Expedite Poems | Examples

A Mystical Life

Life is a mystical muse inspiring
never ending creation
Creating gives life to ideas that lay 
dormant in the mind
When this is done we open doors that
can never be closed
The mind is like a beautiful budding rose
ready to bloom
Like a mansion with many rooms there's
plenty of room for its clothes
Expansion leads to expeditions within self
that offer growth
To expedite this process you'll need to
grow & open up
Bloom like the flower you are to journey
on despite the thorns
& bumps in the road
Planting seeds that you wish to see
come to fruition
is the only way to grow
This is a great way to go though
it's a path
less traveled
The road to self-realization
is one that's
walked alone
In your own zone is where you'll
find the knowledge
that you seek
You're an open book & every time
you open your
eyes you take a peek
You are the question & answer so
to speak
but you must
know what to ask
This life is the best of all teachers
& you're in
a never ending class

Natures call struck

In the cold abyss, 
we beseech that we 
may not wither in and 
from our purchase. 

Even though we do not 
expedite ourselves and 
flow in life's narrow progression. 
There's no certainty to existence.

just when you come out of that 
penurious life, residing up to the 
dreams, unnatural nature whispers 
your end in an ending echo, 

leaving those we cherish in 
despair and hurt of a loss. 
It makes me wonder, 
why then Do we even try? 

When a creative dies, 
some colours of nature fade. 
Live on Wild!

Pententic

"PENTENTIC"
 
Have you noticed the pen dances to the right,
moving stiltedly and smoothly when it glides?
Sequel to this action, creativity & realism I expedite,
the white smooth sheet is reed of every spite
when it gets inked with punchlines in my pen's might.
To write is my rite and a poet's right to be a wright.

What my pen does is usually against the odds.
Can you write a poem using only 10 words?
Yes, I can with lil' sprinkle of dexterity like nerds: 

"Ten words, with lil' twirls, still can't tell what 'twas."



VICK MANUEL POETRY
 {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes/decastich (ten line poem)
Copyright ©? 3rd November 2023.

Cider Time

CIDER TIME

Just like the leaves, apples eventually fall
An early hint of October’s natural bounty
The time to be making more cider is now
On misty mornings, picked from the bough
Recognised as due, throughout the county
A sharp taste not sweet, preferably small

Washed and sorted, chopped and crushed
The juice is strained, then left to ferment
But a little sugar and yeast may expedite
With years of experience, one does it right
Then a week or so until the bottling event
But it takes its own time, best never rushed

A popular drink ever since the dark ages
Especially in climates that are temperate
It’s a simple route to drinking satisfaction
That every time, secures a good reaction
And requires a good sleep to recuperate
Nectar of the Gods, as said by the sages

Poetry In Motion Contest Cricket

April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.

Gang mowers to grease and oil,
the team kit-bag to disembroil.
Green stained pads to whiten bright,
fixture lists to expedite.

Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,
coax another season from my flannels.
Wash and iron the umpire's coats,
the score-box to creosote.

Tea urns to scour,crockery to rinse and clean..
a team captain's tasks routine,and unseen.
Cricketers good,indifferent,unsung,
across this land in a timeless sport played for fun.

Expedite

If you reading this I'm asking God to expedite your blessing in His time though it may seem like a long time For its arrival it will be right on time for your Revival Waiting on God is a good thing waiting on ourselves it's tedious and unyielding impatient mindset thing
Yet instill always those that wait on the LORD shall renew their strength in Jesus name Amen

9/23/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022(c)

Ships Sail

Down where magnolia blossoms white

Summer breezes touch wind chime's scales

Lovers sleep soundly in the night


                     Time flies, ships sail   

On a downhill slide that can't contrail 

Life lived mostly in fight or flight

So nice to enjoy a summer's tale


Close to the creek the breeze delights

Dream dreams, and fantasy build then exhale

Expedite change from pyrite to gold bright

                       
                       Time flies, ships sail 
 

August 06, 2022
For Brian

F L O W E R

Fantastic fabulous frisky faeries flitter forever 
Luxuriously loving lady-like likeable lilies 
Obliterating outgoing outlandish ostentatious orchid
Wonderful whimsical warmhearted warlock wiggles wind 
Effervescent ebullient elegant elves eagerly expedite Echinacea 
Relieved rambunctious radiant roses replenishes rakish Rudbeckia

God and We Are One

Hesitant, we falter at the altar
We would if we could, expedite ascent
Soul prisoner and ego the captor

Incessant thoughts anchor us in banter
Self-blocking thus, our soul luminescent 
Hesitant, we falter at the altar

There is no one here, save self singular
Yet our lower mind bisects and fragments
Soul prisoner and ego the captor

We are not mind-body caricature
Truth known if we invite the bliss current
Hesitant, we falter at the altar

There is no way, save childlike surrender
Whereupon ego becomes decadent 
Soul prisoner and ego the captor

We are always one with the Creator
God is within, not horizon distant
Hesitant, we falter at the altar 
Soul prisoner and ego the captor

27-June-2021

Captain Courageous

april starts   clocks forward spring
practice in full swing
nets untangled from their poles
players to contact & enroll
gang mowers greased&oiled
kit-bag dis-embroiled
grass-stained pads   whitened bright
fixture list to expedite

fix sight-screen broken panels
coax another season from my flannels
spring-clean changing rooms dried with mud
re-lace boots& re-stud

wash& iron umpires coats
then score-box to creosote
tea-urns to scour     crockey to clean
a captain's tasks  routine   unseen

dreams of 50's   in the sun
games  won    by just one  run
cricketers'  good   indifferent   & unsung
this national game played just for fun

Quiet Holy Voices Rebuke My Wrong Choices-

Skeptic piranha parasites leeches onto my spirit
Amongst the grim reaper I shall not go near it
Not rebuking the sins and shame of my wrong choices
I expedite my decisions change the course of my vision
I  calmly use the inner voice
Nonchalant dismay
Demons come distraught and play
In adversity in turmoil yet I pray
Rebuking the sins and the shames of my wrong choices
I cater to the quiet holy voices


9/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

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8/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Ever-Buck-Passing Websites

You press the keys time and again
And errors bog you with flat disdain 
In vain you try and rack your brain 
To figure what has derailed the train 

The website is but a tangled web
That sinks your spirits to a new ebb
Supposedly a tool to expedite work
Actually a means to shut your neb

On its homepage, the motto to dangle
Must be YOUR NEEVES WE JAR AND JANGLE
AS EXPLETIVES POUR OUT OF YOUR MOUTH 
YOUR PEACE OF MIND WE LOVE TO MANGLE

What Is Late

What is Late?
Written: by Miracle Man
11-20-2019

I have a real problem,
that’s keeping me in a lather.
My awake time is spent,
listening to cat blather.

I’m forced to expedite,
everywhere that we go.
Because the woman I married,
 is some kind of slow.

I like early arrivals,
but we’re invariably late.
Just can’t seem to get her,
from the starting gate.

To me it seems simple,
if always late, leave sooner.
Quit forcing me,
to be a “please hurry” crooner.

For Doctor appointments,
I arrive unduly stressed.
Even to church on Sunday,
for time we’re pressed.

Those times when I’m upset,
Perhaps like the mad hatter.
I keep telling myself,
 if you don’t mind, it won’t matter. 

She says she’ll try harder,
but she remains unchanged.
I know she must think,
that I’m permanently deranged.

So I’ve come to accept,
that it will always be her manner.
But always being late,
makes things hard for the planner.

But I still love my Sweetie!

Wordsmith's Craft a Muse

Wordsmith
dour, drab  embellished
don't recite  read out loud
stop for a pause  never stop writing
be difficult, obscure  be clear express self
 ignore other poets  read many good poems
procrastinate, delay  expedite, keep on track
wait till words come  search for words till done
writing is a task, adopted  writing is a pleasure, a calling
never be intimidated by editors  believe in yourself and your abilities
write when you have opportunity  write to a schedule in planned sessions

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