Hitchhiking by blurred station generic
Gypsy Flora slips anonymous, gravel
Grinds her heart of garbage, barbaric
Buried skeleton stirred, further travel
Ticket to Keep It Secret
Scarred in fish guts grubby, harbour
Heaves its putrid out to sea, amnesia
Avails an arbour over bleak macabre
Mutineer hurled ragdoll dumb, seizure
Saline dreams Dali delirium
Draped clock face, Flora's flailing coma
Collides with shore, format felicitous
Ferocious ocean spews sweet soma
Segued fortunate Flora duplicitous
Digs over fingers scratching
Sea sparks zesty spirit, crystal clairvoyant
Clavicle thrummed during tumble turquoise
Touched pitching ceiling, delight buoyant
Blackened flotsam, frivolous foam destroys
Destined to nest content
29th March
Redefined
The possibilities are endless
With every new scientific discovery.
There is inspiration to invent devices
That improve quality of life
And save lives in the process.
Spin with the wave and slow it down
With drones and electromagnetism.
Entropy and vacuums.
Spin with the wave, then slow it down
With science and ingenuity.
Catch the wind and spin, hook in
The eye of the storm is calm
Harness the power of the gods
Right there in our palms
Think of the all the lives you'll save
All the kids that won't meet Oz
If only we could stop
Take time to ponder the devastating
Disastrous whirlwinds of the gods
Drop a probe down the eye
Let it spin, let it fly
Revolutionize the times
With the greatest challenge of all
Saving lives, having fun with everything resolved.
Some old guy on a park bench
looks like Jesus,
if Jesus had lived to be some old guy.
I'm old, not really, really old
but I look older than that guy on the bench.
From his coat pocket
he scatters crumbs among the pigeons.
The birds are diseased, they got warty stumps for legs.
I know what stumps look like; seen way too many.
He looks at me and winks.
I don't think he's gay; don't care anyway.
I think he can read my mind,
because he just laughs and laughs
as if I had just told the best damn joke ever.
The pigeons rise up and fly away.
It's a beautiful sight,
sunlight speaks through their wing feathers.
Every one of them sick birds is beautiful.
I’m so caught-up in the moment
I forget about disease or stumps.
I still don’t get the joke - never will, I guess.
the barnyard competition is ramping up, fowls are in a foul mood.
Farmer’s wife brings out some pathetic, wetted down poultry food.
Farmer will be by in a second she says, as the competition gets fierce.
We know he has a first name, we have heard her call him “Pierce”.
Green hen is doing a lot of bragging about being the prettiest bird.
Yellow spotted hen is rolling her eyes; she says “my word!”
Baby chicks are gathering, thinking they have a chance to win.
Until Pierce comes along, bringing a male peacock in.
when we became broke
grabbed throat and started to choke
then our feet would soak
water were spraying
wind blew and trees started swaying
times are dismaying
we started to seek
those things that people will speak
words which are unique
should stop using salt
be sure to bring to a halt
when it was our fault
Mankind,humanity,the human race
Please don't always listen to your own hearts
Your endless desires
Your greeds
Your ignorance
Please halt and listen to other people and other things
To the nature
Please ponder,meditate and contemplate
Your loved ones are crying out of fright and lonliness
The previous laughters are gone
The nature lovely sounds are abandoned
Halt and listen
The wind is blowing and whistling through
Bringing along joy and hope
The stream singing happily all along the way
The clouds playing magics
The former world is full of wisdom
Please halt and listen
Stop all the anger ,disputes, quarrels
Politicking and wars
Please put a curfew to the devil of your own hearts
Among the smiles and laughter
Stories and incidents echo
Ice drinks as icebreakers
Singing songs in falsetto
Found the noise unreasonably calm
Inside wars took a sudden halt
Shedding away pieces of joy
Numb mind pondering who's at fault
Insecurities floating on top
The crowd became an excuse to stop
Music to ears felt indifferent
Life's elements lost its coherence
Stress and anxiety surrounds by
Fast moving lifestyle with hue and cry
Seeking When all this will pause
When heart takes the charge and mind withdraws
Thoughts are contained for a second
Inner peace is felt and reckoned
Manifest self love and shed the strain
It is not worth to let urself go in vain
a stroll beneath this old stone bridge
is a stroll through time and mist
where remnants from another age
and graffiti coexist.
where nitreous oxide cannisters
and weeds and grass combine
to choke the past from the valley floor
of its long lost railway line.
As slowly I crawled towards the end
The fog started covering the land
Nothing but whitness all around me
Nothing but darkness all inside me
I didn't understand if it was hiding the goal for me
Or hiding the skull of those who had failed
But I did understand the fear inside me
That continuously asked me to afray
So near I couldn't hold my breath
My eyes trying to find the aim
My ears cold but ready to hear a noise
My heart beat pumping making me sweat in dark cold night
Stumbling on the stones
Finding the path as if I were blind
I slowly started feeling
As if I were nearby
Suddenly the blanket revealed it's cover
I tried to see and found nothing but a place to hover
It was neither my destination nor was it what I wanted
It was like a station where
Though I could rest but at end will have to move forward,
Will have to move forward
My journey continues
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
time
doesn't halt.
unconcerned
it steals the breath,
moments, and sunshine as it ticks onward.
still, the nights grow cold and the stars shiver,
summer goes and
winter comes,
days fade
out.
11/7/2020
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
H.A.L.T.
Written: by Miracle Man
September 19, 2020
Four times when Satan attacks us most quickly,
is when we’re Hungry, Angry, Lonely, or Tired.
It’s during these times we cannot become prickly,
but by God’s word we should remain inspired.
These triggers are present throughout each day,
and appear as speed bumps in our daily living.
Even though we may slip up along the way,
*God answers our prayers and remains forgiving.
*1 John 1:9
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us [our] sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
When I try adjusting with situation..
Time is displeasing.
When I attempt being on my own..
People are disagreeing.
When I wish to be near my loved ones..
Circumstances are pushing us to distance.
When I pray to forget baneful incidents..
Memories are un aiding.
When I seek complete relaxation..
Unfinished tasks keeps me slogging.
When I desire revamping my mind..
Inputs are non viable.
When I aim for peaceful life..
Dilemmas encroach me.
When I yearned for liberty ..
Domination incarcerated me.
Time keeps flying in the air..
Cannot be tethered..!!
10-6-2020
Note1:Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest.
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Start and stop
Fall and drop
Hurts now pop
Drop by drop
End and see
What will be
Ooze set free
To know glee
Halt and wait
At odd gate
Watch time bait
Much too late
Wit can style
Jazz new smiles
In a while
As laughs pile
Dream a dream
In between
A fond theme
That now streams
Watch thought pop
As you hop
Dare to stop
With last drop
Leon Enriquez
05 June 2017
Singapore
Finding Halt That Is Grinding
To screaming halt Trump came to a grinding
When hearing that agreement must be binding;
After his body and brain he did further inspect
Results seemed to have a spring board effect
For years has been unwinding and unwinding.
Jim Horn
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