All the many trees have donned their October hues,
the air is cool and sky is blue sublime:
I adore the leaves in red, and divine chartreuse,
and assorted bird songs that drift and chime;
halfway through October is a lovely time.
Categories:
halftime, october,
Form: Quintain (English)
Half Time March
David J Walker
And there I was
Half floating on top of
Army barracks I am familiar with
Half running the gauntlet of a
Hungry basic training camp
Half blowing Taps at night but
The Flag won’t come down
Half standing in line for a
Two-year-old movie I didn’t
Like the first time
Half-naked and out of uniform
From the waist up
Half-assed shine on my
Combat boots
Halfway to the front
When I heard the shooting stop
Halfway home when they
Called me back
Half asleep when I
Awake at my civilian home
Half happy/Half sad
At the time past
Categories:
halftime, allegory, time,
Form: Rhyme
Life's first half
I was drinking
from empty paths.
Oftentimes projecting
my worst on the best
people.
Then I discovered
what it meant to be human,
Broken in ways
legos wouldn't stick.
Found a gift
while digging through
a chest full of half let in emotions.
Words had their own tears. Faith was written in "why god" questions magnified by unreadable lessons. Ever been lost in your own ink blots? Funny how answers run and pages become the gutters of heaven's captured rain.
Life resumes,
proceeds in slow motion.
A finger snap and
it could all be over.
We do the best we can with the tools we've been given. Expecting more from people in the first half of life is living out of sync with reality but aligns with all we hope for.
Telling the ones we love most they've been the best part in our highly evolved expectations
feels like a game winning shot.
To better halves
and sound understandings.
Categories:
halftime, encouraging,
Form: Prose Poetry
Clyde Stanson sought to repair clocks
he labored in school of hard knocks.
Getting them to tick
was a simple trick.
But they wouldn't produce any tocks.
Categories:
halftime, humor, time,
Form: Limerick