I sit, legs crossed, typing away
Doing homework, my hair uncombed
Listening to songs I don’t love but don’t hate
And I stare out the window and wonder,
Is there something more than this?
And my fingers type away
In a never-ending game
It’s raining. I feel nothing
Writing bad poems in the dark, and I wonder,
Is there more to me than this?
Procrastination, adrenaline, headphones,
Cell phones, whiteboards, deodorant,
Romance, hardback books, college, drama,
Movies, concerts, lectures, hormones,
And I wonder,
Is there more to youth than this?
My thoughts are scattered, my eyes unfocused
My brain stretched in five directions
And I don’t know who to be
Because we’re pebbles in a muddy stream
And in a world of distractions, 8 billion voices ask,
Is there more to life than this?
Afternoon Soiree
a radiant sunflower adorned her reddish hair
while she was sitting in her hardback chair.
she asked me for a block of cheddar cheese
so, she could eat it with some ease.
I watched her slowly open up her satchel
and pull out a crystal wine glass so fragile.
she asked me for some vintage wine
I had plucked from my only grape vine.
she put her two bare feet on the pavement
found it too hot to her amazement.
she said this soiree I am quitting
to go inside and finish knitting.
Lost & Found
David J Walker
The hardback book bore a
Certain air of confidence
Of the permanence
Of its presence
In a library’s dust
Thrust high
Upon a back shelf
Waiting for the curious
To rediscover the order
of its letters
and the messages
hidden in its pages
in a thousand years
one hundred sages
will work on
reinterpretations
If your life is a story what will be your titled page?
Will it be just a kindle format or a hardback
I wonder what the pages would spell like
May be of mystery, misery, love, hate, shelter or war
Will there be children crying on the front headlines;
Riots .Or will there be flowers planted on the front
pages to tell how beautiful your emotion is, may be
berries .will it be a blue berry or red berry .Or a rose
flower. Will the pages speak for themselves.
If your life was a book what will you name it?
Will it be a novel or a novela, a play or poem
An essay or a memoir written
Will it be in rhymes, a sonnet, an epic or just free verses
I wonder if it will be a photocopy of another man's pages
Will the chapters spell love or hatred , well spent or regret
Who will be in your acknowledgement?, and
dedicated to who?
Will you be the hero or villain, the Jack or Rose ,
the Romeo or Juliet
Achilles, Hector, Paris, or Helen of Troy
If your life was a book what will you name it
What would the world read of it?
Please Tell!!!
By Gideon Idudje
old bookshelves dwindle
one page holds all ~ big swindle
new hardback kindle
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Bookshop Poetry Contest
10/3/2021
Syllable counter PS 5/7/5
"Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself.."
I create;
Memories a hardback of signature moments
Bliss to bottoms, lust to love,
Heartache to redemption
“Every story I create, creates me”
As nature colors my distraction scenes
A peace only its stillness
Gives me my history
“Every story I create, creates me”
When death enters existence
A cold wind on bareback skin
A common presence taken
“Every story I create, creates me”
Were love is a brass instilment
to be declared cleverly loud
So others can touch it
“Every story I create, creates me”
MY pen reacts to reality to move
A stranger from coded words
Where God works me
“Every story I create, creates me”
Books are a marvellous learning tool
so much info that one can gain
for your benefit and own satisfaction
it's amazing what can be stored in the brain
So many different types and kinds
some paperback and hardback to choose
new in this tech age you get ebooks
on kindle its so simply easy to use
There's something special in even a touch
especially hardbacks seem lovely to hold
so very much like a woman of beauty
you don't want to let it go just wish to behold
Many a book are slim and shapely
reminds one of that girl you used to know
having lost your effect on such a beauty
memories of romantic nights sensually aglow
My favs are God centred, bio and history
books that take me on a love affair
hold me in their grasp so very tight
full of pages that pin me in my chair
A hardback novel
color thou art can't be of other
leave, resign from this mastered shelter
I can't tell what my heart acquire
only a tempting scale a lonely wire
shall i even think of a plan
or maybe not I better hide, I can
that smooth groove remain
an some other undesired fain
thou will is yet all i long to touch
nary i know I'll never.
The book that’s my absolute favorite
is the most effective by far
after all my years of stuttering
having left many a inward scar
‘The treatment of stuttering’ on hardback
written by the renowned Charles van Riper
a former severe stuttered now it’s master
so hoping could be my stuttering wiper
Having tried many therapies in my life
none had much effect upon my tongue
so now in my early 60s one last fling
giving it my all so full must be my lung
CVP was leading speech pathologist
with this book showed his learned light
working out his pre-block modification
hoped this technique be my speaking sight
Now since my study of this therapy
can get coffee on my very own
this indeed is a huge forward step
so now make on to next milestone
The fears of past now receding
thanks be to God for His intervention
directing me to get hold of this book
giving me the way to speech correction
('The treatment of Stuttering' by Charles van Riper (1905-1994)
Speech Pathologist and former severe stutterer.)
As I Recall, is a collection of humorous and heartfelt short stories and poetry sharing moments from a life full of laughter and love. I have long wanted to record memories of my childhood for family and friends. But, I was so busy with life, I didn't take the time. I'm older now, and have even more to share. And, I'm a grandfather who feels a desperate need to preserve memories of his life for another generation. Early in the process, I discovered more than a need to leave something for the family. I found a new voice that was filled with colorful and descriptive passages to deliver my messages. The voice has an understanding of the human spirit base upon experiences as a son, brother, friend, husband, father and teacher.
I hope you find this book entertaining, compassionate and as much fun to read as it was to write. Maybe it will inspire you to write a book of your own.
Ray Dillard
May 19, 2013
This is the introduction from my book. It is available online from numerous bookstores in soft cover, hardback and ebook formats. Look it up and read sample stories to find out if the introduction is adequate. RAY
Come on in, come on in
when it rains it pours
young and old, in, in
"on the road, running"
echoing on the speakers
warmth seeping through the vent
two girls play w/dolls in
the back, hidden world of the
mind
some are in from the cold
a warm escape
other peer through frosted
glass, wishing, hoping
when it rains it pours
hopefully this wont be
the last time
but it is
hold onto this precious
moment, like your hiding
onto that Starbucks cup
that hardback book
hold onto hope
Dusty lonely antique chair
lost your lustre modern fare
whittled wooden hardback saddle
broken wheeled tipping mantle
Covering floor with aged graces
missing party interfaces
one time sat a master...mistress,
now forgotten sitting listless
What accounts you must bestow
stories written young and old
ledgers full of erudition,
...alphabetic composition
Once a time of well oiled use
forgotten,time has made recluse....