He is playing chess at the age of five
Taught as an extra class at school
Not yet in kindergarten, but playing chess.
I ask what he likes about it.
Everything, he replies
What is your favorite piece?
The king and then the queen.
I tell him I like the knights.
The ones who make the L’s, he says.
I ponder this.
He is five.
Playing chess.
I am an impressed grandma.
it's almost october
misty mornings
foggy nights
crazy hair
i don't care
time of year
i yearn
for the echo
of drums
as they whisper
in summer rains
through mountain's tops
more so than
sunset hues in trees
peering in and out
of the thickness
of smoky air
rising from the valley
there is no music
in autumn's air
just a moan
of cold breath
lingering
beauty
befalling
to death
My cousin Anettejay uses at least one huge vocabulary word when we meet for breakfast. I think she is trying to impress me, and impress me she does.
“I think that was apprehensible,” she said to me today as we ate our pancakes.
Anettejay was referring to a mass murderer’s mode of operandi. “Don’t you?”
“Not necessarily,” I answered.
She looked horrified. “You do not think it was apprehensible?” she demanded.
“Not in my world,” I told her.
Knowing I would die before I gave up the word, reprehensible, I picked up my coffee cup and took a big swig.
Anettejay has another weird habit. She does not let something go until she thinks you have agreed with her; it is all about the win. She became distressed, and quite loud now. People were staring at us. The waitress came over and gave her two warnings to quiet down.
“Can you believe they are going to execute me out?” she asked me.
No, frankly, I could not, and I could not stop smiling either.
A teen with his sleigh on the white terrain.
The sleigh up the hill and then down again.
The sleigh clips a stump.
The sleigh slays the bump.
The smile of his dreams says “your sleigh’s insane”
1/5/2019
Same word Winter Limerick
Sponsor - Charles Messina
God Will Be Impressed
The only way that God will be impressed,
Is when all of my sins I have confessed,
On Him was reliant;
With laws compliant,
And Him in my life have always stressed.
Jim Horn
steeped on humid steps
soaked and impressed Summer leaves
— vainglorious veins
9/10/2018
Here come the tears again,
Trickling down in warm resolve, warm acceptance, and salty silence
Here they are again,
Wounding my memories in all that calls to experience’s despair
Absorbing every collapse, and every mangled misapprehension
Misunderstanding the purpose of a strong heart
For a weak moment to thrive…
Here, alone, it seems they always dissolve,
My skin moist, rippling in the thought of your absence
Crawling in the indemnity of your oblivious composure
Seeing the double door open and close,
Reaching out with a hand so anxious for you to understand
So drenched from attempting to dry these torrential tears
In time, they always dissolve into that unbearable acceptance and silence
His lips parted to speak,
Sharply, with a nervous edge
I tried to focus on his eyes, as I my own threatened to free its sorrows
And I stood there, like a fool, taking in words that would later break me...
“I was impressed.”
Were you?
Take them all!
Swim in them!
You still will never know my pain…
Did Become Deeply Impressed
Closer a poem you as reader can relate to
Clearer will be understood that is so true
Each line does become distinct and clear
While all of your worries will disappear.
One sure thing which I want to suggest
Most current poem I write will be my best
To love and enjoy never leaving behind
Because it has become fresh in your mind.
My poems won't startle or start swerving
Or near or at end become highly unnerving
Poet Laureates read them and they prefer
To read as many of them they can endure.
Poems into endless ecstasy they will send
You right down to last line of course at end
While reading inside or out when it will rain
None of them are known to drive you insane.
So this thought of mine with you want to share
All my many poems are always beyond compare
Went to heaven and with poem God I addressed;
Even he was moved and much deeply impressed.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
if thats your girl
im not impressed
you did your best
but you failed the test
its her you'll kiss
but me you'll miss
so here's a tip
you'll never fell no lips like these
when i step into the room
to get "peek-a-boo"
you made your choice quick
this time of year
you might need me
here goes my card
so call me soon
i know you will because
we just kissed in the back room
bay i want to be your everything
just like your fantasy.....
Who and what you are
Is nothing to be proud
Lacking the sensibility
Obnoxious shouts so loud
I know what you sadly seek
And the evil that clearly exists
Surrounding your body entirely
With a wicked show of fist
Your stature is all you have
Proud of being so large
Intimidating those around you
Excessive need to be in charge
No one is impressed
By the toughness and the braun
So find another method
To cover all your wrongs
© Stacy Lynn Stiles