My dearest friend
You never fail
To trust my hands
As songs unveil
You do not judge
Or run away
I hope, have faith
That I will stay
For long enough
Until I prove
I want to lull
As hands I move
Then craft a space
When I'm alone
Where love can live
Through ears and tone
You bide your time
Let dust collect
I love you still
With full respect
When often life
Gets crowded in
The time we spend
Shaved down to thin
But here I sit
An urge to play
Your healing gift
I need today
Love is cruel
But do not be shy
Lift your hands up to the sky
Love will come if you wait
Just be patient do not buy
It will come, the care you seek
So bide your time to meet your true love’s fate
Dan de Lion
Cold Jonquils know
you’ll steal their glow
unlike their snowy, sunburst blast
your foot long roots will ever last.
Sadly you won’t last too long
a gentle breeze and “POOF” you’re gone
to take up residence at will
bide your time again – until
you feel the urge to strut your stuff
cuz you Dandelions are so tuff.
©4/6/2019
DANDELIONS Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier - sponsor
Snowstorm
Haven’t been here for a while,
Life turned crazy for a bit,
Like those plastic snowstorms you can buy at Christmas,
Shaking in your child-sized fist,
Making the snow swirl in an improbable way round Mary and Joseph on their journey.
Seemed like someone shook my snow-globe,
The Universe. Or God.
Causing confusion to swirl in an unpredictable way around me on my journey,
Blurring the signs along the way,
Making me wait, making me wait,
Life turned crazy for a while,
But sit it out. Bide your time.
It’ll clear. And the path will reappear.
Bullies
Bullies shouldn't prosper, Bullies shouldn't win,
Do they realise the pain they cause as they stand and grin?
Picking on the weak ones, some half of their size,
If a victim stood up to them, they'd get a big surprise,
You have a fear of going to school or fear of going to work,
Victims lives are being ruined while the perpetrators smirk
You sneak out of the school and the lonely streets you roam
You pray to God that they don't follow you home
You lay in your bedroom both day and night
Tears streaming and in pain, no-one cares about your plight
You endure being held down, feeling blows dealt to your head
But no-one cares to intervene, so they stand and watch instead
Bruised and battered and terrified after each attack
Then later on in life the scars are still present on your back
PTSD and night terrors soon become the norm
The very rare restful night is the calm before the storm
Bullying can continue later on in life
A helpless victim at the mercy
Of a husband or a wife
Bullies think they are invincible
When to a victim they attach
But bide your time and one day
They will meet their match
Where have you been my drifting friend?
What have you seen along the way?
Perhaps a storm has sent you here;
your earthly remains to rot away.
A force greater than life itself
ripped you from earth's nurturing breast.
The time had come to send you on.
We must believe our Maker knows best.
I can only wonder at your life's journey.
Your story's lost, your grave unmarked.
You may have traveled many miles
or only recently embarked.
So bide your time and rest your bones
on God's little beach of sand and sun.
Only your nature will change with time
but your spirit lives on when day is done.
Is this now your journey's end,
lying white-washed and ghostly upon this beach;
or will nature's cycle continue onward
and carry you away beyond land's reach?
And what of those you left behind?
Have your seeds grown into strong, young trees?
While you are dead, life continues on;
your essence is cast upon the breeze.
One day, I know, you will return.
Who knows in what form you will be?
When it pleases God, he'll send you back
to be born again on land or sea.
Janece Terry
Like a glance I catch you
In between seemingly innocent exchanges
When you lean slowly in like the deaf and the dumb
With your underhanded handiness
Your adorable strangeness
Oh, how I see through right through your fragile facade
Sweet girl, boyfriended, gorgeously flawed
The question is: do you see it in me, too?
I am forbidden,
But what is that to you?
A rule?
Tell no one and no one will know
You and I are star-crossed and wander back even so
Fall into bed
Crash like porcelain, picture frames, plain-faced wives
You can’t hide the curiosity quivering behind your eyes
At first I smile as you warily bide your time
When I know, just as well,
That you soon will be mine.
We are not at War
As the DOW doth soar
Thus bide your time
And you may find
The Turn around
At your door!
Go Barack....
Oh Winter, with your icy heart
Your cold beauty sets you apart
But time to ease your steely grip
Soon springtime's turn must start
Oh Winter, your fires burning low
New life stirring in the earth below
Bide your time until next year
Hearts long for springtime's glow
Oh Winter, we keep our love for you
But long for skies of blissful blue
We need to know the seasons turn
And the earth once more is born anew
1/20/13
When the Moth flies drained of all her feelings
Flight weakens her wings, all that is cherished
Wings dry like powder, caught in a stale breeze
Powder falls up and out, tender this does make
When wings carry the weight of the world
Flight makes heavy the silken frame of love
Then a heart is weaken from yesterdays flight
The Moth has been singed by fire of the lovelorn
When the Moth takes a once in a lifetime chance flight
There are no strings to this puppet of thought
Heat rises, but where there is a cold heart in view
One falls clear of emotions, but not a burning candle
When slow sinking takes to the depths of feelings
Strike a match and give life to the candle with flame
Offer roses of twenty for thirdy seconds of wild and red
The Moth lands on a bud, yet to glory for praising luck
When a moth flies high and touches the luners edge
Kissed in morning dewdrops, mother taught to flutter
The powder dries quick, bide your time upon the rocks
Don't fly low to this candles flame, burnt you shall be
You think you’re something’ special,
cause you’re Arizona bound!
You think we’re really gonna feel it,
when you’re no longer 'round!
You prob’ly think that we’ll feel sad,
and some of us will cry,
as we shake your hand or kiss you,
and exchange that last “good-bye!
You prob’ly think we wish you luck,
in everything you do!
That you will be successfull,
as you start your life anew.
You prob’ly feel we’ll miss you,
and be sorry that you’re gone.
That we prob’ly won’t forget you,
as time goes movin’ on!
No doubt you feel we like you,
and enjoy your wit and charm,
your pleasing personality,
your smile, so sweet and warm!
You're thinkin' we're all hoping,
you'll enjoy the sights you see.
That you won't get lost along the way,
and that your trip is trouble free.
Well if you think we think those thoughts,
and we sincerely hope you might,
then we really hate to say it,
but, by god, this time you're right!
So when you reach you're destination,
and while you bide your time,
freeloading at you daughters,
why not, drop us a line?
*About a friend leaving Treeo (senior living facility).
Moving to Arizona to live with his daughter.
In the wee small hours of the morning
When sleep will not oblige itself to come
One thought leads to another and yet another
And my brain will not surrender deliberation
Until morning
Emotions so fickle when the shadows of night
Permeate my bedroom
Thoughts during the day that gave comfort
Left for morose surrogates
Am I awake for a reason
Do I busy myself so during the day
That your only alternative is to bide your time
Until the house is quiet and I cannot escape
You have my full attention
Let the games begin
Oh pagan mistress, your sins weighed heavy
Your conspicuous makeup masks your unsightliness
If only your admirers knew of your sins against man
They would have, long ago, cast you into the streets
Harlot, bide your time, bide your time o' woman of ill repute
Soon, your patrons will see you for who you really are
Then, the weeping and gnashing of your teeth will be