In the bustling inn
Most patrons are smoking
I offered you one
Your eyes stiffened
I laid before you
A map of Hollywood
Electricity at each step
You looked unyielding
Maybe you prefer
Ripples of the river
Just a gentle shiver
From the tips of fingers
Very well, my dear
Please choose your own spring
Beneath the moon's soft glow, a city thrives,
Where ocean waves caress the sandy shore.
In bustling markets, fresh-caught tuna lives,
A testament to fishers' ancient lore.
The beauty of nature surrounds us here,
From rolling hills to palm trees swaying free.
GenSan's spirit, both vibrant and sincere,
Reflects the splendor of land, sky, and sea.
Next door to
Charley's Food Store
(Now labeled Pawn)
Is a scant view of
The home of early
Childhood memories..
A busy street connected
The bustling traffic
East and West.. also
A marker of death for
A loved dog named
Lucky..a name also
Of deep sorrow..
These memories form
Timeless images with
No crevice between
Bustle and death...
In the glare of SYNTHETIC neon lights,
The metropolitan city is awake even at night.
Distracting noises EMENATE from all corners,
Peace is not found in the bustling crowd.
Vehicles pass screeching their horns
Life is never still in this SWIRLING city
Sirens wail, humans brush past, all strangers.
One can get easily lost in the maze of streets.
Everything's artificial and nothing is natural.
People chase ILLUSION and move about in panic,
They stray to satisfy their desires in TIMELESS span
But are left dissatisfied and disillusioned.
In their hearts BLOSSOM a thousand dreams.
But like roses that wither away in the wind,
Dreams and aspirations crumble as sand castles.
With a jolt, they realize that they were after mirages.
How they long for the RUSTIC calm and peace,
Where people have time to care about their fellow men,
Where life moves at a relaxed pace with less competition,
And one can listen to the sonatas of birds in SILENCE.
Bustling brainwaves bring it to life
better when both eyes are blanketed;
Hyperactive insomnia’s strife;
Gears inside feel like a hamster’s wheel,
it keeps going and going won’t stop;
Blinking and scanning I have to deal;
Bedrest blatantly bombed before dawn,
I need sleep but I need to stay up;
Marred by my mind the moonlight is gone;
Listless I sway through the night and day
I’m always a step above the clouds;
Words burst so fast much to my dismay;
Stars out, on queue my pen misbehaves;
I succumb to me and don’t backtrack,
branded and bombarded by brainwaves.
bustling life
shutting down
at sunset
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on September 7, 2018
Elizabeth: squat river with cranes, tugs, wharfs abristle,
Its broad, deep-dredged breadth plied by warship and merchant mammoth,
Ships with haughty grandeur gliding along buoyed channel—
Lofty titans sneering down on collier, barge, sloop at sail
And, on fog-bound nights, soothing sleepers with moans baritone.
November 21, 2016
Form-River Line-Poetry Contest
Rick Parise, Sponsor
So packed and full is the train
a lot die trying
to taste of its final gain.
This journey so full of pain
as it seems
all that Life can offer is a cane
treating its bunch of victims with disdain.
But don't give it all up
and go off the lane
to this cause stay true and sane.
In Life priorities, make it the main
provided it is clean and plain.
Cos finally, it won't be in vain.
Just be patient on the rain
when its out pour comes
your rewards shall build up
like the empire in Spain.
Accepting the newly found guardian
whom unto you it begets
after near-surviving years of neglect.
Now, your pain it will recompense
and deservedly account for every drop of your sweat!