Not for any contest.
The large airplane wobbled slightly,
Someone just screamed impolitely.
An announcement urged all for calm,
Lying was she without a qualm.
The airplane wobbled scarily,
Outside a storm raged terribly.
In vain the speaker asked for calm,
Someone began to pray a Psalm.
The first pilot announced his plight
Ordered someone switch off the light.
Bags and sachets put on the ground,
Seat belts a must, no change around.
A quick landing was now a must,
All in God had to pray and trust.
Luckily a large field spotted.
The plane landed, all exhausted.
Up above the moon shines brightly;
starlight touches earth so lightly;
passions teasing impolitely.
Midnight whispers, “Carpe noctem.”
Blowing soft the summer breezes
through her hair as nighttime pleases,
and the moonlight softly teases.
Voices urging, “Carpe noctem.”
Standing close our bodies facing;
hand in hand our fingers lacing;
gentle touches, hearts are racing.
Longings begging, “Carpe noctem.”
Wonder where her thoughts are leading;
do my eyes reveal my pleading?
Will she, with her voice conceding,
whisper softly, “Carpe noctem?”
January 10, 2022
Carpe Noctem - Latin for "seize the night"
Poem of the Week - January 16, 2022
One relative commanders every family meal
regaling us with stories we have heard
Six thousand times already.
They might have been interesting or funny at one time.
I do not remember that time.
Do we have to invite him? I ask people.
They are shocked. I am the bad one now.
Great Uncle Dozer never pauses for a drink or a bite.
He gobbles his food quickly,
So he can do all of the talking.
The rest of us are too socialized to try to butt in
After the thousandth try.
When he finally takes a breath
We all start talking at once,
Rudely and impolitely interrupting each other.
When we try to do that to him, he just gets louder.
This may be his last Christmas the grown-ups say,
Let’s be charitable. Let’s listen to him one more time.
Uncle Dozer is one hundred and six years old.
Not looking forward to Thanksgiving.
It’s highly unlikely I'd want you to like me sticking your nose in my business,
too then go write me word impolitely a view subjectively witnessed,
condemn my behaviour speak like the saviour off to the high road in bliss,
ignorant with no hold on yourself arrogantly involved with myself why not resist,
because,
condemning aloud stokes the fire evoking a vile to carry on with,
new words feed flames you div so an incite all I give,
you stoked the fire let flames enlighten,
don't get involved when others are fighting.
It's Stupid.
He said we said she said they said we said
What?
He said we said she said they said we said.
I roll my eyes, politely.
Laugh impolitely.
Redirect them, but in a nice way, after all, I have already been rude.
There are dinosaurs, constellations, theories, and languages to study.
There are words on every page of the dictionary you do not know.
There are poems you have not read, songs you have not sung.
This ‘he said we said she said they said we said’ stuff is
A waste of your time.
You are much more intelligent than this.
Oh, they say.
We did not know better.
But now you do, I assure them.
Ideas, ideals, ideologies.
So much more interesting than gossip.
And much more satisfying too.
Ideas instantly infest imaginations
& it could lead to inqueries
From imbusiles with iffy intelligence
There indecision will never get em
In position to be anything more
Than inconsistent, if that
Still irritated with my own irresponsibility
As an individual I intend to illustrate
Intellect that intercepts incorrect
Information before it can get, in a head
Incapable of storing it, because once it's said
Then it's left, to your own interpratation
I hate when idiots impolitely interrupt
With insignificant stuff that sounds ignorant
Inconvienent to hear
And impossible to understand
And has been insincere since the infancy
Of its inception, industries are built on if's
If you can do this for me, your in
If not someone else will happily fill your seat
Kick rocks
Inch by inch i introduce my intentions
To wreck wreckless MC's
That immatate me way to much
And this can lead to serious injuries
In a sleep only insomniacs would dream of
Now isnt that intresting,
I intervine on impressive instrumentals
In order to insert my two cents in
Justust because its inexpensive
All i's on me
My pillow sings the blues
of a night spent unused
as sleep, my fickle companion,
impolitely refused
Not a crease mars the linen
nor a dream’s birth was given
The sleepless night was spent
with a book, its binder bent
Pages read and explored
in a tale without reward
As love found no blending
in a story of war unbending
another thief in the night
an ending that wasn’t right
The light of morning’s arrival
finds for me, no revival
Oh sleep, my wretched friend
bid me now no denial
©Debra Squyres 2013
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