Halting Poems

Frozen

" As I inhale the air with the gentle pressure my lungs could create
When the path to my inner self it trace
When I stay still, standing
Staring at the leaves clapping themselves to the wind
Mesmerizing me,
Rustling it's way towards me, setting me ready for a emotional voyage

Halting its feet, With amazement this ticking crocodile observes me
With it's feet as still as I stand,
A pressure I feel on my fur
Which causes me to diminish into ashes
I prefer to be freezed,
Freeze for eternity.
By this mere encounter my essence appears to be seized,
I feel every bit of me, wanting to tear each bit of this host
To my surprise, this ticking crocodile still observing me by the eyes I can't find
Not getting bothered, I try to fly
Perhaps on sentiments I am high.
As it came, the eternal peace vanishes
Here, I stand wondering about the significance of this encounter I had.
Ironically, it is quite insignificant.
Waking me up,
Then again struggling to go along or
Perhaps fleeing from the grasp of this ticking monster."

White Wilderness

I recall the yelling but silent voice of winter
that broken December when the lights from
lanterns shot up from their wicks with the
fading strength of departing glows abroad.

Twilights hastened through the spine of
receding days, halting the approach of a
wayward Christmas.
The wilderness around us yielded froths from a
puking snowstorm,
fastening laces of Hell with strings of abundant
sleet.

White Wilderness

I recall the yelling but silent voice of winter
that broken December when the lights from
lanterns shot up from their wicks with the
fading strength of departing glows abroad.

Twilights hastened through the spine of
receding days, halting the approach of a
wayward Christmas.
The wilderness around us yielded froths from a
puking snowstorm,
fastening laces of Hell with strings of abundant
sleet.

Storm clouds

I wonder if I search for storm clouds in peoples eyes or if I put them there. 
Shocked when the rain starts and the thunder roars. 
Lightning flashes. 
I wonder if the rain stops.
I wonder at rain drops.
Falling, stalling, halting. 
I wonder at anger. 
Where it comes from and when it will pass.
The smell of wet grass. 
I wonder if everyone thinks of dying. 
I wonder how many times a heart can break before it stops and my body rots. 
Give me back to the earth and pick the wild flowers from my ribs, 
Gift them to someone you love on Valentine’s Day and then toss them when they wilt. 
I wonder when I’m wilting. 
I write when I do. 
There are storm clouds in my mind that find their way to my eyes. 
Wondering if I put them there.

Reptile by Birth

Into the abyss
I look in to see 
Peeking over, to discern 
Her looking up at me. 

Reptile cold and slithe,
I slither through the dewy blades,
And writhley race across the glade.
A lumping creature, 
Limpling, legless loping,
Filled with their plastic dopamines. 

Wet with amnion, glistening,
Halting in the flatlands,
No colour lights my way,
My brain is shriveled, stupid 
Human thought so far away. 

My mind a blackhole vacuum 
Leaving naught alive 
I eat up ash and dirt 
Living only to survive.

Pulsating log, flicking tongue
To smell the sour air. 
My mind consumes it
Swallowed whole, 
Leaving me no feeling.  

Absent, that sacral dome of thought, 
Vacuous cranium, filled with
Negative nothings, 
Not a word of right or wrong. 

In that chasm, to which I look again 
I see my steady gaze returned 
Regurgitated, digested meat
A meal for hungry birds.

A LITANY OF TODAY'S FROTHING POETIC WAVES

A LITANY OF TODAY'S FROTHING POETIC WAVES

GLORY BE TO GOD

Healing thanks to God,
sun risings, and sun settings;
Each day, a blessing:-

OF PARADISE LOST

Apple fell from tree,
Teasing snake tricked she and he,
Leaving you and me,
Evicted from paradise,
Where all was peace, love, and nice:-

HALTING EVIL WINDS

Horror winds blowing,
Breezing political grief;
God’s halting coming:-

GLORIOUS SUNSHINE

His sunshine lights up
The spirit of each day’s heart;
Come God, light up mine’s too,
Always reflecting your light
In daily labors of love:-

OF ANY AND EVERYTHING

What can God not do?!
Not a question, an answer;
Glory be to God!
There is nothing God can’t do!
Thus, be today’s awareness:-

The Family Reading Room

The reading skills of many men
it’s said, would improve significantly
in the “reading room” when seated 
with the printed page, and facilitate
that daily regularity most needed
to prevent stubborn constipation
with an easy smooth evacuation
much less improve or alleviate
a halting grunting vocabulary.
To what extent he has success
that is anyone's guess.

Unlit Candles

We bide our time upon the cusp
Twixt what may be and surely must
From evenings hush till morning hours
Begging chase through moon lit bowers
Where gleans the will in blissful trance
And leads the way in halting dance
To just beyond what grasp may reach
Where barely recalled memories teach
Tween what is now and might have been
To tease the eye with promised gleam
With silent whispers barely heard
That nary leash the fleeting word
But call to mind the long lost plight
That dreams and hopes in lofty flight
Might grant surcease on windswept wings
With unbought time and unsought things

Defeating Tyranny

Defeating Tyranny

This is how to overthrow tyranny:
elections by a free people who care
peaceful transfer of power
alternative media outlets to counter brainwashing
decreasing the size of government
ridding a society of mandates by unelected officials
stopping demonization of average citizens
halting massive monetary corruption
short of divine intervention 
this is how it is done

it is difficult~ many obstacles to freedom exist
that will try to maintain power:
a biased dishonest media
a bloated bureaucracy
an oligarchy of the defeated who want to retain power
unconstitutional judicial power
Nazi style thugs who like to commit violence

it is a tough row to hoe
no guarantees that it will work but 
if enough people care it might work

DIVINE ANCHOR

Toward victory* in running life's race
I hold onto my Anchor of great grace.

Ready to face challenges everyday
my faith clings to my Anchor on the way.

Doing utmost service while reaching-out
my faith does trust my Anchor without doubt.

Sharing precious gifts along blessings’ flow
my heart radiates my Anchor's bright glow.

Halting for delightful refreshing rest 
my soul finds safety in my Anchor's breast.

Amidst journey toward heavenly flight
my sweet dreams bask under my Anchor's light.

As tomorrow awaits with hopeful gain
I cleave to my Anchor; God Who does reign.

*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

January 20, 2025
1st place, "Writing Prompts 16 lines or less" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 3/1/2025

Rising Again

Set me free,

From the Pain,

Of seeking financial gain,

It's inane,

Inhumane,

It's leaving a stain,

On my mental plain.

All this strain,

My body is in pain,

I'm going insane,

Playing this game.


My natural ability,

Torn from me,

As I grew to be,

To who I was to be,

In a broken society,

Fears and scarcity,

Enveloped me,

Halting my maturity,

Now I clearly see,

The hold it had on me,

I'm breaking my chains,

Rising again,

And this time I win.

Old Father Time

The process of aging, I think it's a curse.
Why can't it just stop and let's age in reverse?
As your skin starts to wrinkle and your hairs turning grey.
The reality of aging, can we keep it at bay?

Say goodbye to those wrinkles whilst reclaiming your youth.
The thought of getting old, is to me so uncouth.
Get that clock ticking backwards, take me back to my prime.
Whilst halting the hands on that clock, keeping time.

Just think of the benefits of the knowledge you'd keep.
With your age creeping backwards, whilst you quietly sleep.
As you sip from the chalice of the fountain of youth.
You awake from your slumber to find your skin soft and smooth.

The thought of getting old is a bitter pill to swallow.
It's the process of aging that we all have to follow.
The one thing that is certain is a truth so sublime,
We can't turn back the clock of our old father time.

Another horse coming

At the crossroad,time ago
A galloping horse knocked down me hard
My world askew.
Today I walk with halting stride
On the rough road where trouble hide
With crutch in hand  going slowly.
Yet swaying and flowing another horse
is seen galloping towards me.

THE TRAIN JOURNEY

TRAIN TRAVEL

I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.

Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!

Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.

The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.

Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.

Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.

Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.

Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.

THE TRAIN JOURNEY

TRAIN TRAVEL

I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.

Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!

Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.

The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.

Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.

Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.

Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.

Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.

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