Bided Poems | Examples

April

Snowdrop all over the top
Runs to a quick flop 

Daffodil thrown up 
In a hasty set up 

Lily’s eyes bloom on 
petals grace a gentle beacon 
 
Orchid bided her time
It holds an euphonious rhyme

Blossoming flourishing 
blooming flowering

Dying falling 
Decaying fouling

All then the graden bare 
No red roses perfumed the air.

TWENTY YEARS ON

TWENTY YEARS ON

My life began on that warm summer day, 
Just at the moment you came into view.
I knew at first sight that you were just right  
And that we’d be together come what may.
I didn’t rush in like fools often will;
I feared if I did I’d scare you away.
I bided my time before I approached,
Then carefully planning what I would say,
I introduced myself shyly to you.
That you were just right, I knew at first sight.
The proof? We are still together today

That was Then, This is Now

I embarked on a train,
I was happy I was out of the rain,
But I was ambivalent about where I was going,
I was seated with the crowd,
Safe with the numbers.

We journeyed through time’s trail,
Different stops for different folks,
Different stops for different pursuits,
Some knew their purpose,
Some just alighted with someone else.

I was going to alight a few stops away,
I alighted with the person who sat in front of me,
We bided farewell,
A door opened for her,
No door opened for me,
Neither was anyone shut behind me.

I remembered what the sage said,
Sometimes people see you in the light of who you are 
while you’re consumed with another dream, 
I remembered who I was told I was that I refuted,
I waited for the next train,
I embarked to retrace my steps,
To bond with my muse.


April 20, 2024.

Insomnia

I’ve never loved you more than I have,

At stroke of midnight.

Falling a part in your hands, 

Hidden under the shroud of moonlight,

Forever running from the sunrise. 



Easy to hide,

In your twisted web of lies, 



Hot enough to use,

But not beautiful enough,

To fear to loose.



Your secret kept safe with me, 

From here until the end of the line,

Burning in an inferno blaze,

Blinded by the haze.



Your love for me,

Was simply a childhood fantasy, 

I was something for you to play with,

While you bided your time. 

Something fun, new 

And unused,

Something you could truly make “mine”.



And I was so happy to be rescued, 

I couldn’t see,

What was laid out plainly, 

Before me. 



That you would always use me, 

And make me blue.



Take me for everything that I am,

Only to use love to clean,

The soul clenching wound, 

That is still raw 

And covered in glue.



But I will heal past you, 

I know that to be true.



But that doesn’t stop me,

From loving you, 

At every midnight.



Every single midnight

Beautiful Frivolous Queen

Beautiful, frivolous queen bided her time. 
The castle stood tall and strong.
Silence reigned.  No one dared to speak.
Below the enemy had gathered ready for a fight.

A little soldier thought he was just a pawn
in the hands of the King. Someone sent him a message.
He moved forwards towards the enemy.

The queen frowned and moved sideways
towards the edge of the defence.
Consternation rose up.  Was it a wise move?
Everyone looked at her regalia,
her splendid crown, her painted face
with verdant leaves and eyelashes glittering.
Immediately the bishop intervened.
Some soldiers fell, the battle fierce.

Time passed and the black knight took his position,
near his lovely queen he stood,
for he had to protect her from all ails.
Alas that left the King on his own.
Another knight and bishop intervened.
But the opponent king was astute and steadfast.
One move and a high cry was uttered.
Checkmate.  And all the little pieces 
fell in disarray upon the chequered board.

So She Waits

Eleanor Rigby was her name
Daughter of a coal mining man
Oh, he loved that freckle faced girl
She was where his whole world began

Her mother was long dead and gone
A victim of this brutal life
Her dad would say,"Soldier on, girl -
One day you'll be a miner's wife!"

That thought alone drove her to tears
She'd marry well or not at all 
She formed a dream of silk and lace
And thought of the debutante's ball

And then one day the mine caved in
All were lost in that darkest pit
Her dream was all that she had left
She worked at what was let of it

Years passed as she bided her time
The debutantes stood in their lines
She waits at the window to see
That man who knows nothing of mines.


9-5-19
Contest: Eleanor Rigby, Who Was She
Sponsor: Jerry T Curtis

Unusual To the Abnormal

What can i learn from you?
And if you step in my shoe?
No, that wasnt a typo, I tell you.
I essentially have only one support tool.

Though I do not mean a leg at all.
It's not that I'm too short, or tall.
But if i stand i will still fall,
So let me tell you why I built this inner wall.

Always feeling bullied, always put on display.
Usually feeling hurried, internally to say.
My mind is worried,this repeating play,
It's old, it's annoying, I want it to go away.

Go for it, tell me that it's a fault of my own design
Trust me, I've heard it before, "you always cry and whine"
"I'm tired of your mouth, go away you ugly swine!"
I've heard worse from you myself. And even more from the grape vine

So I've decided. I'm done being formal.
My mind is now one sided. I'm on display at your local mall
And this pain I've bided, Its why I have that inner protective wall
And now I am blinded, Even amidst the absolute abnormal

That Voice Inside

I once tried crossing over
  a bridge that silence built

And for mile after mile
  the quiet maimed and killed

My speech was dumb and dormant
  as I bided all my time

In hope of passing through the cracks
   the exit doors unrhymed

My life dead on arrival
  till a voice inside decreed

To build a frame beneath that bridge
   —and set my meaning free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

Unclaimed Freight

UNCLAIMED FREIGHT

I offered myself to you - Rejected many for you, made myself
Exclusively yours - You never understood that I was not here
To endure jealousy, hate or envy –
Only to serve you and teach you how to include instead of excluding...
You looked over and under but never really looked at me.
Patted my head most appeasingly.

I felt like the puppy with eyes waiting for that proverbial bone.
Then, when keener eyes saw what you never saw;
Benefited from my earthly presence;
Suddenly like a spoiled child who never
played with his wind-up toy;

Until someone else wound it up he,
Now wanted to claim that toy to be his favorite.
You should have examined me; and found my key…
loved me, and explore my inner workings up close,
Before it was too late to relate...

Another metaphor would be
They valued what you failed to see.
You were blind to see my worth…

You never claimed me for yourself.
Left me sitting on the warehouse shelf
You seemed surprised, they bided high
Because what’s yours is not yours
“If you don't claim it!”!
Unclaimed freight…
“goes to the highest bidder”.

Vagabond Soul

Hungry taste of wanderlust,
Roams within this flesh,
Can’t stop now, have to go on—
I haven’t seen it yet.
Where I stop next, I don’t know
Can’t even make a prediction,
Just something new before my eyes
Sating this addiction.

Homes I knew and left behind,
Were only in my mind,
The spirit chaffed, burned to leave
The body bided time.
Don’t know if they live or breath,
The family I once had,
Lovers, children, fade away
I was never a great dad.

Can’t say why I wander on,
What I think I’ll find,
After twenty years I’ve seen it all,
But can’t leave this behind.
Another truck-stop diner here,
Another waitress in bed,
Tomorrow she’ll be far behind,
To her I will be dead.

I remember when this was fresh,
All that was on my mind,
When I was young and knew it all,
And had nothing but time.
The youth is gone by the wayside,
But the impulse still remains,
A forty-something wanderer,
With nothing to his name.

My feet they ache, my back is strained
My reason cries to stop,
Why is it that the drives me on?
Why can I not block,
The urge to go ‘round the next bend,
To trudge on through the cold,
I rue the day God gave to me,
This cursed vagabond soul.

Adieu Little By Little Bit

You dawdle away and I kept waiting...  
Until…                                                           
My heart feasts a funereal!                                   

I dare not look at the sun, albeit my eyes wet in pang.
My bones melting away, as memories grow dim.
Yet I hear you screaming for eternal affections
Ah! Lately you felt my no show
I fall on my knees, beat my chest
Yet I loosen my grip on you.
Because this is the destiny I count upon.

At some point, I sob and snivel…
Turn around to hold you again, that my aching heart is satisfied.
But now that our love is merely a distant dream
Forget me darling and Kiss me goodbye!!

I dive deep to love you again.
shepherd your twinging heart, oh dear!
For I have learnt to adieu, as...
I bided my time calmly, before I found the nest of another.
My only wish, you live well!
I pray you will learn to adieu little by little bit.

Apparent

Apparent

I always has been apparent
When all rights were declarant
And we remained undecided
All of our time was bided
Trump's idiocy was inherent.

Jim Horn

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The Tale of a Helpless Soul

Oh to my life tale
Mystic errors affirmed.
The trust of fatherhood beguiles
My little breast.
Oh to my life tale 
Trust thus father sunk
To my sanctity in valour
 And made away my pride
Bulling in tempest 
Not to let known
And if not hell saddles my tale.
Oh to my life tale
The mountainous belly I own 
Testifies of his power
And no more could I conceal else.
On a lonely eve
While the little birds 
Sang their sweet memorable songs
Of acrimony and reconciling them
In sonorous ending
I took to end it all
But god-like hunter
Took my plight
And bided me home alive
All to my life tale 
I lived in languor
Of a father’s crime
Upon a helpless daughter
But someday I must go the way I plea.

Remembered Moments

Remembered Moments
                         by Odin Roark

As dawn brought first light
Ears perked up
Tails wagged
Dewdrops sparkled
Little fists rubbed eyes open
Jaybirds appeared from nowhere
Copper and green leaves rustled

Weathered hands
Squeezed generous teats
While gentler hands
Prepared water to heat
Coffee to bubble

Fresh cut bread
Laid in waiting
As churned butter
Bided its time

Once bucket-filled
Feline friends lapped
Playful squirts of milk
As family waited

Back then
Mornings ushered in
Day's first remembered moments
Many knew as love's awakening

Back then

The Lady At Dusk

It was on one dusk of summer while I
      Sat then brooding on some wooden plank
   And the air rippled with glitters golden raining down
From the Western sun
—which slowly, slowly bided time
   To bid the day goodbye—
That I, that very moment, chanced upon 
      As I looked up from my stupor, 
   Far ahead from where I was, a stone's throw perhaps, 
The fairest sight
—in an intricately delicate dance, 
   a lady on a prance.
She spun, and swayed, and twirled with grace, 
      She danced with naught a care
   Of the world around and yet they trained on her their sights, 
The world of men.
—And how was it on a lady's dance
   Many a heart were much entranced? 
'Tis strains a lot the mind discerning
      Why at times the heart to great extents desire
   The unattainable; which makes a stone's throw, to say the least
Become a million miles.
—in the dying light, one could only digest
   The beauty and all good the lady
      —the dance—
   suggests.

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