Pencil jumped out of my right hand and gave my left fingers a tiny tap
Three new ideas came to me in a quick snap; I needed pencil back.
Pencil refused to take direction, gave my cheek a tiny slap.
It was my fault for personalizing him and naming him Mack.
Mack wrote for an hour and ten minutes, never taking a break.
I noted it was all about himself, and most of it was fake.
Serves me right for giving him free rein.
Having an arrogant pencil is a bit of a pain.
Passing of Time
Caught up, time to exploit.
Hours to utilize, with what?
Jump into my time machine,
that’s what, give it free rein.
To the Blue mountain.
Swim in the pool with the boys
Make a good stroke or two,
then into the good book.
Now no particular place to go.
No particular agenda, plan to fill.
No particular good reason to,
just slip into the saddle an do.
Let my pony rear up, run wild
across a couple of empty hours.
Those moments slipped into twilight.
A snow white, almost full, moon hangs
low in a bright indigo sky.
Sitting along side the Pitt dyke.
Observe the moon crawl upwards,
to the south west across the shadowy
branches of a standing alone tree.
Helios having none of this moon
sets the south west horizon ablaze,
fire flickering among the trees, to see
while this one sits in the saddle
waiting, watching, time for supper.
A Wendy’s spicy chicken
will fill an empty space, in me, not time.
That would necessitate something spiritual.
Something intellectually stimulating.
Something that would express artistic flair.
Something that would bring one’s soul to light.
B. J. “A ” 2
November 23rd, 2023
The truth gets sidestepped to satisfy hope,
a dolorous lesson in life.
By allowing my feelings free rein,
I've opened myself to vulnerabilities.
And upon hearing my heart cry out,
struggling under the weight of despair;
I was moved to tears.
The reality I held so dear
was merely a dream from which I had awakened.
My life is a never-ending saga
of how love was found, shared, and lost.
Tears cast no hidden rainbows;
only the sadness droplets' release.
Pain wraps itself around decisions in life,
and yet, I pursue love despite my anguish.
One dream, one heart, one soul,
words that once defined love;
now flounder on the jagged edges of my broken heart.
And an outpouring of emotions morphs into tears
as I grieve for a love lost to time.
The biggest facilitator of smugglers is the Force itself?Most of the youth are addicted to crystal, and ice, etc?Aliens have given free rein to youths for drug abuse and trafficking?Most of the time,the news about the failure of the smuggling attempt in the TV, newspapers is done to throw dust in the eyes of the public and the international media or to prolong their job?Who has seen Coast Guards, Customs, Police and FC officials and officers become millionaires? Smuggling at borders will never end,as the corrupt officials and customs are the main culprits and beneficiaries of this system? How could smuggling take place when border forces are there to guard and petrol the border?It is to be said
that the chowkies collect a huge amount of illegal money from poor drivers and the money is shared among the people who are rulling this system for years?We have destroyed our country with our own hands..
Is there a threshold for pain?
Till this much, you can contain,
Above this, you can complain,
Cross that, you can go insane?
How much can you take that strain?
Is there a threshold for pain?
Can you allow it free rein?
Or will you somewhat restrain?
How much can you train your brain?
How much is assumed humane?
Is there a threshold for pain?
How much hurt can you sustain?
How much calm can you maintain,
When you're assaulted again?
How long from tears you'll refrain?
Is there a threshold for pain?
10th May 2023
{7 syllables per line}
What lays ahead
I have, for some time not eaten boiled cabbage
it is not of the slightest importance if not boiled
with shoulder ham.
On the roadway, a shop sells eggs and teaches you
how to make scrambled eggs a change from eating
the endless pizza.
Besides the egg shop, a driving school endlessly
telling would-be drivers: you drive the car, the car
is not driving you.
This mantra is forgotten as soon as new drives
hit the motorway, an ancient hatred is given free rein
to the disgrace suffered when learning how to drive.
A large group in tow
big families show
some strain.
But music we know
everywhere we go
free rein.
We set the tempo,
sung a capello
right brain.
No tension, no pain
enjoyment we gain
we sing
of nothing profane
for who can complain
arms swing.
Though the pitch may wane
volume we sustain
with zing.
Reunion’s the thing
big family fling
why so?
To meet new offspring
older cousins bring
cargo:
food for the feeding
songs we'll be needing
pronto.
March 23, 2023
Kim Rodrigues' Write Me a Virelai contest
ABSTRACTED
an elegant
obsession
transformed
from the absence
of light
beyond black
a
created complex
of smoothness
in
surfaces
absorbed
by
reflected light
so
hard to exploit
a
fascination
with luminosity's
potential
to create
to juxtapose
&
overwhelm
in swathes
of
the
normal
such
a
duality
of
the
delicate shadowed
then
merge
to
a free rein
in
interpretation
of
notions
Some poems’ births explode (full bore), life ends when written down,
their flow makes toothpicks of my pen, brain chokes on truth laid bare,
a flash that flares, a splash of cognac in cook’s pan (taste’s light!)
While others grow more leisurely, gestation delicate,
they lead me through more sylvan glens (where shadows live - a thing)
and beams of light dance as leaves drift until thoughts’ breeze gets spent.
I covet both but give free rein to muse that pays day’s rent
for fear I’ll miss a gift life shares, perchance a golden ring!
I rarely guess a poem’s end; I’m more its advocate
and track my muse the best I can until day’s touched by night!
My heart is this, to offer grace to fancies muse may dare
embrace, hold dear. Lord, I feel blessed to be my muse’s clown.
Krakatoa Kritic #007
December 7, 2022
When she takes her life into her own hands
with fingers that read braille
from dot to dot
Refuse to live in the void of darkness
between A-Y
No boat was built
to stand on shore
She wants to remove the writing itch
from dot to dot
Soft words that tickle the tongue
Let light shine in all lighthouses
over the seven seas
Read all favorite books
over and over again
creating images
sprinkled with angel dust
free rein to your imagination
For those who are blind
or visually impaired
a brilliant invention
Read and write
from dot to dot
to a flood of experiences
15.11.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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An anniversary smile;
triggers teardrops that beguile.
A joyous celebration
of true love's affirmation.
As friends celebrate with you,
congratulations come due.
And they top your special day,
with cheers of hip-hip-hurray.
Time for fun festivities;
and adult activities.
Love is toasted with champagne;
and feelings given free rein.
Upon this date, every year,
the strength of your love is clear.
And thus, this marker in time,
feels fantastic and sublime.
If you want to find God, look in your heart,
and if you don't see Him there, look again.
But this time, set your hopes and doubts apart;
and give feelings free rein over your brain.
If you believe in God, then reveal it
through your actions and treatment of others.
God's love affects you more than you admit,
for all humans are sisters and brothers.
You have no proof that God created you,
but it explains your conscience and free will.
God exists within your heart; that is true,
He entered it at birth and dwells there still.
You'll not find God in church; He lives within,
and accepting that, your search may begin.
Only brief free-rein
rests the bird on a lone branch
soon poetry flies
liberty in waves
cantering along the shore
free-rein no rider
Image by ATDSPHOTO Pixabay
Call out that demon by name
It’s how to put him to shame
All this time he had us shunned
His lies have everyone stunned
Stop being pawns in his game
There is nothing there to gain
Can’t believe he’s been maimed
He's not as tough as he claimed
Just purge him with tons of sage
Then put him in that locked cage
He can’t be allowed any free rein
In case he causes even more pain
Now as his power begins to fade
He will lie on the bed he made
Divide and conquer will soon end
Unity is close, just round the bend
Soon as this hostility starts to wane
make way for peace, that’s the aim
Address what was done and said
to leave another broken and sad
Yet another scary demon to face
to stand a chance to win this race
getting to know each other again
Universal love might start to reign
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