May each new generation…understand the stakes.
May each generation learn from the generation before…
and not make the same mistakes.
When it comes to each generation
may more love, kindness and acceptance find them…
so they can hand off a better world
to the generation coming up behind them.
roaring sans a mouth
she still grapples
for your kiss —
crying seagulls fly
~above the waves passing through skin like sinless sheets,
my piece of the sea
the swells of me
camouflages our gills —
heart also webbed,
by salt maybe
~I cannot hand off this mad buoy,
my piece of the sea
memories docked,
beached on by
the dust of years —
surf's leaving quick and old
~from her foamy lashes where my tears stream,
my piece of the sea
Senile Stork is out of control again
He brought a full sized eight-year-old to the newcomers
They were irritated to the max
Why don’t they retire that old bird?
It is not easy getting rid of these old-timers
Especially when they are not willing to go
He bit the hand off the last person who tried to boss him
“We can get used to her!” the new daddy said after hearing this.
“She is darling!” said his wife.
"Don't Quit Your Daydream,"
I heard muffled
through the thick marshmallow.
Not quite awake,
I descended down the never sticky gummy ladder,
Never sticky,
Always smooth and gleaming.
Sunflower Jackhouse was still
Monitoring the monkey responses.
"Did someone call for me?"
I asked him rubbing my forehead,
Though when I saw my hand
It was on my belly.
"You look hungry, Titus," said Sunflower.
"My brother's name is Titus," I responded,
Taking my hand off my belly
And placing it on the feathered
Back of a purple flamingo that
Was just suddenly there.
"Don't quit your daydream, Titus," said Sunflower
Slyly sliding me a coupla tuna melt sliders.
"It was you," I said taking the plate.
Sunflower switched a few switches on the monkey board,
Smirked and looked back at me saying:
"Now we all become stars."
And then BOOM!
On a sunny day, I walk down the road,
and I stumble upon a cool dude,
who snaps a dime that turns into bread,
and earns two more by a trade.
I was amazed by his magic,
but something pulled me back,
and I panic then shout "Oh, tragic",
as I poked into my pouch
I pulled my hand off my pocket
and then twisted it like a faucet,
swung and jabbed hard in the air,
sadly my hunger grows more unfairly.
A minute later someone pats from behind,
and the hope shines even more than ever,
I slowly moved my poor side,
in a low tune greeted "Hi!",
I can't believe its the bread guy,
I sigh and said " I don't have a dime"
and then end it by stating " I can't have it from you".
He burst into laughter and replies " You are good to be a fool",
and continues "The bread is for two, ain't it cool,"
He gives me one for free and leaves by shouting " Next time it's two".
REVISION
Can’t you see I’m trying to read?
We came here to do revision.
The exams are almost upon us
And I for one can’t afford to fail.
I really need to concentrate,
So please take your hand off my thigh
29th July 2022
Short Verse Inspired by Pictures poetry contest
Sponsor - Lisa YY
Link D
Word count 40
Foggy mists slither through the highlands
As downdrafts force them to the riverbanks
To the naked eye ethereal warm icicles
Among tow’ring long-needle pines piercing sky
From the other side near the rustic cabin
The yawning night watchman waits the 7:30
Preparing to hand off the latest dispatches in
A leather satchel, the hook catching its strap
The silent river valley comes alive screeching
Then wanes to deadly silence, the fog lifting
As he prepares to hand over to the day shift
Driving the winding road home, sleepy-eyed
written October 29, 2021
Ripped the letters off my skin
and s
_________________________p
___l______________________________a
____________t______________t_______ __e
________r________________e________d
them on
the convulsing page
Tolerate the ones i notice
never imagined to manage
Loser
Yes sir
kinda be kind
Shouldn't be sound of ear
if you don't mind
i will get to the point
insignificant when i close my eyes
sent my lover a bag off bees legs
She thought it was the bees knees
Relatively bled
if someone where to snatch my hand off
i couldn't give it to them
point to my flaws
inventing the clause
sell my soul to be the devil
Gods omnipotence i belittle
little are my thoughts of you..
I took my hand off today
and let it walk away
tomorrow tried to come
as my eyes hid the sun
and the gentleman rose to his feet
for frailty to take a seat
love hid in the shadows fearful of envy's gaze
and life was trapped in
bodies rotting in the grave
Geez, that’s not fair!
Stop growling so viciously you monster; whoa!
I’ve got to get out of here…it’s got Mom’s arm!
I jump and run for dear life and shout,
“Go pick on somebody else’s cat!”
It growled, ate part of the carpet
and died instantly.
Mom calls it a, “Cheap vacuum”,
as she pulls her hand from its’ mouth.
I’m terrified and relieved;
it didn’t chew her hand off but,
it obviously tried to swallow her whole…
it got what it deserved!
Gunfire blasts as chiseled arms and legs
begin to rotate
Getting out and kicking is the key, one
mustn't hesitate
My leg is ALL mine to run and for me to
consume total control
I must run freely and fearlessly, I must
dig deep down within the depths of my
soul
Running this race isn't about selfish pride
and egoistic glory
It's about being true, doing my part and
running so that we all may get the victory
Yes! I must be careful and ready when
the baton is passed my way
My grip must be tight, my mind focused and
my heart in it for there mustn't be any
delay
I must receive, own and hone my leg like a
true winner
If I do otherwise, then all the work done before me
will mean nothing. The headlines will read,
"LOSER"
When my leg is done, I must do the right thing
and pass the baton
A carefully administered hand-off to my teammate,
just a token of unity... an attempt to cross the finish
line as ONE
They have been mentioning using Mobile Phones whilst driving on the local BBC Radio Station. I had the urge to write the following,. As I have been struck off their page I wont be able to send them a copy, will I? Sad or what? lol
Ringing in The Cloud!
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad Author
& A Poetry Soup honourable mentioned poet.
Can you hear my mobile phone?
I’m sure I heard it ring.
I only took one hand off my steering wheel.
To answer the blinking thing!
Now I cannot hear a ring.
Up in the cloud, where I be.
I’m sure I heard my mobile phone.
Now I can’t hear a blinking thing.
Please if you are driving concentrate on that and stop being tempted to answer your mobile. Hand's free kits are better as you keep your hands where they should be working the cars controls and there are enough of them. Stay safe everyone so at the end of the day you can return home or wherever you are heading. Police are issuing 6 points on your licence plus a fine so be wise. Stanley.
You're trifling,
you're lazy as can be
You can't even take care of your own slothful self,
how in the world are you gonna support me
Hey, mister lazy bones,
I know you don't like hearing this bad four-letter word:
Work,
gets you bacon, lettuce and bread
Work,
gets your hungry belly fed
Work,
gets you in the black, out of the red
Work,
takes care of your family once you're dead
But you're so trifling,
you ain't listened to a word I just said
It's 2 in the afternoon, and you're still in bed
I bet if you were late night starving,
and surrounded by mountains of potato chips
You'd be too lazy to take your hand off your chest,
reach down and scoop up a few to your lips
You're just plain trifling,
too lazy and utterly shiftless
You leave a trail of clothes every time you undress
Well, mister trifling,
I got some late, real late breaking news:
Your suitcase is on the sidewalk;
so enjoy the big outdoors bedroom,
with a sky clock set to always stay on snooze
Whoa! A dog walker at three o'clock, damn, super bad,
and a most very pretty woman also I might add,
a pretty woman who loves dogs, something we share in common.
Opportunity is knocking, time for TheKidster to do his thing.
''Does your dog bite?'' I ask the pretty woman walking her dog,
She says, "She has never bitten any human or any other dog."
The dog almost took my hand off when I went to pet it.
''I thought you said that your dog doesn't bite!'' to her I said.
''This isn't my dog,'' she said winking, "now kindly drop dead."
Neel gazing deeply into Misha's eyes
intimate time of love
Misha is resting her head
dreaming in Neel's lap
wrapped and protected
warmth of his love
Neel caressing her head
loving all hived in his heart
over the ages after separation
sharing sweet eye lock
sat Neel and Misha
enticed by each others charm
relive those moments of love
Neel then puts his hands on Misha's
grips it in his strong one's
telling he is there
now together ever forever
Misha blushes as all this happens
sudden loud trumpet is heard
disturbs the peace of mating two
Neel took his hand off Misha's
she sits troubled on
why this happened
Neel other hand gets up on a fit
marching towards the place
leaving lonely Misha behind
a glimpse taken from my autobiographical fiction
SHADES BELOW (reunion of Neel and Misha)
Misha__me
Neel_majestic man of my dreams
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