Time is not lineal – in fact,
often stops and starts with
the pendulum of the heart
races ahead when joy
suffering can latch on and
drag with all the sympathy
of a rabid pit-bull – or divorce
lawyer
don’t know that I want to imagine
eternity – thinking it best I leave
that burden to God....
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All Refrains Are Not Poetry
We refrain from thinking of Time
as a limited commodity; but for
mortals, it may very well be. We tan
away on beaches, the Crap Tables
of Vegas – arguing with our loved
ones – tick, tick, tick. Overworking
can be negative. “Take time to be Holy” --
We imagine a blessed eternity to
compensate for questionable predilections.
Wasting of Time. Wasting of Time.
Tall steeples and stained glass pictorials
are spiritually transcending. Let’s hope,
if there is a heaven, that heaven is
yet indulgent of vintage intoxications.
My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
leapt onto my lap and purred in a jittery fashion because,
a whiff of marked shift in daily routine,
she did pick up from my nonverbal long body waves,
each earnest habit once set in stone an absent without trace,
my darling pet so alert would detect the slightest tweak,
and spell out how the goal post now astir smelt fishy,
Hamilton, a character so utterly oozes otherworld charm,
as is the wont of divine feline species beyond limit,
and with impishness a constant in the past this pet of mine,
would latch on to each prized item as if driven to whisk them away,
that guilt free shrewd smirk infernal innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t bug, irk, upset one so precious as you,
or tear at your tender heart haphazardly in an inane quest,
for nose-rubbing notice, deep bond playful jest,
as I peer in awe at that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
a misty eyed me recalled her fond cat laugh bag of tricks,
yet to hear a taxi outside beep is a less than warm reminder,
that I must depart though unwilling from Hamilton’s grasp,
bursting into a sob as she stared from the stair top
Borman and Anders and Lovell have gone around the moon
And charter trips in rocket ships may well be starting soon
We've reached a time in history that's called the lunar age
A frantic race to conquer space has now become the rage
Meanwhile down here on Mother Earth things haven't changed one bit
We bomb and raid what we have made led on by some half-wit
Man doesn't stop and try to save the treasures that are near
Let's lock the latch on the booby hatch—the loony age is here
A Drink of Let Go
Hardy Levis shorts
Stuckup seesaw
Let go of forgot
Now playing
To my mistakes Sounds of chord Shapes in time
Echo at the end before
The meeting has begun
I can't let go
I say what is life
On any casual day
Will I miss the flowers and the.trees
There's a girl over there
we latch on instantaneously
To each others soul
Maybe she can help Maybe setup my life
Maybe I can live again and always do whats right
But I am really living in someone else's dream
Iam seen praying to a human replicator
Praying not to be changed
Serving mischief
Marinated reefer
Wrapped up and traded for gunpowder
The money man
Final wish
Shark food
"When stars align, and you're on track, she's all signs of the Zodiac"
~ the author, after a twelve-pack
If in your heart (a paradise) I'd delve,
'twould multiply my love for you by twelve.
I would be declared by any jury
completely mad, in a trice or hurry.
Your voice rings in a dulcet twelve-tone scale.
Your eyes enchant and wink behind a veil.
Each hour's an eternity on the clock,
as I wait, impatiently, to unlock
the latch on your affection's secret door,
I'll do the tasks of Heracles and more.
My Guinevere, the queen of ev'ry knight,
my love ever burns for you, twelve times bright.
Pleased since the first time I saw your face
Shallow breathing, I hesitate
But you breathe for me
Face to face
You melt in my eyes
Beautiful hair that intertwines
With my finger tips
Panting slow
I kiss your lips
What is your name
What is in a name
Take mine
I denounce it
Give me a new one
Let us make our own names
Let our bodies do what hands do
I love you
Though I am shy
I latch on
I hold strong
Oh God let this be the one
Let heaven hear me
Let stars fall at his feet
Let the number of sand
Be the many ways he adores me
Let my heart be in sync
I just want exist in his arms
Wear his ring
Bear his children
Live and be his
Know and know he is mine.
The funnies are stealing back into my soul
They've never really strayed very far
Both love and laughter make a great pair
It's the place I latch on to my star
Laughing they say is good for your ticker
Got a pretty strong heart this old man
From first light of day till the very last glimmer
Love and laughter go hand in hand
Makes the world spin, well certainly mine
Sometimes have a tendency to get down
With uncontrollable things that happen in life
Smile brightly and banish the frowns
Just tell yourself a silly old groaner
But try hard to keep a straight face
People around you will slowly back away
And quietly give you some space
The funnies are back but not all the way
But stay tuned and trust me I say
Has this old guy ever lied to you before
Let's not go there... just have a nice day!
The funnies are stealing back into my soul
They've never really strayed very far
Both love and laughter make a great pair
It's the place I latch on to my star
Laughing they say is good for your ticker
Got a pretty strong heart this old man
From first light of day till the very last glimmer
Love and laughter go hand in hand
Makes the world spin, well certainly mine
Sometimes have a tendency to get down
With uncontrollable things that happen in life
Smile brightly and banish the frowns
Just tell yourself a silly old groaner
But try hard to keep a straight face
People around you will slowly back away
And quietly give you some space
The funnies are back but not all the way
But stay tuned and trust me I say
Has this old guy ever lied to you before
Let's not go there... just have a nice day!
The author of my personal journals,
the recorder of the momentous
and irrelevant
died from an attack of boredom
only recently. I am now adrift
far from any past
not equipped for unknown futures.
Being knocked off the raft
I was clinging to,
being a slow swimmer in a fast moving ocean
I doggy paddle in these long minutes
trying to out-guess next moves.
It’s hard to be calm in rough waters
we get used to the humdrum far too quickly,
take the low-key for granted.
Speaking of keys
I tried to unlock a private webpage
I had neglected for years
it turned out to be a dead-link.
I sink, I paddle on doggedly
just the usual castaway
looking for more driftwood
to latch on to.
The funnies are stealing back into my soul
They've never really strayed very far
Both love and laughter make a great pair
It's the place I latch on to my star
Laughing they say is good for your ticker
Got a pretty strong heart this old man
From first light of day till the very last glimmer
Love and laughter go hand in hand
Makes the world spin, well certainly mine
Sometimes have a tendency to get down
With uncontrollable things that happen in life
Smile brightly and banish the frowns
Just tell yourself a silly old groaner
But try hard to keep a straight face
People around you will slowly back away
And quietly give you some space
The funnies are back but not all the way
But stay tuned and trust me I say
Has this old guy ever lied to you before
Let's not go there... just have a nice day!
Life's sorrows latch on
I've overcome each hurdle
waiting for the next
Words are predictable,
body language is revealing.
Saying it like a fool,
who are you deceiving?
Spend your life doing nothing,
telling it like it's something.
Lazy, lonely, miserable,
Who are you this evening?
Some people need to fit,
they latch on to your words,
once in opinions flip,
seeing you for your worth.
First impressions,
you've mastered it,
not the second or the third,
when shallow waters show you are but a turd.
Even when you epic fail
you tell yourself you haven't
tell yourself you pulled it off,
the life you live you haven't.
Lies wear thin but they don't reveal the lie,
they reveal the gal or guy who lives a tragic life,
once you've seen it say goodbye however harsh or sly,
they'll set you up to save themselves somewhere down the line.
A picture worth a thousand words,
body language makes words redundant,
saying good, showing worst,
sounds don't mean anything when I can see they front.
Lamp on a dreary night of a feverish vagrancy,
may I latch on you as if you're mine for free?
Perhaps I could say you're heaven-sent,
spare me from this abysmal moment
Deeply and darkly tinged I am blinded,
while the storms persist you're my warm bed
You might disappear along this dour weather,
but these are the times I promise to remember
We speak no words nor exchange glances,
I'm just sitting down here taking chances
and you're the light emanating above me,
my relief as though I'm not a forsaken plea
These are not coincidences I will reminisce,
but one with fated interventions I will miss
Flickering firefly clearing the hollow night,
of a swelling cold and hazy foresight,
would you still frequent my empty porch
and volunteer to be my lifelong torch?
-Nicola An
The fog murks its way in front of me
daylight fades into a lurid glow.
I drift loose as stones lost in my mind
hanging on to sanity by a fragile thread.
There’s a hunger within me that won’t abate
to fix my personal planet to a fiery star,
ride its path around the universe
along with other constellations
lighting luminous lamps burning the darkness.
Through an astrological lens, I pierce
the sliver of a half-moon gleaming beside my star
prods me to relinquish a pervasive sense
of hopelessness creeping into deep pools
of sadness, losing myself totally
and I am left with nothing
but a mere whisper of dust.
I latch on instead to the tail of a comet
hoping to land myself into a glorious sunset
but it speeds us through space
plunging me on a downward spiral
toward a stygian oblivion.
@jjote 022121
Dark clouds portended the blizzard coming
Out of the west, ‘tis the perfect time of the year
Crops are harvested, the northern chill is numbing.
Whistling sounds of the sharp winds we hear
Surrounding our house with an eerie, ungodly siren
Out of the west, ‘tis the perfect time of the year
Inside, the family is seemingly snug and serene
Lest the snow piles up high and banks against the door
Surrounding our house with an eerie, ungodly siren
We have experienced this feeling many times before
When our hearts beat rapidly while our minds reconsider
Lest the snow pile up high and bank against the door
Sheltered against the anticipated cold so bitter
Creatures awaiting the remembered Arctic blast
When our hearts beat rapidly while our minds reconsider
Then, suddenly, the latch on the door pulls fast
Dark clouds portended the blizzard coming
When our hearts beat rapidly while our minds reconsider
Crops are harvested, the northern chill is numbing.
Written January 24, 2021
Submitted to Heart Universes Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
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