The river is deep.
The river is wide.
I burned every bridge.
I’m stuck on this side.
I stand on the shore.
I’m looking across
At all that I’ve left
And all those I lost.
The river’s too fast
To wade or to swim.
And night’s coming on,
The light’s getting dim.
Cannot find a boat
To row or to sail.
I’m stuck where I am,
A self-imposed jail.
I’ve lost track of time…
How long I’ve been here.
Has it been but days
Or how many years?
Each moment’s the same,
On endless repeat.
I cannot move on.
I cannot retreat.
The river cares not,
Just endlessly flows.
Its start and its end?
Well, nobody knows.
So, here I just sit,
Impatiently wait,
And wish I had known
But, now it’s too late.
"The most eloquent silence;
that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.
~ anonymous
I'm tenderly held in your arms each night
as we meld with silent kisses in the moon's glow.
Secrets are shared beneath stars, gleaming bright.
reflecting love I see in your eyes. They tell me so.
There are no sighs nor moans of ecstasy
for only in dreams do I feel you touch my lips.
In shadowed night, your face is a mystery,
hidden from me, but not from my fingertips.
Muted kisses bring passion ~ given and taken
binding us tighter than cords of golden twine.
Each breath is a promise, not to be forsaken
and returns you to me in every dream as mine.
When I feel the warmth of morning's first light
I wake lonely, and on my pillow are spilled tears.
I impatiently wait for the lavender of twilight,
knowing you'll be there, as you have been for years.
Love, impatiently awaiting
awaiting the heart to regroup.
Regroup from all of the torment,
torment from the mirage of love.
Love can rip down your defenses
defenses that stonewall the heart.
Heart of the most giving person
person so deserving of love.
I am looking out my dining room window, overlooking the birdbath in the small garden of my flat. The arum lilies have added a new bloom—just as the last one is dying off—beside the grave marker of my pet: not just any dog, but my trusty emotional support animal. A black bird takes an early morning bath in the yet icy-cold water, while another waits impatiently for its turn.
the arum lilies
are exceptionally showy
this year—
the etymology
of my name
captured
by the S f U l Z o E w T e T r E s
it’s five months
since his passing
emotions
plumose …
Café tables on terrasse drenched in rain ~
everyone’s indoor as if on hold
waiting impatiently for the sun to come out.
April showers bring may flowers
but we aren't happy to pay the price ~
meanwhile the rain stubbornly won't let up.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
sirens on freeway
road noise is an annoyance
traffic backed up now
gawkers don’t watch road
impatiently inch forward
dreary hour wait
accidents happen
drivers are irritable
wheres the empathy
Rain, I adore, I impatiently wait for,
Like a wife awaits her husband from war.
Sloshing, splashing scintillating drops,
Soothing my skin with hopes
along with my smudged heart,
Rain, my first love, my sweetheart.
Laying on the gullible grass,
Staring at the sublime sky,
Thinking of life's dreams made of glass,
As the drops fall, lifting me to fly.
After the sky is clear,
Leaving the earthy smell
That to my heart is so dear.
Freesias, nasturtiums and bluebells.
The sun, masquerading behind creamy clouds,
Willows are not weeping, rain swept away their doubts.
Wisterias are waltzing with the wind,
Gardenias and Geraniums grinned.
What a joy it is to be a mortal!
Life, a mix of smiles, beauty and chortles.
With skateboard tight in hand, his hair cut to the skull,
he takes long drags on cigarettes, flinging each butt
with an easy flick of fingers.
At five feet, slim, in sockless sneakers large for a boy
his size and age, lost in oversized cloths new to his
adolescence, his trousers barely hang on his half
exposed rear, (the latest fad), he moves impatiently
back and forth, spuming cigarette smoke like whale spews
mist from its blow hole, waiting for an older boy, his clone.
Darkness soon smoothers the park and the boy’s clone
appears and they vanish into the night puffing away on
a stronger sweet-scented smoke, laughing, leaving a trail
of quickly fading obscenities. About to leave, my nostrils
catch a whiff of a sweet but unknown drug mixed with
the scent of newly blossomed lilacs, and I quickly snort
and cough it out, recalling something from my boy days
not unlike an odor of premature fruit gone rotten.
"When stars align, and you're on track, she's all signs of the Zodiac"
~ the author, after a twelve-pack
If in your heart (a paradise) I'd delve,
'twould multiply my love for you by twelve.
I would be declared by any jury
completely mad, in a trice or hurry.
Your voice rings in a dulcet twelve-tone scale.
Your eyes enchant and wink behind a veil.
Each hour's an eternity on the clock,
as I wait, impatiently, to unlock
the latch on your affection's secret door,
I'll do the tasks of Heracles and more.
My Guinevere, the queen of ev'ry knight,
my love ever burns for you, twelve times bright.
Life mirrors the ocean's flow, skimming,
turning, burning, and then churning
below it thrusts and bursts forth
impatiently, then spreads,
searching and reaching
for the unknown,
befuddled,
baffled,
dazed
by
seeking,
pursuing
secret corners,
returning to light
our pathway before it
dives to black recesses
once again obscuring our dreams,
pondering what it cannot resolve.
Hot Breath
excited crowd waits impatiently
earthquakes shake the ground
lava heated boiling water
pushes towards the surface
hot steam spews from the vent
anticipation grows, ready for the eruption
a mighty whoosh and the vented steam
reaches for the blue sky
for a duration of ninety seconds
the crowd is awed by natures power
with a gurgle the steam cloud
settles back into the earth to await
another cycle
Infiltrated is what I rate it
the taking of our government raided
The voice of the President,
"It's gold plated."
Yet the relief of a nation
Is being impatiently waited
Jannes and Jabrese the officials they sent
Without anyone knowing what they represent
The ceasure of records, control
and the moneys being spent
All the good causes good government would grant
The poor and the widow are under attack
But I know one thing that they lack
The Moses of today will fight with the facts
And an army will drown at the seas collaps
It won't be long, this vicious attack
Those who are out numbered
will be trapped like rats
And justice will be bragging "I'm back, I'm back!"
My God, it’s filled of stars.
That twinkle and shine with each luminescent bulb affixed to their body
With their blue and white moon-glazed skin that contracts the inky nothingness that follows
It’s filled with little people,
Or whatever they are, specks, molecules, aliens,
feelings.
Floating on their own journey though this world. Aggravated at earth
for her inhabitants attacking a helpless woman, and
Leaving her to the wolves of the universe.
Its filled with celestial connect-the-dots,
Where they wait, impatiently, for dreamers to trace their meaning
And make sense of dots on a page.
Its filled with us
In our little designated corner of the room
And our laughter that radiates across the atmosphere.
Being heard from many rooms and up stairs and out the front door
of her home.
Picked up his coat—
And umbrella
Not forgetting his hat
(Oh! How much he loves it)
Dad tiptoed out of the room
Looking back;
Every single step.
What’s he trying to see?
Maybe Louise—
Or perhaps; me!
Where is he even going?
(In the rain)
I could guess less
He was too sullen—
To notice I was awake.
There was another;
I don’t know him.
(This strange fellow)
All this while; he had been impatiently waiting for dad—
“Are you ready yet?”
He asked
Dad looked back at our house,
One more time
And nodded a “yes!”
He started walking—
So swiftly out of sight
As though never to return
And it was his last
Another day goes by
I sit rather impatiently awaiting its bright light
Was it circumstance or plainly my tenacious misfortune?
Hundred of times for them, I tried
And each time, I felt my sobs dry
My chest starts to ache as my heart silently breaks
A melodious voice whispers my name
The warmth of the harmony that resonates with me
Steadily I prepare my mind to be
Alas hope awaits me!
No more room to mope
I chase after it, venturing into the kind shadows of the unknown
Deeper and deeper I go, losing my sense of direction back
Finally I'll be accepted.
××××
All my stars have gone dim
And hope has shut his lips it seems
The darkness surrounds me
It's getting so cold
I'm all alone
With no one to hold
The shackles that confine my limbs tug on tighter
Can't cry, can't be happy
Was this the end I dreamed so dearly of?
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