Long Capsule Poems
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A tiny yellow capsule
A powder, if you will
Syrup in a bottle
A perforated pill
But this is all a dream
This pill isn't real
like a jumping bean
Perform, it never will
But if it did exist
I would keep steady hands
Remain focused
Remember dates and plans
I would be in control
On the top of my game
Always on a roll
Feeding my brain
A top notch problem solver
Climbing the ladder
An equation dissolver
Blocking out the chatter
Motivated patience
To undivide my attention
Function by a list
And not forget to mention
Wake me up on time
To my alarm clock ringing
I wouldn't get behind
From excessive dreaming
I would live for the moment
Finally, I would thrive
I'd take my life and own it
And, for once, I'd feel alive
Put a finger down drug addict edition.
Put a finger down, if you are to scared to look in the mirror, afraid your reflection will end your delusions, mirrors show only what they see, if e sure for look, may you know if how you look and how you feel na the same thing.
Put a finger down, if you feel empty inside, like your mind is stuck in limbo, you cannot decide death or life, and all you can hear is your demon's cry, its hell inside and heaven outside, your euphoria, rue and Justin combined.
Put a finger down, if you have pushed everyone away because they begged you to stop, you didn't, now they've stopped, and you cant stop, so please stop and think of what you've lost.
Put a finger down, if you never thought you would live like this as a kid, if ten year old you wished for something different, made a time capsule, for you to read, but here you are swallowing every capsule you see.
Put a finger down, if you've lost everything, your family, your mind, your life, your high, you don't fly like you used to anymore, and that's fine, its doesn't mean you need more, the happy pills don't work anymore so you switch to heroine, but the only hero is the one who saves you from an OD .
Put a finger down if you're tired of everything, there not much to say about that you know how you feel.
Put a finger down if you feel dependent, like your life depends on it and if you stop your heart will stop to beat, recovery ain't but it is what it is.
Put a finger down if you feel alone, no one to hold your hand as you take your first steps and your first jump, when you kicked yourself out of tat hole, we heard you cry and we held you tight and we will guide you still you are ready to face life.
Put a finger down if you now feel safe, saved from a life filled with self hate, and pass this to your former cellmates, so they can be free.
Wreath wrapped around the door of my hearth
Hearth's decor both symbol and integral part
Part of the pageantry and beacon of my hospitality
Material canvas eroding with time; modest beacon bequeathing my liberality
Time capsule which transports festive memories to my merry mind
Festive timber melded and artfully twined
Mirth and praise twined in harmonious refrain
Earthy refrain with delicate stitch and modest, pulpy strain
Modest harbinger of good will to all who it's crest ascend
Good will garnish that I with tidings of joy append
Garnish gratuitously crafted, residual hope to send
Hope that will past heartaches and trials rescend.
Sign post serenading Christmas past, while celebrating the decorum of Christmas present
Token garland in which future Christmas dreams to consign
My home is not made of spacecraft.
My heart is not made of fear.
My soul is not made of isolation.
No, my home is a resilient capsule that no one can breach.
I am there whenever I am weightless.
I am there whenever I am problem-solving.
I will be there whenever I return.
Yes, you can enter.
But first repeat after me:
My heart is not made of fear.
My soul is not made of isolation.
My home is not made of mission control.
My heart is not made of steel.
My soul is not made of duty.
No, my home is a boundless orbit that no one can contain.
I am there whenever I am adapting.
I am there whenever I am repairing.
I am there whenever I am observing.
Yes, you can enter.
But first repeat after me:
My heart is not made of steel.
My soul is not made of duty.
My home is not made of Earth.
My heart is not made of gravity.
My soul is not made of limitation.
No, my home is a celestial journey that no one can diminish.
I am there whenever I am floating.
I am there whenever I am persevering.
I am there whenever I am discovering.
Yes, you can enter.
But first repeat after me:
My heart is not made of gravity.
My soul is not made of limitation.
My home is not made of splashdown.
My heart is not made of triumph.
My soul is not made of completion.
No, my home is an eternal exploration that no one can halt.
I am there whenever I am resilient.
I am there whenever I am courageous.
I am there whenever I am transcending.
Yes, you can enter.
But first repeat after me:
My heart is not made of triumph.
My soul is not made of completion
(Sunita Williams Homecoming on March 19, 2025)
UNEMPLOYMENT....
All we hear about is unemployment,
Appears to be a global torment,
Couldn't we think of creative solutions,
New inventions, using less pollution?
New ideas, concepts for the plebs to need,
What can we invent today? Yes indeed!
We could start by teaching global literacy,
Imagine how many books we'd need!
What about one holistic food capsule,
Made in Australia, daily and healthful?
Then we could grow forests and sell trees,
The world does need oxygen to breathe!
We could sell the world books and food pills,
Get your own ideas, we're not such dills,
Let's hear this motto in our schools,
What can we invent today? Beautiful!
Time Capsule
I am lying in this bed in this room.
My bedroom that has become my tomb.
A time capsule of the past.
Of days that didn't last.
My children have chosen not to visit me, nary a call. They've left me in this tomb of yesteryear.
Hoping for the day they once again will. appear.
I had a stroke.
I assure it's not a joke.
It left me dependant on others for care.
All this is, for me, one giant scare.
In my room, memories encompassing me of days long past.
Awaiting when my children will call, dare I dream, they visit me at long last.
Until then, I am in the room.
That has become my tomb.
In this tomb of memories, I silently & solemnly cry.
Fearing, I'll be here alone & forgotten by my children, until the day I finally die.
Copyright © Ashe "Kristy" De La Keur Scoville
pouring water from the sky
springing a leak for your return
i am dead to the world tonight
i make a trampoline in the spider's web
as a jump to escape this self-made fate, i begin to remember the good times
i remember candy and a gentle wind
i recall clam chowder and a tranquil ocean
pouring water from the sky
springing a leak for your return
i am dead to the world tonight
i make a parachute in the whale's belly
as i am digested via the concoction that renders me a distant memory, i start
to think about priceless moments
i remember you riding me to the moon and then the sun
i remember me sampling you from the stars to the clouds
pouring water from the sky
springing a leak for your return
i am dead to the world tonight
i make a time capsule in the butterfly's cocoon
as a float away praying for granted wishes, i think back on the simpler times
i think back when the colors of our unique bond were alive and vibrant
i think back when there was no such a thing as gloomy blue rain
With excitement, and hearts beating with anticipation
Five of us held hands...as if declaring, "We're in this together!"...
We sped upwards,..into the clouds,...or so it seemed....
Enclosed in a silver capsule...like amateur astronauts, ...
A steel and concrete world of modern, miraculous, and amazing engineering!
Nervously, we looked at one another with the same wide eyed expressions.
"We are such country bumpkins!...."Do we look it?" I laughingly asked my husband....
"Hey, kids ! We're almost there...can you believe it??"
"We're almost to the top!!"
A soft spoken gentleman, wearing a bushy, yet neatly trimmed, mustache,
smiled and said to us...."Your first time, I can see?"..
He wore a uniform, (our host, a guide, I supposed)....he had the kindest smile.
"If you like,....I can point out places of interest for your children?"...he offered kindly.
Our three children nodded in delight.
Doors opened at last, and we stepped into a large room
We made our way through the milling crowd, and found a spot for observation.
Our mustached gentleman, chuckled when we gasped for air
As we looked for the first time at the breathtaking views
It was if we were looking down from the heavens...
City lights had just turned on, and we knew what it was like to look upon the stars...
Only, this time, they were below us...!
A magnificent city spread out before our eyes...
stunned, and speechless, we were breathless...
Our new friend pointed out Ellis Island, the bridges, Statue of Liberty...
"Oh yes", ....he said,...."over there, ....you can see almost into New Jersey"
"And there,...that is Staten Island. "Do you see the ferry?"
He charmed our young daughter, and impressed our sons with his knowledge..
Here we stood...on top of the world...inside this magnificent twin marvel....
Oh, dear God.....our innocence....who could know...?
Oh, dear God....the significance ....
one brief moment in time....
spent in the company of one kind gentleman who wore a friendly mustache
We will never forget that day................or him................. Oh, dear God....
~
Dedicated to a kind stranger....
____________________________
In honor of New York City at Dusk
Oh, look! Open sky!
Cosmic Wave Sci-fi poem.
Moonbeams beat softly.
Oooooooo Oooooooo Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa.
OoooooooOooooooo Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa.
Wow, wow, wow, oooo, la, la.
Shhhhh. Shhhhh. Shhhhh. Shhhhh.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew.
Oh, man, that's so good.
Don't hop. Oooooo. La. La.
Shush, shush, shush, shush.
Oooooooo. Shining, glittery, sparkling.
Stars emerge at twighlight. Oh! (Wow)
Oooooooo. Oooooooo. Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa. Aaaaaaaa. Aaaaaaaa.
Sensualmente Cosmos glittering.
Oh. Whoosh. Uuuuuh. Oh! OH! Oh!
Ogham symbols. Uuuuu. Uuuuu.
Aaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaaah!
Awe. Awe. Awe. Awen. Awen. Awe.
Oo. La. La. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oooooh!
Wow! Oh! Oh! OH! Sooooo goooood.
Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.
Owe. Owe. Owe. Ouch. Oh, good. Woo it.
Whisper, pop, whoosh, rumble, reverberate.
Swooshing vibrations pulse heartbeats.
Resonates with nebula; feeling Quasar.
Singularity in the Zenith. Corona.
Heliosphere, Magnetar, Nebula, Capsule.
Telescope station, Mars, Saturn so far.
Orbiters above, space stations, oh, ah, oo.
So good to fly in the Saucer. Oo, la, la, oh!
Sailing in Twilight
Rising with Cosmos inside.
Parameters guise.
That fruity diaphanous spoonful
pairs so well with this stack of memoirs.
Comfort food always makes you smile,
a dash of sugar a pinch of salt.
I look back fondly at my alluring past,
letting each drop nourish me with calm.
Each page part of a fabulous stack,
smiling I sip this cup full of gratitude.
Melodic isn’t always the still waters,
staccato waves build strong character.
Highs and lows you master the tempo,
learning how to pivot when you need to.
The style you create may transform,
with age it becomes a bit more refined.
Sparks of salad days remain entombed,
it’s current fantasticates a fresh twist.
I linger for just a moment in the past,
no regrets and excited for tomorrow.
My manuscript a snug time capsule,
smiling I sip this cup full of gratitude.