We love to visit cities;
Urban blood runs through my veins
And now that we are older,
We’ve no tolerance for trains,
So instead of checking listings
For the local train or bus,
We just call an Uber and it comes
Real fast, without a fuss.
We aren’t on vacation now,
But wanted to go out.
I read of an exhibit
And liked what it was about.
Since the schedule on Sunday
Says the subways will be slow,
We decided that an Uber
Was the only way to go.
It felt like we were on a trip
And not in our backyard.
My husband loved the ease of it
And yes, in that regard
It made a lot of sense because
Convenience, truth be told,
Counts a lot, but even more so
When you’re (I’ll admit it) old!
Categories:
listings, appreciation, city,
Form: Rhyme
Spiritual Listings
By Mark D. Stucky
HGTV loves flipping homes
for fun and improved listings.
Houses, although important shelters,
are impermanent human structures.
Human spirits, in contrast,
are eternal…but need restoration.
Inspections show we have
cracks in our foundations,
seeping leaks in our minds,
hardened holes in our hearts,
and jagged scars in our souls.
But after difficult demos,
substantial repairs,
and urgent upgrades,
our listings will be priceless.
(First published as “Listings” in Agape Review, 28 April 2022. See also my poems “Broken Beauty,” “Hate Vacuuming,” and “Dumpster-Diving Deity.”)
(Image by Mick Haupt on Unsplash.com.)
Categories:
listings, corruption, god, humorous, recovery
Form: Free verse
That’s the end!
A feeling crawls in
Times unaware
So creepy, so ghoulish
Gaping at the unseen
Schedules crushed
Strategies lost
Plans all crumbled
Listings crippled
And a doleful heart
Proclaimed by pals
As a resolute soul
Was I one
I did ask myself,
Once and more
Here I stand
Frozen and inert
Staring at nothing
All hollow and bare
Wishing if it all ends
Cool winds blow
Harsh and hard
Turning my cheek
Over to the path
Bright behind
Leading its way,
To Freedom and Love
New Horizons Bright
Categories:
listings, dark, hope,
Form: Free verse
not easily dissuaded
but recently persuaded
to oscillate in ways
living my lingering days
all bets are off
often I have scoffed
demeaning my demise
postponing I trivialize
I have a list to ask
prioritized by task
listings I'll conceive
or perhaps believe
would homelessness set me free
reality does not deceive
or should I ponder yonder
while continuing to wander
the bucket I shall kick it
for my Savior is the ticket
it’s become clear to me
it's Glory I need to see
Categories:
listings, age,
Form: Rhyme
The bulletin for courses
Shows up twice a year online
With a registration coupon.
(I just finished printing mine.)
These are classes meant for teachers
(Just retired ones attend)
Which provide the opportunity
To learn or make a friend.
Certain listings each semester
Are most highly in demand
So not every registration
Will pan out as people planned.
Dilly-dallying’s a no-no
For the more relaxed who wait
To submit their course selection
May discover they’re too late.
Which is why I choose my classes,
Fill the form and write the check,
Stamp the envelope and hustle
To the post office like heck!
Categories:
listings, today,
Form: Rhyme
My love for angel is so great;
My heart melts for her 'til the dusk of day.
The night listings when she’s away,
Crying, talking 'til day's dawns wake;
Her beauty is great, she pleases,
Wondering mind 'til her sees;
Praising is all I do, I even have a praise for you,
While waiting for the moment, for her to say "I do."
5/1/19
Categories:
listings, analogy, angel, appreciation, for
Form: Rhyme
Feeling left out in the cold
Tossed aside like bread with mold
Can't they see the hidden gold
A diamond in the rough
Underneath my surface.
Can't you see my potential
Yet your blinded by successes
While one has more experience
I just got the listings
Of the work I've done
Volunteering around.
I maybe a naive, little girl
In this crazy, weird world
Yet I got so much to give
If you just put me to the test
I'll show you what I got.
Though my disability
May hold me back at times
I won't let it limit
The things I can do
Surpass limitation
To make the impossible possible.
I can overcome the barrier
To show you a warrior
With a mighty roar
Who's ready to soar.
Don't judge me
For what I lack
I make up for it
With what I know.
Don't overlook me
I'm a rare opportunity
You might lose the chance
To see what I got
A hardworking girl
With a passionate soul.
Categories:
listings, emotions, feelings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Listen, They cry,
Voters beat the bullies,
Check out the latest shock jock,
Red eyes, pub snacks,
Dodgy hair and drunkenness,
Infected crime and spared avoiding Spam,
Busy wallowing in profundity.
Debating taunt,
Dancing the winnable extreme super yacht,
Having a dreadful across,’ the pod casts’
Randomness the cultural generated thingies.
Swapping the spray,
Got a warm fuzzy parenting,
For an old pair of socks,
Cuddly cowboys.
Artistic collaboration,
Evil culprits documentary,
Mysteries of love,
Listings for the beach,
Gym bunnies.
Futurological into Satan’s mythology,
Turn out walls,
Playing irrationally exuberant.
The fancy bare-naked robots,
Beefcake or cheesecake burglar,
Abduction for a noble cause,
Wonderful gun jokes
Retrieval disappearing.
Reacquainted play poker,
Effective humour,
Jet packs and heavy weight flaming,
Lifetime gifted ideas,
Bonfire night,
Shiny furthering.
A wireless honeymoon,
Non-desirable Commitment.
Daily practiced Motions
Experienced bribery and favoritism,
Dreamt of a Global village.
Categories:
listings, caregiving, devotion, faith, imagination,
Form: Verse
Minor DeTales
Minor DeTales
Time is still an enemy of mine.
Listings and beginings over aeons of worthless worry.
Searching for archeological assessments.
L()()king for this WORMY under Stone.
Just one white Stone.
I have a flower vine with me running all around me with roots
and AH the thing has found me there.
There seems to be a flowere near where my heart used to reside.
Risen, Risen, Risen from the Dust, I cried.
My New Namme, What is it? Am eye lust , or NO;
just forgiven Jesus, ascending into Heaven,
where comfort is a cup of cold water and love.
NO wait, I see mye place is near: the door of Heaven;
and She is waiting for me there, mye flower, mye Parme.
For Me, For poor me, we love like we did here in Heart,
and word and must we never part again.
A bed of Whiteflowers and violets, underneath both of our heads.
A Whiteflower is there at rest. A maiden blest.
Part of mye new family.
The spirits of all time.
Violet and Mary and forgiven Jesus.
Categories:
listings, devotion, faith, imagination, life,
Form: Free verse