a foot in my ass n’ shoved.
Day n’ night your mouth goes Yakity Yak,
driving your hate spikes Klickety Klack.
Since I’m not the last one you let on board,
love’s driven down, now I am floored.
Folks would say our love’s a signal flop,
so I’m getting off before the flag stop.
And where would that next place be?
Where you try to totally, dominate me!
I know where the air brakes on this train are,
you’ve switched from sleeper to a baggage car.
You always lash out with such hysteria,
makes me think you’ve got diphtheria.
So I am punching your last ticket to ride,
Frankly, you can shove or stick it inside.
Before I lose the last of my brain,
you n’ yer baggage jump another runaway train.
* For Runaway train contest and no this certainly isn't about me. LOL
Honking geese and loud barking dogs
An impolite disturbance just before dawn
There should be no morning traffic, or so I thought
Until a flock of Ansers declared, this is our spot
Escaped from their wetland, to my courtyard lush green
Tropical vapors set the scene, the overcast sky composed
The script, collaborting with the Northwestern spring
Golden retrievers barked again, the geese blared loud
Spreading tuxedo-ed wings an array of feathers cream and brown
Positioned in stances exposing thier pure white down
Honking vocals chorused by a few, who brazenly announced
We’re just passing through, their unscheduled performance
On a cool misty morning, turned the mundane into quite interesting
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
Shattering Symbols
Sometimes I feel shattered between symbols,
A musician crashes me side to side,
I plan quiet and peaceful meditation,
Then life takes me for an unscheduled ride.
The world comes down with its pressing problems,
The symbols clang and squeeze my aching head;
Musicians’ drums beating, so demanding;
Oh, for soft pianissimo instead.
The breeze and wind songs of flute and oboe,
Hover the symbols’ overbearing blare;
With sweetness overwhelm the symbols’ thrust,
Then sweet life’s harmony returns its flair.
Everywhere Walt Disney birds are tweeting,
A musical garden perfumes the air.
ONE NIGHT STAND
juicy tomatoes
mashed potatoes
firm grilled shrimp – no garlic please –
soft bread aligned in a basket
steamed glasses
frozen margaritas –
unorthodox dinner
plastic cactus
on a bed of pebbles and sand
stares at me from the windowsill –
innate happiness
we smile idiotic –
ignorant unscheduled cascades of laughter
my finger follows the pattern of the checker table cloth
shrinking it
squares become circles –
primitive night of pleased sighs
we mimic a dance for the rain–
the thunder a symphony with a déjà vu print –
the lips move with mute symbols
of a forgotten civilization
the rational thought
pushed in cuddled hibernation
my arms are in breakable cast
and I wear my glasses but I can’t see my dreams
A kaleidoscope
Of disturbing and enigmatic images
Flash now before my mind’s eye.
A cerebral menagerie,
Painted from long forgotten memories
That were tucked secretly away
In the back corner of my mental studio,
Are now being displayed
in my mind's personal gallery.
Shocking reminders of youth;
Blood red canvases
Depicting moments of cruelty and neglect,
Abstract images of confusion and loneliness
Various black and white photos
Of heart ache and pain
Are now arranged
in a horrific collage of misery before me.
An unscheduled showing,
To remind me of what I fought so hard to forget
And put behind me.
But as I reflect
And now admire the perplexing and unsettling collection
Laid out before me
I realize how I have successfully outran my past
I have painted a new life
Full of beautiful lines and brilliant colors
And now I find comfort within myself
As I now let my life reflect
The art my heart now produces.
My Reward
No alarm clock these days.
I don’t have to be in class at 9:30 any longer,
attempting to convince other sleepy people
that I know what I’m talking about,
so I’m slow to rise,
but then I’m old and move carefully.
Dogs!
Let me tell you how early dogs wake:
some time before God does
on one of His bad days.
The room is still dark,
and all I can actually sense
is three anxious-to-go-out hairy forms.
My wife, an extraordinarily kind woman and early riser,
whisks them away,
and the room is mine,
so I just lie there (or is it lay...),
watching nothing on the ceiling,
aware of how pleasantly close the comforter is,
my nose and ears the only cold appendages,
my weight and the resulting dent
in the memory foam mattress,
and how soft the pillow is
now that I have retrieved it from the floor
where the dogs pushed it in their hasty exit.
Process:
At an unscheduled silent signal
I turn the covers back,
very slowly lower my feet to the floor,
search for my slippers with my toes,
turn on the all-too-brilliant bedside lamp,
reach for the red water bottle,
and swallow my first handful of pills for the day.
Then I just sit there for a while,
letting the fog clear a bit
and the blood trickle down to my feet.
I often have the sense
that I don’t want to go to sleep at night,
because doing so only means
that I’ll wake the next morning
and have to do it all again.
Yet another day...
That would be interpreted in some quarters
as a signal that I want to end it all.
Not so!
Now that I have the luxury of time,
a slow transition from horizontal to vertical is delicious,
easing into a day sure to be like no other;
my reward.
Did you read the news yet?
There are unscheduled blood moons popping up everywhere.
Just yesterday one in New Jersey and another in Illinois.
Blood moon, blood moon, what do you really mean?
Is it that you are trying to tell the children of God something super important?
What message is it that you bring?
As I have the ear of the Creator I have a little insight to the mystery.
If you are walking in the presence of the Holy Spirit you can also learn of this news.
Israel is going to begin its attack on the rest of the modern world for beginning to isolate it even more into a corner.
Israel will not stand down.
How can Israel continue to exist as a nation if it doesn’t protect herself?
How can Israel go into exile and hide herself in the corner if it is the so-called “Nation of God?”
Israel must protect herself and Israel must not back down.
The world’s superpowers are like the mighty Goliath and Israel has in her possession 5 smooth stones.
No matter who is buying up all the property in Israel, and no matter how many mosques are built there,
Israel belongs to King Jehovah and His Son Yeshua.
No piece of paper or international decree can undo what was initiated in the heavenlies.
So get out your lawn chairs and your prayer shawls and await the time period surrounding the next and final blood moon.
It should be a milestone for Israel and it should be a blood moon to remember.
I also pray that anyone who reads this prophetic poem and does not have a sincere relationship with the One who owns all the real estate in Israel to get down on their knees today and pledge allegiance to the One True King.
The prophetic clock is winding down and the Lord’s soon arrival is any day now.
Do not delay doing today what needs to be done.
Do not be left behind to suffer the atrocities of the Great Tribulation.
If you think the world is bad now, wait until the Beast takes on the full authority given to him from the Lord of Hosts.
It may only be for a season, but it will be the worst time that this planet has ever experienced.
Bar none!
Give your heart to Jesus Christ today!
Tomorrow may be too late.