Let me try, spoon-feed me nor ever teach,
My big mouth said, help me reach to my bridge
Like olden-day gurus who would not preach,
Help me smooth out if you find a rough ridge
That allowed little light of truth to reach,
Stop utter darkness from declaring siege.
Just guide, help me old blockages to breach,
Let if some light enters from jutted ledge,
Just see, no doubts come from unforeseen edge.
I love exploring depths far from the beach
And acquire untapped ocean of knowledge,
Which, since childhood has been my quenchless itch….
Heck, wishing just a helping hand to stretch,
How I got grabbed, a self-goal, easy catch!
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Sonnet | 05.08.2017 | humour
Note: I just wanted to give her a helping hand in her household chores, hoping to prove that I was not like others. But for my big mouth! As they say in Hindi: aa bail mujhe maar, a fool is always caught in his own words, this tongue-in-cheek sonnet shows.
Categories:
jutted, humor, wife,
Form: Sonnet
Sherman the snowman wanted a potbelly stove of gray.
He said I want to warm my hands in an igloo today.
His relatives were negative, they tried to discourage him.
But he stood a bit taller, sucked in his gut and jutted out his chin.
He was determined to warm his hands if he could.
Wish he’d change his mind, his mother said, I wish that he would.
But Sherman wanted what he wanted, and he stood by the heat.
And he slowly disappeared, into a puddle so incredibly sweet.
Categories:
jutted, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Quatrain
Today we were meeting at a restaurant to celebrate me.
Being SEVENTY! I chose the restaurant – six miles from my house.
I was the first one there because they had to drive thirty minutes.
I had strict instructions. Ask for a place away from other people.
I did not ask.
The hostess led me to a private alcove that jutted away from the others.
I love it when things like this happen!
I got to look like a heroine to Eloise
Who had given me the serious instruction.
No use in telling her it was not my doing.
My three friends came in wearing masks.
They were the only ones wearing them.
I am glad to say that I looked normal like the others.
Categories:
jutted, irony,
Form: Free verse
I am the shadow person
leaning against the brittle stone coughed wall
an ember amber
occasionally catching on the jutted edges
of an nearly human face
stumbling from one shadow waterfall
to next
none turn the head
for fear
i am looking back
Categories:
jutted, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You knew I was coming for you, little one.
You knew it the second a voice echoed from the static.
Come, little one, come into the rainbow light.
You were wise to stay away.
But with you, the Omicron has decided to play.
Shoving my head through the screen
my teeth jutted out of my face.
Come, little one, come into the rainbow light.
The brightly-hued static glimmered in my gaping maw.
You lifted a tiny finger.
I snatched it away.
You screamed in shock
but nobody could hear you.
It was just you
the static
and the Omicron.
You
the static
and me.
Categories:
jutted, anxiety, character, scary,
Form: Free verse
A temptation unlike myself unfurls
(Everyone’s here asking if I was in the hospital)
The shadow of movement has passed on,
And a cold electric scatters away from a scorched tree.
Our mutual acquaintance says hello to me again,
He was at the rehearsal and said you wanted us all to be closer
Why hasn’t your mother shown up yet?
I’m leaving this place hating you,
And I hear that you think we’re best friends
The sun strays out from beyond a great building jutted into an afternoon breeze.
Categories:
jutted, age, best friend, nature,
Form: Free verse
I flew over Bryce Canyon my wings fully spread in a gentle glide
as I marveled at the view below. It wasn't the first time but it always
felt like it. I flapped my wings to ascend even further and consume
even more of the landscape. The weather chiseled rock that always
reminded me of sandcastles children sculpted at the seashore.
I loved the fragrance of the pine trees that neatly grew amongst the
rocks and the white and golden blend of colors that jutted here and there
against an ever changing sky. I suppose if they could see me - humans
would gasp at the sight of an Angel and me well I still gasp at all that
God created for the pleasure of mankind.
22~12~2014
With Love
Maurice Yvonne
Categories:
jutted, giving,
Form: Prose
It was so long ago,
when I had first gazed upon the snow,
and heard the western wind blow ----
to sing again in some unknown tongue,
Tis in this time of old I feel so young;
of these things so fresh
and never spent,
where truth makes its home
That the old sky is cold and gray,
in the wetted eve of end day;
the spindly fingers of trees
jutted and naked do not pretend
as if praying to wisdom do they lend ----
Spirits of night and snow,
I am ancient in birth,
where truth makes its home
Categories:
jutted, time, truth, winter, ,
Form: Rhyme
His ribs jutted out,
His body was gaunt.
A living skeleton,
A sight that would haunt.
He drank from muddy waters,
And ate the dirt of the street.
He walked on cracked hooves,
His body was cold, without heat.
He came to a little cottage,
After wandering up a dusty road.
The starved horse was on its last legs,
He was dying, it showed.
Inside the little old house,
A wrinkled widow cried.
Her body was still strong,
But she was broken inside.
Broken from the loss,
Of many a loved one.
She had no company now,
Not a daughter, nor a son.
She looked out her window,
To see a sad sight.
The horse's body was fading,
Its eyes, almost without light.
Her heart was filled with pity,
She decided to care for the creature.
With plenty of food and love,
His starvation she could cure.
The horse brought her happiness,
As his body began to heal.
Her heart was being repaired,
With her sadness, she could now deal.
She never gave him a name,
And she knew she could never ride.
But she had healed him on the outside,
And he had healed her inside.
Categories:
jutted, hope, uplifting, heart, body,
Form: Rhyme
NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS
Hot air balloons – that’s resolutions
Large and attractive, impressive to begin
You rise with upturned gaze and jutted chin
And filled with hopeful expectations
They can last for months or send
You on an odyssey without end
They can help you over obstacles with ease
Carry you safe across troubled seas
But you’ve got to keep them refueled
Got to steer them away from being cooled
Don’t let them be punctured by actions careless
Don’t tire of watching their progress.
Glory in their possibilities, admire their shape
Their ascent has limitless scope.
You may rise further than you ever thought,
See things you never dreamed or sought
Reach for the limits of your being while up there.
Real things, not pie-in-the-sky.
Resolutions can be almost anything you try.
Or they can simply be hot air.
Categories:
jutted, inspirational
Form: Couplet
The morning sky drips of
spiraling particles of shattered
spinning, roaming tears
dew drips from the eyes of
the Gypsy clouds in the
skies.
Harmonic sighs weave the
song of centuries told
of the travelers of the sky.
Trellis of puffed swirly
cotton candy billow
pillows floating by.
Star jutted pockets
gathered the flow
and the stair case of
heaven shadow steps
of a wild rhythmic dance.
Violin strings and
tambourine beats
hush you can see
and feel her presence
so near.
In the sunbeam
that broke through
the skies into this new
morning dressing the
earth in her wild
roaming cries.
Thick rich honey
notes of dew of particles of
shattered crystalline
tears she waters the
morning in her spirit
she floats away
in serene silence.
A gypsy rose of such
velvet petal beauty
her heart roams
in the skies
up high.
Categories:
jutted, imagination, nature,
Form: Free verse
Uncouth and hideous,
the large yellow denture,
that jutted out like poles,
those undulating skin folds,
that scarred the face,
those slanted muddied eyes,
those swollen colorless lips,
and haywire hairs that stood like a demon crown,
everyone saw this guy and had a frown,
so did I,
in fact I was not ready for second meeting,
but had to as we both worked at the same place,
his first words were mellifluous,
his demeanour so subdued,
when he helped along,
he got you going,
and nothing less,
I saw his yellow denture vanish,
they now appeared regular,
he won me with his manner,
not near but far,
slowly his scars were gone too,
and his eyes turned benevolent,
he had remained just as I had met,
it is only that I had changed.
Categories:
jutted, inspirational, life, philosophy, yellow,
Form: Free verse