We cling to what's fallen
in the lay of layers.
Leaves yield to the wind,
drifting down when time's up.
Pages of books flip over to
pile up as what's been read.
Days ripped from calendars
records the passage of time spent.
Musical notes strike the melodies for
verses on the score.
Words land on pages to craft our
letters, works and poems.
The lay of what we leave behind
in layers, showcases a life well spent
in the lay of leaves.
a coin, a vinyl recording
a mirror, a leaf, a door
a picture, a photo of the wall
a day, dawn, moon, clouds
alive, awake, eyes open, floating
ahead, today, tomorrow, a shadow
growing old, a diary, a tombstone
onward, upward, hands up, face up, bottoms up
going forward, with no reverse gear, timely
a book open, uncovered, a calendar, a clock
facing up, fronting up, with soul on sleeve
Ne're be tempted to flip over
to the B-side.
It's Ne're the Same Game
on the Others Side.
Our life knows how many rainy seasons pass
If possible, let's love each other a lot
In this world, we only stop by
Walk for a while, don't stay for long.
Our life depends on flowers
Bright in the morning, light in the noon, falling in the dark
If possible, don't let the sun flip over
Living a life of misfortunes.
Our life is like a framed role
Can't avoid the cycle of Birth and Death
If you still breathe, let's love each other freely
Don't turn your back on the slope.
Our life is like a river
Everything flows out of the great Sea
I've lost my soul for decades
The place where the earth, sand, dust calls back.
“In God We Trust”
In very small letters
Flip over and over and over
In the air.
Heads or Tails?
Which shall it be?
Is it all just up in my head?
Or a tale of trusting in God.
Hopefully, I’ll see you on the otherside, one day.
And see You on the flipside, I pray, one day also.
But rest assured,
Later is better than sooner.
When is it okay to swim out of here?
Solo fish laps in a loch
Wide eyes turn back in fear
My pool was safe, I knew each rock
Grab the edge, a wall once held
Tiny tank I kept so well
Tide does turn to lift me up
Dive into a deep vast sea,
Run a race of lung drum pump
Your glue gaze is a hook, with glee
Gate open lets life raft bob away
I’ve swum in your fast new sway
Out into salt and mess, wind howl
Sail taut to tilt us, roll wild rage
Yin Yang curl can’t part us now
Ship long hour, flip over next page
A song to sing with zany note
Zeal to feel wave beat on boat
Slow zone I made sure to keep
Sits in the past, eats acid
Jump for love, a huge bold leap
Care can wash a soul once arid
Take it to grow, aqua lush
Lone fins come to find twin rush
1st October 2023
Written for Contest:
Love Poem Four Letters
Sponsor: Darla Seely
Don't panic when things turn topsy turvy
Don't freeze when the tables flip over hopelessly
Focus on the One with all the answers
The Wonderful Counselor up above
He will give you the strength to be brave
And the wisdom to be the problem solver
For with His counsel comes victory
And His glory will be revealed
To be the cutting-edge and bring hope to many.
Drivers
Roll over.
Screws, flip over.
With pressure, twists and turns
Safer.
if I Had
If I had a giant shoe horn
I would slide huge people into compact cars
If I had a giant flyswatter
I would smash rabid coyotes into pancakes
If I had a giant spatula
I would flip over your house to see your reaction
I am simply amazed at the changes in the weather
Unseasonably warm toward the end of December
We have yet to see a ground covering of snow
It hasn’t been this warm as long as I remember.
Record-breaking, the meteorologists are reporting
I’m thinking it can’t be good for the spreading virus,
When I was young at Christmas, we wanted a sled
Now, warm weather vehicles are more desirous.
I’ve heard rumors the earth is going to flip over
Do you think maybe the seasons are in reversal?
Could it be possible the impossible is coming true?
In July we’ll be having Christmas cantata rehearsal.
One thing’s for sure, we cannot control the weather
I suspect we’ve been trying to fool Mother Nature
By building in the wrong places, we ignore the facts,
Well, I’m not hedging bets on our far-distant future.
written December 24, 2021
Move
Branches
In the wind
Leaves flip over
The red berries fall
Small sparrows fluttering
Flinging birdseed all around
Ripples on the water’s surface
Designs in the language of the wind
Moving my emotions until the end
Heidi Sands
11/25/19
Sun's flames burn through hazy, midday heat
Raising fierce winds -- dusty, choking ...
Fiery orb descending toward horizon's lair
~ Ghostly white moon rises, painted on low-ceilinged sky
Bare, brown patches spread, invading once-proud green mantles
Parched blades wither, yielding to ceaseless daily inroads
Of blighted blotches, rank weeds, strangling lush herbage
~ Signs of fading Summer's sad soliloquies
Flowers vanish, decapitated stick figures
Barren, beheaded stalks, twisting, turning
On their ghastly way, headless horsemen of the day
~ Sere petals grinning, decked out in obsolescence
Moist green leaves prematurely crinkle brown
Unmoored from twig or branch, breeze by
Face up, now capricious, flip over, nurse Earth's bosom
~ Signs of fading Summer's sad soliloquies
Crickets' symphonies screech endlessly
Fireflies lanterns flicker on-off, on-off, on-off
Abrupt descent of Humidity's airless curtain
~ Summer soliloquies' soundless denouement
THE WILD GOOSE CHASE*
I accidentally let one loose
did you see that thing vamoose?
It gave me the slip, did you see?
Now that thing is awfully free.
I walk on pins and needles, friend.
Trying to find, I twist and bend.
You ask why I pull up the rug,
why I pull out every plug.
I raise my hands over my head
and flip over each unmade bed.
I flip out, scratch, harrumph, grumble,
dash around corners, stumble.
At night I turn off all the lights,
sit in the corner, battle bites.
I listen for terrible sounds.
My eyes dart round and round and round.
Afraid of where that thing will land —
on the mountain or in the sand.
I feel empty of all this gas.
I miss the sound of golden brass
and the smog that liquifies eyes,
the way your ribbon twists and lies.
The putrefaction of butt —
the stinker where we blame the mutt!
7/11/2018
Messina’s I accidentally let one loose poetry contest
*Wild Goose chase - a wild or absurd search for something
To goose - to squeeze a butt cheek
Iced slipped and fell flip over
Eyes of coal blinded by the snow cover
Funny though, who ever heard of
A snowman sun tanning upserd
In this Topsy-turfy who every heard
Frozen world of a sun bathed frost man
Tanned now burnt turns to water man
4/4/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
©2018
I
watch,
it shines,
golden in its
reflections.
It
rises, bathing
all
in its
splendor.
I
see it all
clearly now.
Years of
accumulated
knowledge.
A gift beyond
understanding.
Days
flip over,
one after
another.
Speeding up
days
seem to be.
Sunrise after
sunrise,
days
careening along,
piling up
behind.
Looking up,
I see the
source
bright,
darkness
retreating.
How many
more
will there be?
Soon,
sunrise
will end,
darkness
prevails.
I want to write about love
What is love?
Is it when two person having sex?
My bad - that is lust
Is it when you gawk after someone?
It's called foolishness
Is it when you drool after someone?
It's called ready to welcome your deathbed
Haha it's none of the above
If you want real love
You have to endure
You have to take time
You never know what you are going to get
One day after another
It's taking time to believe in
It's putting yourself ahead of the other
Yes I said it
You cannot give if you don't flip
Yes flip head over heels for that special someone
Flip over yourself being a fool
Flip over at anything for any reasons
Flip gives
Which leads to dip
You dip because you care too much
You dip because you worry too much
Which leads to sip
Sip on honeymoon
Because you will never be waned, drained, trained
You just keep changing
Love is change
Sustained
You like that?
Now come get some love
Over there
Unless you want to be chained
Haha
By my dogs
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