Inching Poems | Examples

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no5 final jive

Still hope we can cope

With the nope

Don’t give a damn plan

From that Tandoori tan

Obscene Tangerine dope

Jackanory Mandarin Man


That trope..like to be Pope

Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope 

To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope

Just give Mr Grope enough Rope


Opined women..a frump 

If they mind.. some bump & grind

Half inching while pinching their rump


The darkness descends


Besotted with anything cosseted

Rotted or garrotted by design

But sign on the dotted line

Raise a 'Stein" of wine


Knaves..slaves.. saved

From the craze & blaze 

Of this moral maze & haze

Extinguished by depraved waves 

From distinguished graves


Denies his demise is nigh

Popularity sky high he lies


Bliss as the remiss abyss 

Of hiss and diss ends

Thanks to a sly bit of 

Wry Fab Four rapport


No not you say hello...but yes I say goodbye

Off with his head the French might have said

Cos we've read we'll get by instead 

With a little help from his (dead) friends

Hope

Hope sat beside me, she took me by the hand, 
She whispered her encouragement then wrote love in the sand.
Despair came inching closer, all ready for the fight, 
But love who stood right next to me 
Stood tall in all her might 

Despair came barging in one day 
It was the month of May
She was so uninvited 
She thought she’d have a say

But Hope had lived a long long life 
She was with me entwined 
She’d wrestle all calamities 
And leave them all behind.

my sneaky boobs

My boobs are sneaky
inching themselves toward the floor
they were once firm and perky
now they are flabby giant jello blobs
stretching toward ground zero
whether I am looking or not
do I care?
worse.
Not only do I not care
I am no longer amused by them

The Man and his Dog

They walked very slowly,
The man and his pet;
The dog, with a harness,
Was ailing and yet

Each morning I’d see them,
Both inching along,
The limbs maybe weak
But the life force still strong.

You saw their connection,
The man leaning close
And giving support
In a much-needed dose.

We never conversed,
At least not ‘til today,
When I spotted the man,
All alone, on his way.

“Where’s your dog?’ without thinking,
I just blurted out,
Though the answer, “She passed,”
I’d expected, no doubt.

When I said I was sorry,
He thanked me and said,
“She was near 17,”
Then he lowered his head

And he walked away slowly,
But not like before,
Having no one who needs
His support anymore.

My Heart, Felled as a Tree

Deprived of your love I become a will-o-the-wisp,
a ghostlike entity, whose illumination has faded
with the echoing of your final word, "Goodbye."
Not a daunting wisp of the shimmering kind,
nor one to haunt or harm. Feel no alarm from me
for I am no longer whole, the woman I used to be.

Without your hand to hold, your lips to kiss, 
your arms enfolding me close to your chest,
there would be no love to quell my need.
Desire would wither like a forsaken seed.
Felled, would be my heart as if it were a tree.
The brokenness of me would be conceded,
left alone to live with yearning and in misery.

My heart would die a little each day,
without hope of being resurrected.
Its beat would slow, severely impeded.
I would live in a grayling world on my own
where Winter winds would chill my bones.
I would stand on the edge of a frozen lake
contemplating inching my way to the middle,
knowing water flows there, swiftly to the sea.
A break in the ice would end my heartache
as I ride on the current like a felled tree.

nakedly afraid of the truth

your footsteps beat with lightning and thunder
inching closer with each bolt
as i feel your figure at my feet
i don’t dare turn my shoulder
for you might be there
with black soulless eyes
a clever grin
your hands by your sides
so i rush with caution
as the streets start to desert throughout the town
the clicks of your footsteps seem to fade
my shoulders exhale with ease
as my grip loosens around my keys
i breathe out in release 
before firm fingers hold me close
i turn to ice
as clocks stop their tick
my feet stay planted
there i am staring
frozen wide eyed towards you
my heart pumping in my ears
i pull 
i twist
i shout
i scream
until all that as left is my voice
you tug towards me
as my pride leaves
inch by inch
fabric and cloth
bare and broken
wet drops move down my aching limbs
i am left glued to the floor
then all time continues once more
left behind me is you
who has taken what i never knew.

The eyes and soul never lie

When i look into another's eyes
I can see their soul 
All their worries 
All their troubles 
And all their pain 
Even all their scars 
It's a story that hasn't been shown or told truthfully
We can't hide from others seeing it
So we just hide our eyes
And not make eye contact 
But what good does it do
When someone can see through it all
No matter how hard you try to hide 
Should you look back at them
Or should you subside your true self from them 
As they continue to look at you 
Your mind goes into a vast pool of inquiry
As you ponder yourself 
With the thought of them staying or leaving once you look back and show vulnerability
As you continue to scurry away the closer they become 
With each step you take they're right there too inching closer than ever before 
They know how you feel
They know how you move 
They know how you cope 
They see what you want and need 
With every blink they understand your true desires 
With every breath they hear you speak
For that the eyes and soul never lie

A City Bus or Train

Ride a city bus or train 
And you will get a sense
Of humankind of every strain - 
Behold the evidence:

The old, the young, the thin, the fat,
The handicapped, the frail,
The homeless, jock or spoiled brat,
The baby set to wail.

The strollers hogging too much space,
The walkers inching past,
The bodies crushed up everyplace
Until your stop - at last!

You exit, glad to be outside
And grateful you can walk,
But that's the price you pay to ride
On transit in New Yawk.

RISING

Rising

I rise to see the rising of our sun,  ‘tho only
To begin with, a fat quarter of her,
For she is in great  part hidden,
Blocked by a line of trees.  She comes…
 A spark of flame 
Inching higher above the horizon 
Before my eyes,  presenting her face: 
A pulsing, glowing  nectarine orange
With a thin, berry-red rim,
Beneath  the still winking
 Dozns of stars  — 
  Only a minute from disappearing,
Taking away the remains 
Of the night that brought the day…
Until, as I write, the sun rises to
Nearly fully round, 
But she now wears a mask — 
Appearing not like our sun, but
Instead, like a sister moon
With her hot colors blanched, to look out
Wth a mother-of-pearl face
 Made so before me by a wind-blown 
Stream of clouds  skimming 
Past the line of trees
Whose new, Spring-born leaves, 
I can see in silhouette,
Quivering…

  



(c) s.y.eslinger 5/22/2024

P p 3

Hello kids it me again back to share my own lifes gleanings.Been sick as a 
Sick dog.I am mourning,heartbroken and dealing with one assault on the body after another .This weeks guest Norwalk virus.You aint lived till you have embraced this near death experience.No exageration.Stomach cramps so severe unable to stand homoerectus.Thought I had threw my midback out during one attempted 8 second ride of gastronomic convulsions.Linda Blair had nothing on my performance.Dry heaves so bad I feared turning  inside out like an item prepared for the wash as my mind toyed with the idea of just passing out.Fought this as aspiration not on my to do list.
Diaphram still sore to the touch and inching my way into real food.News flash if any have or know of anybody suffering in similar fashion tell them no dairy for at least two weeks as the receptors to handle it last to come back on line in the gut.And how have you been ?

Thaw the Wintry Snow

Winter has cast its strangling hold inside and outside.
The joys I have known are gone.
Cold winds blow bleak and harsh.
The flowers in my garden have wilted and withered.
All things sweet have passed and flown away.
Flakes of snow, layer on layer, lie piled within,
And harden as rocks with worms of fear inching their way,
To eat away all the delicate buds of hope.

Spring, Oh! Spring grace me with your regal smile,
Brightening my sky with constellations of stars.
Crash down the walls that segregate, leaving me a fugitive,
And pour love's balm into my bruised soul.
Possess me as an unseen benevolent spirit,
Thawing the frozen interiors with your warm sunshine!

STARS OF CLARITY

Doubts crept
Ever slowly
Inching up my spine
A silent moon
Peered
From behind
Dark clouds

A shadow lingered
On my soul
Temptingly
Tantalizing

A shudder
Cagily
Clenched
My chest
Tore out my heart
Held it
Before the hidden moon

Its thundering longing
Beseeching
The stars of clarity
With a pounding
Ferocity

The moon
Applauding
In an awakening
Sky

Fishing Holiday

Fishing Holiday

A kingfisher sitting on the old harbour wall
Listening to the geese from the mud flats call
I'm here for some sea fishing until after the thaw
Braced against the north wind so cold and raw

No Kamikaze diving into a frozen pond
The quickest route through to a life beyond 
I need to cut a hole to fish with rod and line
To catch minnows like an Eskimo for my  tea time

A sound of crunching from the lake what can it be
I fly over the marsh to take a look and see
Two swans are on the salt lagoon a winter wonderland 
I watch from the sluice gate where the water is damned 

The leaders pushing through the thick sea ice
Slowly inching forward, heroic self-sacrifice 
Jet propulsion is required, web feet redesigned 
Whilst tail end Charlie swims serenely behind  

The Buntings skating through the reeds ask me to stay
But I've frost bitten feathers and don't want to play
The brochure promised beaches and sunshine every day
I am flying further south for my next Seaside holiday

Keyhaven Marshes, 17th January 2023

Firefly

The way that fireflies are captured in a jar.

And they say “just one more firefly, I guess.”

And the firefly is glowing weakly, so they try not to laugh.

They are making me dizzy with their kind words.

In that cloying way.

I’m here, I’m here.

I think they know I’m still here.

Wondering how they are all so dazzling.

Together, they are dazzling.

Inching away from them,

So that I can feel the mellow landscape.

The endless landscape.

Where the trees are calm, and never chatter.

Where closeness does not exist.

Take Some Time

On the East River’s waterway
 looking over the Hudson Bay
Under Brooklyn’s “Welcome” neon sign
 passing some time away

Drivers on the B.Q.E.
 stuck in the red light car brake haze
Commuters inching their way back home
 in a worker zombie traffic daze

(Chorus)
	Take some time to step aside
	 and let the world pass on by
	Take the time to realign
	 and to be with the ones you love

Manhattan’s glazed canyon walls
 are sidewalk scene reflections
Murals of the myriads rushing
 in every which way directions

On a web of interconnections
  the rhythm of riding subway rails
The crush moves toward their destination:
 the weekend furlough from rush hour hell

(Chorus)
	Take some time to step aside
	 and let the world pass on by
	Take the time to realign
	 and to be with the ones you love

Sitting on the promenade
 you glow with the lights on the bay
Slowly sipping our fine red wine
 enjoying some time away

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