Ordinary days, just like before,
No one knows the feeling of being ignored.
It's always that one who makes the heart beat fast,
In every way, giving the heart a blast.
That someone is too far from reality,
The impossible hits differently.
Too good to be true to notice,
Even in the smallest way, there's no space.
It’s always you that gives a butterfly.
It’s you that brings a fast-forward to imply.
Gives the benefit of the doubt to try,
Risking something just to be with you and cry.
You’re my “what ifs” sometimes,
And also, you’re my “at least” every time.
It’s better to give a little shot,
Than to give the negative and make a plot.
When I first set eyes on you
I was thrown back
to a time when I was on a bumpy track.
I still recall that time of slippers
and bouts of jitters.
It was a phase
where I was lost in a maze.
Now I close my eyes
to cut the ties
to a past
where I was stuck in a blast.
poems wing -zing themselves through the air
hitting me on the back, in the neck, in the ear
I am being pelted by them on a daily basis.
The only way to get away is to write them down.
They begin to settle when they realize I am honoring them.
Thus, I keep a pen handy in restaurants, while waiting for soccer practice,
in the doctor’s office.
You never know when a good one is going to come full out at you.
I blame my freckles on a shotgun blast of poems.
Shirley hired a taste tester at long last.
The rest of us thought it odd that his name is Blast.
We went to meet him; startled now, for he is a mouse.
Why would you want one living inside your house?
He is the best taste tester I have ever had.
I was frankly thrilled to see him, totally glad.
He likes the taste of everything, even pipes, you see.
Complimenting my cooking, much more than Lee.
We asked Lee her husband what he thought of this.
His answer was a weird kind of shut-up hiss.
Parked in front of the TV in his usual spot.
Where I suppose this old guy will eventually rot.
Invigorating rock and roll shakes the morning air
Bandsmen play Comanche, on the marble stairs
People that I used to know, tap their feet and smile
Iron curtain rusty folds melt down for a while
Can’t define now what it was, the end, or the beginning
Not a lot to comprehend left in underpinning
Reasons come and reasons go, morning sun goes high
To obscure in a glow of the springtime sky.
In late April, once it was, nobody remembers
How it came, and how it went, like the dying embers
I shall not return to dust, but I’ve no idea
If the others will, or must humbly disappear.
I’m a momentary blast of the past time air
And it happens now, until I’m no longer there.
strength only comes through the higher power
beautiful like a lightning flash
thunder claps like a wild wave crash against the light reflective sun
turn the other cheek to heaps coals of fire on your enemies,
churning every so often in the sea's bewildered breeze
turning darkness and caves to bright shining light
Be a shining light to the darkest mysterious tunnels in life
Lets cut off the fighting and strife
Shoot for light instead of death without fearing for our life.
Fight the good fight on the side of life...Light will guide the way
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,"
Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth..
The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak.
One thousand Gaze an children killed every week..
Fathers in anguish, mothers drown in their tears,
their babies now gone before their first year..
Every fifteen minutes a child killed in their blast,
while one in four are starving now, some eating only grass.
For those that survive while in harms way, are losing
their limbs as the bombs splay.
12,000 innocents, undeserving of their fate,
while the rest of the world just watches and waits..
47% of Gaza's population are children.
plow trucks out at night
ditches filled with thick white snow
winter storm is here
War is upon us,
none wanted, yet all predicted.
Blast the TV faces,
Blast the gun-rich reapers.
Heavy the price - light the blasted child
the match lighters.
The conflict is here,
yet-not-yet do we fully flinch,
but give-way inch by inch,
behind the already blasted doors
of new lost freedoms.
Blast those we once trusted.
Blasted are the blasted,
all the blasted faces.
Tunes
I'll sing
Blasting empty barriers
Of broken hearts with
Sound
We try not to swear; it isn't nice
I have been guilty once or twice
Why are some words offensive to say
Who decided it would be this way?
What was the origin of these foul words
That offends the ears when heard.
Blasphemy is a mortal sin,
What a position to be in,
When something or a body upsets me
Silence is the remedy,
I know this for damn sure,
Until I vocalise and tell them more
Swear words have a way,
In expressing words best not to say
Words that seem to have a place
When nasty folk get in your face
I have rattled on and on.
I still haven't learned where these words come from,
But it seems to me they have found a place
With the bloody human race.
mother nature strikes
as blasts of cold freeze the air ~
frigid wintry cleanse
Winter dons his scarf of white
and lets his snowflakes gently fall
Adorning the trees in snowy delight
As his cold winds come to call
At times he'll send an arctic blast
To make us shiver and shake
With icy fingers a cold spell is cast
and there's a freeze upon the lake
But when he conjures up too much snow
He transforms into a wizard
As he makes a fierce wind blow
and buries us in a blizzard!
1-16-2023
12 Lines of Rhyme-Winter Nature Themed
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
I held on to my past
That should never have last
Flashes of life's horror
Running through my head
As I stood in front of a broken mirror
...I can't comprehend.
I began to bleed
From the things I should have get rid.
My spirit almost gave up
No one to give a head up
I kept nailing myself in pain
Hoping for a sunshine and rain.
I had no strength
when the sky was grey
But I shift focus
From that which cause me pain
So I can see clearly
...the rays
Of sunshine
That will brighten my days.
Like a nuclear explosion
But without the hellish devastation
One that reigns down pretty flowers
Instead of deaths by the millions
Of innocent people
Going about their daily lives
Unaware of what lies just around the corner
Instead... world PEACE
Never before in the history of mankind
Has it ever been achieved
Where the rejoicing breaks out
Celebrations would continue for decades
Halleluya
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