Today holiday shopping’s a flick of the finger
~ Bargain basement memories barely linger
Chance
accidents
in time&space
float in unreal
swirls
flowing
without restraint
turmoil
in
energetic
explosions
flung
splattered
moments
arrested in space
dripping
drop
by
drop
Golf Cranks tried to see where his ball went on the course
The bird on his head was looking another way, his tweet hoarse
Which way did you flick it? His golf partners asked Cranks.
If I knew that it would be easier he said, not knowing their pranks.
They had given him a trick ball for his birthday, for fun.
It had disintegrated immediately as he started this run.
They finally confessed and had a laugh together too.
They are despicable friends said his golf caddie Bird Dew.
A flick of light within my soul
becomes a beacon for my life
wherein I join with You in Christ
free from normal life of strife.
Today breaks boldly clear and bright
A bastion holds me safe from sin
and fills my heart with calming Voice
to sooth and hold me close within.
How grateful I become for You
who teaches that Your love may cope
with those who challenge You exist,
persuaded by Your voice of hope.
a deep chill delving
straight to bone
fragmented shadows become
full figures -
long and lithe,
strange and bulbous,
ever-morphing
and haunting the night
flick a light to be rid of
these monsters
FLICK PROPHETIC FINGER
Knocking hard on a massive ancient gate,
Step out of a gaunt, granite building,
Leave behind its austere contents,
With wood-panelled box-seats,
Pinching sardine-tight orthodoxy's rumps,
Say farewell to enforced isolation,
Corralled within a pulpit-facing pew,
Flick prophetic finger
At sanctimonious conformity,
As I cross the widening threshold
Into a welcome world of
Confusing discovery.
Give place in me to an individual,
Questioning all from A to Z,
Finding the new pathway, opened out
To an approaching horizon. It holds
My curious gaze beyond
Present knowledge.
I know with some deeper weight of understanding,
Unhinged from the enclosed
Constriction in which I have been
A prisoner of my own choice.
Now the chains sheared off, scales
Fallen from once-blindfolded eyes,
I, flying as the uncaged bird,
Lift suddenly into free flight
On instinctive weaving
Of supple strength.
Thoughts that arise, oft hold us in surprise
Seeming to be of foreign origin
Flicked away before ego does apprise
If we meddle not, all thoughts are virgin
We look and release, flowing like the breeze
Resting narrow thought construct perception
Dweller of the void, living life in ease
Unaffected by the world external
Blissful presence, with nothing to appease
Choosing thus, the throb of bliss eternal
Be to become, a living miracle
21-March-2021
flick that switch in my brain
put on my best smile
jump up
show enthusiasm
arms wide open
projecting love and harmony
turn on my high energy
boost the sparkle feature
launch my dreams
attracting upbeat people
live today with a sense of passion
dial it up a notch
giving voice to that bubbly
cheerleader in my head
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~STAY TRUE~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I read a poem and will save,
'cause of feelings it gave;
where there is emotion within the words,
that flutter and fly off the page like birds.
I do love those tear-jerking writes,
and those beautiful sweet nature delights;
a wild thriller, unrestrained and intense,
a treasure with awesome suspense.
These poems make me click;
with a quick flick!
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December 3, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/With A Quick Flick
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1204-922-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Fave
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Third Place
as the credits scroll
a bee-line for the toilette
runny mascara
'Fox Flick' from the 1960 Slang Words
Here she goes gimme some skin
with friends in the Friggin ,
She is the flower child
who is always Gassed.
She loves the Hair -Musical
later becomes the radical,
She was the crazy Raddie
who was the sick Puppy.
She loves her real soul
which is the her only rule,
she never goes as the Rattled
because she doesn't want that load.
by Esther J -(Rhyming words taken from the 1960 pop history slang words )
There are books that nobody ever reads,
lines expanded with stories that never get to catch,
eyes stalking cyberspace,
inside there is SOcial media, SOOcial media, SOOOcial media,
like a 3-ring circus they join by watching themselves,
as though egotism could have value in a selfie,
as though Spam could impart knowledge to untaught minds.
From time to time I read some
hardbacks that converted Kindle Fire,
fitting together with the popular, with the digital era,
with those who run and intensify this circus,
and intellectual students married to information,
books sitting on shelves behind me,
the computer screen before me,
eyes darting wildly to see illusions and jokes,
witnessing a tragic magic trick as books disappear .
When was the last time you read a book?
stray winds flick rotor fingers
uranium rods shun sun
for perpetual motion
puny pursuit of power continues
my mind
like the flick of a camera shutter
memorizes your face
my heart
memorizes everything else
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