My life has lately taken a divergent path,
age has slowed me down,
I am no longer champing at the bit,
I seek a little calm,
the reading of a psalm.
I no longer seek the promotion of strife,
as I did in earlier life.
I no longer pitch an angry fit,
or cuss like a demon from the pit.
but soak calmly in a warm bath.
There comes a time and an age to calm down.
Categories:
champing, life,
Form: Blank verse
Champing The Seasons
A March spring rose like December,
pale shadows meet, by my shutter,
blues screech, that I brooded over,
... my gist be faint, cause a clutter.
As seasons shift their daily quest,
recurrent graduate the stressed,
the day soon proves to modify,
this challenge is met, up go I.
Like December, pale shadows meet,
by my shutter, a March spring rose,
--that I brooded . . . over, my gist . . .,
be faint, cause a clutter, blues screech.
Capricious seasons my journey,
groove the best exact a tourney.
2020 September 28
*2nd Place*
Charonnet
~~charles messina
Categories:
champing, seasons,
Form: Sonnet
( To a fellow local poet, Susan Booth, who is taking a sabbatical)
Blank page or white screen champing at the bit,
both restless for the whip of pen or key
mind struggling for a word or phrase that fit
the image that the inner self can see.
Sometimes one finds the pitcher leaves the well
with nothing to inspire, no flame, no growth,
on other days it seems one is on fire,
the mind alive, the soul, or sometimes both.
A poet's voyage often is alone
so fellow wordsmiths are a welcome sight,
the flags they fly different in style and tone
their cargo thoughts, emotions or delight.
Set sail soon, your Muse dictates your tack,
where we in safe harbour welcome you back.
Categories:
champing, poets,
Form: Sonnet
frozen treat
sweet ring-shaped muffin
champing at the bit
11.02.16
Categories:
champing, food, joy, november,
Form: Haiku
Autumn sets in
Forgotten are the hot,
humid and wet days,
as autumn has reached,
Shivering icy fingers,
hoarfrost consolidates at my window sill,
Early sunset and shortening of days,
light snow sets in spirits,
Champing at the bit
enthusiastic children,
This year sure will sight
an abundant frost on Christmas trees !
Written Sept 26th, 2015
For contest "Seasonal" by Shadow
Categories:
champing, beauty, winter,
Form: Free verse
Today's Date July 24. 2015
Contest Entry---First written Spring 2015
game bullying, hero, silly, sports, strength, word play,,
Champing At the Bit! ©
I hear the roars in the almighty arena
I like to see many a game played out
I am a contender ready for sport
Out for a rematch when elected to strike
Bringing on 'mite and dare' with battle-ax!
.
Inside fielders, outside shots
With vinegar, brawn, spit and guts
Side lines, guidelines guard rails spin
Play your bit and take over until ‘taken’
“Roll me over in fields of clover” again
“Let's roll out the barrel” once more
“The gangs all here” for (old time’s sake)!
To ‘bare’ false teeth replaced from knockouts
Falsely breathing like the lion when times taken ‘out’
False starts, ball belongs to the court ‘out of bounds’
Man ‘sports’ a rebel cry with clansmen at the helm
Fight your battles; fight your wars, fight to finish!
Categories:
champing, bullying, hero, silly, sports,
Form: Verse
TRUE FREEDOM
The true freedom we breathe in
from the bondage
is the labor and tear
of yester years;
the sore and pain
defeat and despotism
of the past
is an ever memorable
gift by the west;
after the freedom
with trust and faith
india the enshirined soil
bequeathed a bequest
to her glorious heirs;
but today
the communal choas
saunter, in abound and
unobstrusive terrorism
trot all around
and the pangs of poverty
champing overhead
we, the free indians
look for real freedom.
Categories:
champing, freedom,
Form: Free verse
I wait for no other days
so I pinch this one
I haunt rocks and trees
to caress
with each ebb and flow
I celebrate a minute
and dedicate it to hours
honouring a moment
just one,
this,
as I breathe from the
firmament of life,
my exhalation
fogs the soul of time
scattering all sense
I suck what my mistress desires
I steal her nourishment
sipping it like a fine wine
time is unquenchable,
forever devouring life
down to the gritty bits
and this day stands like no other
she saunters in her finery
greeting all with a cool breeze,
but as the other side of her face
turned into view,
a ghoul of time slobbering
and champing at the bit
revealed her true self
slavering to eat me alive
drool pools on my window sill
but I am thieving again
I inhale
breath by breath
looking for the cracks
to sneak back to thievery
Categories:
champing, hope, inspirational, life
Form: Blank verse
I sit and wonder,
wonder why I sit.
Why am I unmoving
champing at my bit?
But still I stay.
always away.
Im waiting for a reason
to get out of it,
but here I remain,
sitting still,
still here I sit.
I want to get up and go for it,
My chair is getting sore
Maybe tomorrow a reason will come
And I will need more,
But here I am, sitting still
I guess I wont explore.
Someone pushed me off my chair,
is there a reason for it?
Yes, I need to go for it,
but let me stay a while.
until
I wont be still.
I want to go for it!
But until then
here I remain
I sit.
Still,
waiting.
Categories:
champing, time, me,
Form: Bio