Hourglass
The sun has become dimmed
with each step
the pathways seem endless
He is dazed
even as his mind is fazed
He loafs
as a floating leaf
romancing the breezy wind
He is immersed in simmering waters
doused with flickering hopes
drums to the echoes of yesterday
dances to the clanging fetters
beckons to the fastened doors
staggers through the mocking maze
He fidgets, longing,
watching for the hourglass.
He fidgets, longing,
watching for the hourglass.
Categories:
loafs, angst, anxiety, devotion,
Form: Narrative
A vision of cheerful serenity and pleasures of life
My peace of mind comes to me in a dream.
Of white and red checkered linen cloths
Spread Across a picnic table
as far as the eye can see
baskets brimming with delights.
A remarkable assortment of cheeses
And crusty loafs of homemade bread
With apricot jelly to spread
moving through the misty ether of my dream
I reached my hand in the basket.
And grab.
A loaf of bread
as I stirred around in the basket
searching for the jelly to spread
I heard a familiar welcoming sound.
Of clinking and ringing and a clanking
And ringing and clanking clinking
It was music to my ears.
And comfort to my soul
As I instantly discovered, several rare bottles
Of vintage wine that was carefully stowed
By the mighty gods of my Olympic dreams
A contented warmth came instantly over me.
As I find myself sitting
Under a scented pine tree in cheerful serenity,
With eternal peace of innocent mind
And several rare bottles of vintage wine.
Categories:
loafs, addiction, dream, drink, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Crispiest lettuce,
Chewy cheese between soft loafs,
This sandwich truly
Of utmost deliciousness,
As we travel through the trees.
Categories:
loafs, food, fun, travel,
Form: Tanka
*Image of Hourglass Shattered Broken by Pixabay.
Scheherazade's throat vessels of time
snuffed clock prostrate hands
desert coarse sands moods travels
hollow cracked glass loafs
2021 July 03
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand July 13
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 July 12
Categories:
loafs, imagery, irony, metaphor, time,
Form: Haiku
It sits on the pantry shelf where it's always been
The old blue bread box made of tin
with faded white letters B R E A D stencil on
for some reason of it I am fond
It no longer stores loafs or buns
It now holds things forgotten
A dish towel whose pattern was pretty and fun
A rubber glove in case we found the other one
Some rubber bands and bread ties too
and don't forget that bottle of old wood glue
The timer that doesn't time
a baby spoon I think was mine
A candlestick and yellow lighter
A recipe for holiday apple cider
Old refrigerator magnets that don't stick
An half empty jar of Vicks
That old squirt gun that always leaked
A Tootsie Roll we forever keep
Why we keep the bread box I don't know
But I am glad it's there if just to show
some things other think are useless and old
are the treasured memories of us they hold
Categories:
loafs, life, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Serves to break fast bread
Preserving four loafs read
The bread winner
The family pitch runner
Finishing to finding treasure
Read is to read also re ad
Adding again to mean
Keen to add knowledge
Reading is seeking knowledge
Bread to come searching money
Knowledge or Money?
A toss of coin round like Earth
What’s more worth?
Categories:
loafs, education, engagement, environment,
Form: Rhyme
How loaded is the word Mother-with dirty diapers, running noses
Late night upchuck, the bedtime stories and *the Diwali delicacies.
Seeing chaos, mess, too much noise, squabbles and broken toys
My mother said at bedtime kiss,” why do you multiply my woes?
We had very tough time – the economic crisis for a short period
Only four loafs of wheat for the five members sometimes we had.
She would promptly announced, she'd already her share of bread
“I was soo……. hungry, I had mine” she would dramatically add.
Though we all knew it, she wouldn't eat alone leaving us behind.
That expression for sometime became her nota bene in her mind.
Some mothers are kissing, some are scolding, & some are the both
However it is love all the same and Mommy, you're both for our growth.
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*Diwali, a festival of lights, the last day of Hindu calendar year like the
New Year eve of the Christian Calendar
March 14, 2014
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Poem for Mommy by Leonara Ghalinta
Categories:
loafs, mother,
Form: Rhyme
but people
like that
are selfish
self centered
only thinking
of themselves
pretty low level
if you ask me
its lower than
a snake
for someone
to steal
someones heat
for the winter
everyone works
the harvest
in the summer
lazy loafs
lying around
doing nothing
only live to steal
never be trusted
that's what
i found out
in life never
trust a thief
they will steal
of you
if i got my hands
on them
god help me
what i would do
and they would steal
your soul crushing
your heart
for a free ride
i seen those sorts
saddens me
Categories:
loafs, missing, trust,
Form: Free verse
I'll only walk in my faith,
only in you I lay my weight,
their's no burdens here
since you've relief my fears.
I hold no secrets in life,
you'll protect me without
a blade of any knife and
be the angel of light when
I walk at night.
Like Daniel had no fears
in a lion's den, I too will
embrace you my friend.
You helped Moses to part
the red sea and made five
fish and two loafs five
thousands tea so I know
you'll do the same for me.
You're my salvation, so who
shall I fear, the strength of
my rock and my roots are
grounded in you, a friend for
true. In me you reside, you're
the sight of my eyes and the
guard to guide my life.
Walking by faith as you
define each step I make but
for you my heart waits.
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
Categories:
loafs, faith, me,
Form: Lyric
There’s a man in our town from Galilee,
And I know for a fact he can set you free.
This man is like a pure white pearl,
And he walked among the prophets in this world.
One day he changed water to wine,
And one day he made some evil spirits go into a heard of swine.
With 2 fish and 5 loafs of bread,
5,000 hungry folks this man had fed.
I heard them say “I’ve got to go and see”,
This man in town from Galilee.
Everything stops at his will,
He once told the storm peace be still.
By his word he made the lame to walk,
And the dumb to talk.
Yes, there’s a man here from Galilee,
And he came to save you and me.
He wasn’t a big time pastor or a college scholar,
And he’s the only man that ever walked on water.
The bible says that every tongue will confess and you will bow on your knee,
To this man from Galilee.
I heard that salvation is free,
Just go and ask the man from Galilee.
He was sent here for one mission,
To heal the world of it bad condition.
This was a glorious man from Galilee,
Who gave up his life on Calvary.
Written By
Vertie Adams
September 10, 2010
Categories:
loafs, religionday,
Form: I do not know?