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I'm
here
on the
point of
no return
no turning
to back-track.
It's not a place.
It's not a position.
It's a full stop, period.
It's a final decision time.
There's no dimension, space
to get a foothold, time to look back,
or to think about going back, returning
to those safer spaces to dwell and revive.
They have long since well and truly passed by.
The needle spire piercing through my soul of boot
is forcing me to take the first step to my destination,
quickly and incisively, as there is no way down from here.
There's no reverse, no going back, in time or space, only on, up.
Categories:
incisively, destiny,
Form: Free verse
A long stare at one is plain insult:
I’ve never done that to an adult,
Even one in his dying Renault,
Badly harassing him with some fault,
Wanting to end up in their own vault
Or owner dispatch to his own vault…
But should one adult spare insults,
Who has been offering open assaults
And could on a youth use catapults
With all their devastating results?
Indeed, respect is reciprocal:
On this never stop being the vocal,
Your stand points incisively focal,
Whether in town or a place local…
This for the consumption of the child
Beginning to sprout wings a bit wild…
Categories:
incisively, absence, child, language, words,
Form: Rhyme
The heavy footsteps, of mankind, have traced,
on beach and mountain, the sum of history.
Suffering and strife, the fallen have faced,
and with velvet knives, have marked incisively,
their gentile ways. The wondrous traffickings,
the taken high roads, cross the hallowed field.
The great treasures caught, with their golden rings,
the future families, with their harvest yield.
Men traversing on, one more endless mile,
and to each era countless changes bring.
Today a beggar walks, where just a while ago,
upon my breast, there walked a king!
Categories:
incisively, life,
Form: Rhyme
Reclining in her squishy plush arm chair,
flipping through the pages of her childhood fantasy book
she gazed through the broken window of her dreams
incisively to see the hidden sun amongst her dread.
The indispensable question hung in her consciousness
When did the ambitions she so longed for cease to exist?
The vivid, striking, radiant pages of her journal showcasing her
Entire life were mere memories just to be seen.
She grinned like a Cheshire cat slowly left her sanctuary of memories
Packed her bag, started her car and drove miles and miles
Till she witnessed each and every place in the world
Which no one had seen before.
Categories:
incisively, desire, dream,
Form: Free verse
FREE LUNCH
Poet, they name me, and then ask for a verse:
Especial for someone they hold in their hearts;
Rarely considering my oft empty purse -
Really a wallet, he muttered, self-conscious -
Yet brand stores for blank cards: them they’ll reimburse.
Muted thanks mumbled by even the staunchest
Coolly avoiding the pockets at haunches.
Dubious looks given freely instead
As they wonder how I can walk in their heads;
Incisively dredging soul-secrets to fore.
Dismiss me entirely until they want more.
Categories:
incisively, business, emotions, humor, hurt,
Form: Acrostic
Today as I got up and climbed down the stairs
Suddenly I tripped, and went upside down
Received minor bruises, some splits in my hair
But what’s more important, I looked like a clown
Suddenly I noticed all the world gone crazy
Men looked like kids and kids went busy
In patting their own backs, and sneering at others
While adults fought over candies and snatching their brothers’
Young ladies basked in neck-ties and collars
They had their curves flattened using road rollers
Meanwhile their boyfriends sported latest bikini range
Why belles didn't leer at them, they found it strange
Traders rushed madly to pay up their taxes
Celebs attending funerals, their tears ran excess
I rightfully felt aghast, because all a nightmare
I put off my specs, and that gave me a scare
My specs were downwards up, looked incisively hopeless
To set its focus rightly in this urban wilderness.
Categories:
incisively, humorous, irony, satire,
Form: Light Verse
In Britain, in Britain
The clock it is ticking
As people tend flowers
Or Q’s last for hours
And blood pumps and pounds
All in vain,
Our time is misleading us,
The chase is deceiving us,
How! Does it all sit in the frame?
Do we need so to scurry.
So make mundane things our worry so,
Questing for labour in vain,
And it’s how are we looking,
Is my tie on just crooked,
As the funeral rolls on in grey rain
As cold as ice water falls,
Expressions are whey or palled
Train wheels click incisively,
Paths taken divisively, and the TV shows repeat again.
Doors open or shut
At your mansion or hut
The place you’ll most likely be,
A safe bet for equity,
A capital certainty..?
"Just as long as you’re in on the game"
You won’t be a square,
You’ll be all set up there
With a letterbox under your name
That’s where it will all descend,
Offers of money lends
Tax and utility bills without end
© Joe Maverick 01-09-2010
Categories:
incisively, introspection
Form: Rhyme