September is apples and honey,
New notebooks and sneakers for school,
The time to say so long to summer,
When days start to feel crisp and cool.
September is tennis and baseball,
Each sport winding down for a while,
As pumpkin scents waft from the markets
And orange and rust are in style.
September brings dark in the mornings
And new shows to watch or to stream,
A buckling down from vacation,
Or rousing yourself from a dream.
September arrives with some fanfare,
Announcing to all, “Let’s begin!
The convertible top won’t be down long,
So get ready for one final spin!”
Categories:
buckling, september,
Form: Rhyme
You were always so good
At hiding yourself in the dark
I tried and I tried
To throw you out
Of the furthest
recesses of my mind
And somehow
you are still there
Embedded in
the deepest crevices
of my brain
Where I couldn't see you
Lurking there
in the blackness
For thirty years
Waiting ...
for one of those days
When I'm down and out
So you can kick her
When she's already on the ground
Fighting ...
to get back on her feet
Knees buckling
Remembering how
to stand again
One day at a time
Before taking my first steps
Recalling well enough
How to believe
How to smile
How to run
From the darkness
And away into the sun
Where you can't hide from me
Where light and heat
Disintegrates you to dust
Revealing all
That you are and were
Until there is nothing
left of you
To blow on the wind
… Out of sight
Out of mind ...
One day at a time.
Categories:
buckling, abuse, bullying, childhood, confidence,
Form: Free verse
Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill,
body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal.
Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs,
Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force.
Her breath hung heavy, smoke in a chimney,
Drumbeats drumming on her global map, sweat beaded like molten glass.
Weary rasps of elation caterwauling,
guttural sounds spilled from her chest.
Categories:
buckling, crush, dark,
Form: Free verse
I love her chuckles have me buckling at the knees thought about you spill from my mouth like a water fall at night filled with blessed waters given by spring and the winds beneath its gloriousness diamonds dancing on the water reminds me of her personality I'm rich beyond measure loving you is such pleasure your steps are large in value voice bouncing off my ear drums pure love follows its tune your heart exumes the wounds on my stained shield embracing the fruit like melody that ooz from her spores rejuvenated dead skin on my head polishing such crown upon me rays of new lights shine in her glory the aspiration of entensions not shaded your majesty
Categories:
buckling, angel, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Should ye jail me whom people appoint,
Beware, that will be a ‘breaking point’,
Trump said in blatant threat
To a nation deemed great,
A case points to a buckling knee-joint.
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Happenings |07.06.2024| America, political
Poet’s note: Donald Trump has warned that it could be a breaking point for his supporters if he is sentenced to prison following his recent criminal conviction. A not so indirect threat that tells a tale in a country which saw political violence after Trump’s defeat in last presidential election.
Categories:
buckling, america, political,
Form: Limerick
my horse
knees buckling ~
Hershey squirts
Categories:
buckling, animal, sick,
Form: Senryu
FORGIVENESS
They say that I should have forgiven
Well, maybe could instead of should
Such generosity of spirit is rare in me
I am at heart, a somewhat cold entity
If I were able to forgive, well I would
Perhaps in Church I should be shriven
It takes time for my annoyance to fade
As I am after all, a very sensitive soul
Yet others seem to forgive and forget
But deep inside they’re seething, I bet
Surely mutual understanding is the goal
Maybe it takes time to make the grade
An insult will sting but it can be worse
Maybe I lack a sufficient absorbency
But why should I just take the blows
My righteous position surely shows
Demand an apology and then we’ll see
But to just buckling under, I am averse
Categories:
buckling, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
.
She laid poised
'pon mine bedroll
Eyne beaming
lips
displaying
with sweet wide smile
hern pearls
My kneez were buckling
whilst mine eyne slithered
her twisted torso
‘Exposing with relish she wuz
hern hale haunch
Cocksure’
What lover uv write
Would ignore
This share
Uv i
“mine two digits
tap tap
tapping
‘pon this machine
Whilst mine other
duke’s two digits
pulled
Haltingly with excite
her
bikini bottom’s bowed
string”
*Cocksure: overly confident
Hale: sound; free from defect
Categories:
buckling, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Winter marches south
blanketing the world in frost
every time you turn to walk away.
Volleys of arrows from
your eyes stop the sun
from thawing out my hands.
The words roll from your tongue
to he seas teeming
with aliens, buckling
my legs as I sleepwalk on deck.
The gates slam their iron
spikes into my side as you
push away with hands pink
as embarrassment.
The birds fall from perches
in the clouds, tumbling gracelessly
when you close the door
behind you and the
doorknob burns my hand
as I try to breach the house
you’ve set aflame.
The conflagration spirals upward
and the searing current takes
you home, alone.
Categories:
buckling, longing, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
Welcoming Christmas, with the birth of Christ as family gather round the Christmas tree.
Quote by_ poet
As they slept, winter welcome Christmas night.
The moon upon a clear fixed starry night
used its immutable alluring charm.
The icy winds howled pilling up snow drifts.
The morning warm sun rose to a sparkling
crystalline rug of snow and trees buckling.
Gray smoke rose from the fire in the fireplace
drifting into the air from chimney top.
You never outgrow the need to get up early
on Christmas morning, a favorite part
with family round the tree and children's
faces glowing as they open their gifts.
11/28/2022
Writing Challenge - Write A Christmas Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
buckling, family,
Form: Free verse
O’ mighty ship of tides, great boundless sea
upon whom brave souls all caution cast her,
deep immortal springs of eternity
where Poseidon rules as lord and master.
See the battery smoke, the powder lighting -
the buckling oak, the breach, the ocean’s roar,
Empire’s keel and hull wave high smiting
the heroic galleon! The Man O’ War!
So seek a fair wind all you seafarers,
sail beyond her far isles all you brave hearts -
heed Triton’s trumpet by your endeavours
when upon the bow of her deepest parts.
Thus hearken not the sirens that curse whom
rest in peace in a silent sunken tomb.
Written: June 2012
Categories:
buckling, sea,
Form: Sonnet
The cabin is a lumber store of snores
Sawing and hacking while lying on our backs
Filling the day’s orders of dreams and chores
I’m the only one up this early
Alert to the prophecies
With checklists of nails and hammers in hand
The uncontained forest fires north of Superior
Have painted the blue skies over Torch Lake
Opaque with smoke
Twine in the pine trees buckling with birds
The sun does not rise
But burns like a candle
Hazy and orange sweeping the hills
Lighting and fanning the kindling
Of our curtains and walls lampshades and sofas
Our jack-o-lantern cabin
Set aglow
Burning down from the inside out
Its scowling face spitting flames
To the Azaleas wheat fields and faces of deer
Holes in my bucket as I run to the lake
Too late
Too late
Yawns and stretches what’s for breakfast?
Categories:
buckling, anxiety, confusion, dream, environment,
Form: Free verse
O' such prism sparkle lights
I am awakened in this that open my eyes I see
the bright
I get up going to the laboratory the bathroom
To wash my face I am covered by the soap
As the waters in my hands as I wash my eyes
I see the darkness sparkle I closed my eyes I'm in the dark
As I complete my task I dry myself off and so doing
Now enter I the outer rooms and as I walk by the windows
Through the window panes through the drapes I see
the light
Accompanying thoughts of what God's brought
My visions no longer distorted I see the promises of God
To the sunlight as I clothed myself there's nothing less
I embrace the light by entering into the outer courts
I leave my dwelling place there's no escape
It's morning past dawn
Yet as I go on
So I see I am embrace surrounded by
the light
I enter my car I travel far to my place of work
And all around me is busy I'm surrounded by
the light
Sterling highways buckling byways traveling east into
the light
7/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
buckling, analogy, celebration, change, innocence,
Form: Free verse
trees swaying with praise
hear it? the hymn of the wind
my trunk swaying too
branches and arms flex upwards
unlike trees my knees can bend
2/18/2021
In his MERCY, God does not give us the punishment we deserve, namely hell; while in his GRACE, God gives us the gift we do not deserve, namely heaven.
(From article on Christianity.com)
STILL YOU MUST CHOOSE
It is written: But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your forefathers served beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. BUT as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.
(Joshua 24 NIV)
Categories:
buckling, christian, nature,
Form: Tanka
Our minds can not help from reacting to the situation.
We’re buckling under this gravity of fear.
We’re becoming cold, sharp and quick to reaction.
We’re soaked in the cold of our tears.
Our minds now, they are changing.
Our songs now sing tunes to deaf ears!
The sun rises and then sets every evening.
The world seems to turn through the years.
The past tells us the stories of our treasons
The history books show us all the lessons we fear
The eyes of the children, they are still glistening
An innocence that age disappears!
We’ve seen love beaten, frightened and screaming
We’ve seen life saving angels needlessly disappear
We’ve seen the elderly left to die alone in bitter confusion
Love, burned out of sight with no tears.
Now, our minds they have started listening
To the fear and the anger in our screams
Our minds have started subconsciously preparing
For survival and the costs that will mean.
Categories:
buckling, abuse, conflict, corruption, cry,
Form: Free verse
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