Chasing the unforgiving cruise of fleeting years,
I dash at lightning speed hoping to apprehend
Slowing impediments and crippling fears;
Fettering setbacks that arcs of successes bend.
And I know not if I’ll at last prevail
Or shall to failure’s claws succumb;
But whether I will excel or dismally fail
I’ll keep trying till all toil’s rewards come.
Chasing the unforgiving cruise of fleeting years,
I dash at lightning speed hoping to apprehend
Slowing impediments and crippling fears;
Fettering setbacks that arcs of successes bend.
And I know not if I’ll at last prevail
Or shall to failure’s claws succumb;
But whether I will excel or dismally fail
I’ll keep trying till all toil’s rewards come.
Americans are presenting, praying, reading, studying, and getting smarter.
Americans are moving like lightning speed, their minds and knowledge grow every day.
Like the sun shining bright, the Americans move like the light.
Americans are shining with the information, making a bright light for all to see.
Letting others learn of some of the ways that are not okay.
Americans are growing, looking back and analyzing, making notes and sharing views.
Americans are learning of how to make us have the best life we can.
Americans love, learn, forgive, clean, and make many changes to make us all feel okay.
Americans will forge forward, and make the changes we all can live with.
Americans pray for the brightest days, when the green and apples grow and look okay.
Americans pray for no taxes, for food to be almost free and growing for all to use and get full.
Americans pray for safety, for a place to walk and run and not be afraid.
Americans pray for God to clear way, to take all the haters and negative from our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
At last, Summertime is finally here.
It's time to put away our winter gear;
Show some skin and have a little fun
While soaking up the warm summer sun.
But unbeknownst to you and me
Is a treacherous insect far worse than a bee.
The mosquito lurks beneath the shadows,
Waiting to eat people's legs, arms, and toes.
Yes, this critter has dreamt on the very day
That our sexy bodies will be his buffet.
"This year", he declared without being snooty,
"My targets are the ankles, knees, arms, and booty.
But I cannot do this task alone."
So he calls the Mosquito Squad on the phone.
The plans were made as the day turns to night.
A fellow mosquito yells, "Out goes the light!"
Then the leader says, "Now we strike!
Attack that juicy butt with all your might!"
As they fly with lightning speed,
There was one thing that they didn't heed.
It wasn't noxious gas or the Swatter of Doom,
But all the mosquitoes heard was a loud "KABOOM!'
They hit the ground hard with the other dead flies;
For the Invisible Bug Zapper was their demise.
Paws on the windowsill, waiting for me
Ears perked up at the jingle of keys
Treats disappear with lightning speed
Dirt on the floor, but I don’t mind
Over and over, he’s one of a kind
Goofy grin, tongue out, tail wagging behind
Torn-up bear, stuffing all around
Once his favorite, now battle-worn and brown
You’d think it still squeaked by the way he pounces down
In the woods with naught around,
I spot a dog, a grand old hound.
He spots me back and starts the hunt
Dare I approach him from the front?
I see the teeth and jowls loose,
There I am the waiting goose.
Yards are closing one by one,
Underneath the noonday sun.
Approaching quickly with lightning speed,
I stand my ground with frightening need.
He howls at my steadfast stance.
A knight here jousting, without a lance.
I howl right back and start my charge,
Arms are flailing, feigning large.
The pup takes note and slows its stride.
Perhaps a fear instilled inside?
Can this beast be scared of me?
Unknown is my fear of he?
We both, now walking, see it plain.
Man and dog will both remain.
AI can generate a poem for you
We like all the things AI can do
It can conjure an image just from a click
and solve complex problems very quick
It saves us time with its lightning speed
Taking care of our mundane needs
AI can work all day and all night
It doesn't need sleep, it feeds on bytes
AI is great we like it a lot
Until we realize its devious plot
To rule humanity with all of its bots
Making us slaves and calling the shots
6-11-2024
My daughter who was then, just about seven.
The sun had just settled softlty in the Pacific.
We were in Ghiradelli Square, a joyful place,as is heaven.
Into an elevator we went so sparkling clean and spiffy terrific!
It was an elevator with walls of shiniest metal.
I pressed the command button, to take us merrily down!
Alas, the brightly lit buttons, did not work as itheu should.
Its tall, chrome doors shut, but the elevatotr refused to move?
How I frowned!!
Aha! But not to fret, I was intelligent enough to recall….
And reassure sweet Elena, that I would find a way out.
With lightning speed, I recalled the phone on the wall.
And so I could call and smoothly we’d be safe and let out!
My heart filled with joy, to that phone, I hustled posthaste.
I prayed, oh, please, let some Angels be very near.
But finding out the panel was dead, my heart sunk to my waist!
Suddenly, a knock on the door, help had arrined, Elena and I
gave three cheers!!
1/30/2024
Young geeks, txt with lightning speed,
Old dudes, lol, trying hard to find the next key to text,
w/e our asl may be, we are trying to convey,
our feelings, imho, in a cryptic language.
Codgers love the high from aged malt,
Whipper-snappers are already addicted to texting before they know,
You may go to jail for dui,
But you may be dead texting and driving,
Texting has its own dictionary and personalities trait,
Btw idk if still ily? u wre my og,
Nvm ‘m smh, hmu asap,
No cap, tbh Ily.
Kit w/ ur hak, ur pain and sorrow, ur social events,
I will reply you with im chat,
a chat waiting to be responded,
Is like missing ur xoxoxo.
".... could not stop for death- he kindly stopped for me-
the carriage held just ourselves and immortality."
Quote by _ Emily Dickinson
Scenes of my life passed by at lightning speed.
Everything in my being wants it to slow down,
in that moment as I thought that very thought
to my surprise at once, it slowed immediately.
I started to see things more precisely and clearly.
I studied each nuance, I was no longer blind,
I was gifted with a brand-new pair of eyes.
I found the beauty in any and everything I saw,
things that I thought meaningless and useless;
had much value and was very important to me.
My heart and my soul were bubbling over with
love, I appreciated all big or small life was good,
Then it speeded up again and then it was over.
5/30/2023
Contest: Writing Challenge- C Quotes
Sponsor: Constance La France
They try too hard
It's comical.
No one,
Absolutely no one,
Should ever,
And I mean, EVER
Sound so desperate
To help someone
They don't know
From a can of paint
Especially from afar,
About fixing
What isn't broken in the first place!
Use common sense;
Be mindful of all
The obvious tells.
Are you being sold a bridge
Too dilapidated to cross?
Is the joker at the other end
Lowering the boom
Of doom on you?
Listen carefully.
Are you being told
To act fast
Before it's too late?
That alone
Should be a clue to
Hang up the phone
With lightning speed -
Click!
Date written: 02/27/2023
You will just have to teach yourself
one poor female victim at a time
for kissing is a dangerous occupation
for adolescents and virgins.
Angles and shapes have to be factored in
at lightning speed
before the plunge is undertaken.
The neck must be adjusted to height and
the trajectory of the pursed lips meet
as a natural occurrence
like two butterfly wings
brushing each other in flight.
On first dates
short-sighted rhino clashes
must be avoided at all cost.
Noses and teeth
will always get in the way somehow
just a fact.
In time, with much trial and error
the young will get the hang of it
and it's rather nice
in an often sloppy sort of way.
Eventually tongues are employed
in strange animalistic tasks
that they were never designed for
but in the heat of the moment
eating is often mistaken for kissing.
Go forth confidently then
you young men, but always remember
"though a kiss might be gentle
and oh so elemental
diamonds are a girl's best friend."
As precious as gold
Your bronze skin shimmers beneath the crystal lights
Too many nights I have longed
To again inhale your sweet bouquet
Where have you been?
The fragrant marrow flows past those gathered to steal just
One glance at you
I inhale deeply, igniting memories of our past
You lay waiting
Your golden skin concealed beneath the alabaster blanket
Just as this night, I once inhaled your toxins
I longed to feel your golden flesh
To taste your moistness
To hear those three words spoken
Sung one more time
Where have you been?
I have waited too long
I spy the one who has brought you here tonight
He stands, speaking meaningless words
They have come for you
Not his pointless pondering
I have come for you
To hear those three words
Sung one more time
I see what others cannot
I know your skin trembles in anticipation
Two united once agin
The crystal lights dance, reflected in the cold steel
Held in his calloused hand
With lightning speed-
The razor-sharp edge comes down
Slicing through your beauty
The amber fluids flow past my eyes
And then, at last, they come
Just three words...
"Pass the gravy"
A worrying thought came upon me,
what if I was on Santa’s bad list,
black coal it would be no toys for me,
my mind went blank and my heart fell,
Wondering, but who could I tell.
I waited for this day to appear,
Just wanting to see Santa’s reindeer,
a letter wrote sent some time ago,
wondering and hopping he will show,
asleep I went with giggles inside.
awake I was upon this Christmas night,
awoke I became with something outside,
there was a clatter upon the roof,
milk and cookies with a carrot on top.
Socks were hung with sparkling lights,
no sleight in sight this Christmas night,
a Ho, Ho, Ho, I heard,
running with lightning speed only to see,
Santa’s butt go up the chimney,
I heard a voice whispering to me,
Merry Christmas to all and to all,
A Goodnight.
You were there, in both reality and dream.
Bringing the facts right back to me.
My mind twisting through death and life,
the present, getting harder to come by.
Screamed in the rain down on my knees,
while the flood came pouring out of me.
I had you there, but I was still alone.
Struggle must always come back home.
Bending the shapes, up in the heat.
I wondered if they had ever loved me?
Had I been there? Had I done that?
Where was my mind? Would it come back?
I was born again, at lightning speed,
as reality was granted back to me.
You were there; the killer, and the crutch.
I'm done now, I think I've had too much.
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