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Premium Member Fast

Wind moves the leaves,
        green, orange or other colours.

Waves move fast as the fish swimming.
                 Fast as the years 
                 we fly day by day, 
      dreaming about something is lost 
               or is going to happen.

Fast is the moment we forget about the invisible, 
              there where is still a light.
       
         Going down there into that spot,
           where nobody wants to search. 
        
           We live the years that go by, 
          without playing our best move.
     
         Moving as the clouds in the sky,
              nothing to be appreciated.
                             Instead, 
we should care about that toilet role paper
                          that, as life, 
               when it becomes its end,
            it looks that it finishes faster.
          
           Be aware about that scenery, 
           where you don' t want to be in,
       because as fast you are the best actor, 
              you can become the worst.


Office Hours

Stepping into an unfamiliar view
The room, the faces,  everything is new
You've done what you're asked but no one's around
Barely quiet but hard to make a sound

Nothing left to do but sit and just wait
Watching the hours go by until it's late
Hoping a familiar face would drop by
Otherwise I'll just play with my wifi

Something new is what I really do hope
In learning things that's within my field's scope
For now, I think, that would still have to wait
Well it's just the first day, more things await

Surrounded by many professionals 
Overhearing stuff educational
But here I am, a fish out of water
Whether there or not, it wouldn't matter

Such is the life of an only intern
Who's hoping that things would take a good turn
Letting time slip by, by writing this poem
Oh look it's almost five. Yay! I go home.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member What I Miss

What I miss:

The scents of fancy foods and good intent
The hugs of friends at church and sinners' lament
Foods we share on celebration Sunday, rest in my chair
Sometimes I think this whole situation totally unfair

Substitutions I like:  

Riding down to Flint River, a sliver of respite 
Gone from cesspit of isolation and COVID 19 the despot 
Then go by Diary Queen for a treat; so, so neat
A two for one on Sunday, a Sundae full of sweet


What I miss:

The weekly visits inspissate family ties
When we come together, no matter the weather time flies
We enjoy a meal, have our fill until
How the time flies, we part with goodwill

How God blessed from the herb garden:

Tiny yellow butterflies, such small fellows land
Their presence upon the pineapple sage so grand
Hummingbirdmoths feed at the troth of Maximillia sunflower
The giant fuchsia zinnias compliant to Monarch's scour

All in all God has blessed 
He lifts me up; He's my guest
Sometimes I'm lonely and sometimes sad
But God fills voids and listens to my request

Finis'

Written: November 01, 2020
Sponsor: Joseph May
Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Form: Rhyme

In Love With Love

Read about a few good love stories
Heard of so many love stories
Imagined too with lovely hues 
and twinkling woos
Have never been in one
Don’t know how it is to be in love
The real thing as they say
The magic that makes you sway
The tenderness that gives u  a heavenly way
The place where everything is more than  “ok”
The feeling of being with someone
Knowing that in the end of the day
There is someone waiting on  your way
Someone who accepts you with all that you are
Either bad or a wart
The one with whom you don’t hide 
Or keep secrets deep dark wild
Everybody is meant to be with someone
It’s in the destiny
But the wait is long and longer
As the days go by and  nights waver
Waiting when some1 will come
From within the clouds
With stars as his companions
 And moon his chauffeur
The phase that they say “hi and lows” 	
Of togetherness
The cries and joys
The tears and kisses
Letters saying somebody misses
The race to reach first to meet
The gifts and hugs
The happiness and fulfillment
The basket of “complements”
The reassuring smile
The look in those eyes
The moment getting caught
While looking at each other
and,Not to spare the moment of fights
The proud feeling “he’s my man”
The belief that none can
break us apart,
 no not even  fate could be so smart
all so wonderful,
like it starts with once upon a time…
and …they lived happily ever after.. could be the last line
I have seen “knowing phase” very deeply,
With attachments and emotions and trust bumped off meekly
But now when I am free spiritually and  heartily
All that I need is a smile and some one walking beside me.
Form:

A Guide to Flagging and Traffic Control Near the End of Construction Season

For Angela Voras- Hills


As work inches along the highway you’ll
be standing next to a field the breeze a song only
you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember
life’s a song your life a collage of all the
experiences your heart holds such joy
to behold as the season passes as the
passing sun bleeds into the sky as the days
slip from your hands but that’s the way it goes
as your hold your sign as moments go by
and a voice in your head says it is so
now an open road as a car rushes by fast.


You’ll only remember the joy the days go by so fast.
a line from a poem by Angela Voras-Hills.
Form: Other


My wish

Don't wish me back that’s to cruel don’t be so mean
Don't wish me back here don’t you dare do such a thing.
My time on earth has been great and I regret it none.
My life is rich because I’m loved well beyond the sun.
I can tell by your looks that you wish I was the Same.
Helplessly I watch the tears fall down your face like drops of rain.
Please know that I’m here even if my body is slowly giving way.
You may think life  isn't fair but our memories together  will always last more than a couple of days.
Please be patient with me as life teaches us all something new.
Please show up sit down hold my hand and know that I still love you.
One day God will call me home to the place he has prepared for me.
I’m ready to see my savior who's arms are always open for me.
When its finally my time to go Please don’t run and hide.
Hold my hand kiss my cheek as I finally get off this earthly ride.
No one can prepare you for what happens when your body gets old.
But one thing is for certain I am ready to walk those streets of gold.
Please don’t be upset because i am ready for a life of new.
Just bow your head and pray for me Just as I did for you.
Please don’t pray that I stay on earth and have more time.
Pray for peace and that the lord's will be done and not thine.
Please don’t wish me back when my body gives way and I finally do expire.
Take joy in knowing I'll be home where my heart long desires.
In the mean time don’t be upset if staying strong  I can not.
Please remember the great days and always, forget me not.
Days come and go and the minutes on the clock slowly go by.
I long for the day when I see my savior  just beyond the sky.
I have been ready to go home for a while whether it be day or at night.
So when I’m sleepless please hold me & assure me that  everything is going to be alright.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ere the Geese and Snows Begin To Fly

The languid days of summer passed so fleet - autumn's almost here.
Alas, I've fiddled around and left so many things undone, I fear.
Now, I must hustle about and cease buildin' castles in the sky,
Ere the honkin' geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!

There's corn to shuck and fodder to stack in golden shocks.
The hen house needs repairin' to forestall that wily fox!
There are taters to be dug and stored in the cellar bye and bye,
Ere the vagabond geese and the blowin' snows begin to fly!

Wood needs sawed and hauled from the oak tree grove,
And stacked in the woodshed for the parlor heatin' stove.
The punkins must be gathered ere too many weeks go by,
Ere those skeins of geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!

Another job that must be done, one I've kept on suspense,
Is the repairin' and paintin' of that doggone picket fence!
I really need to strew some straw to bed down the stall and sty,
Ere those Canadian geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!

Luckily, I'm spared installin' storm windows come this autumn,
Since I didn't take 'em down last spring - I jes' plain forgot 'em!
I need to pick the apples so my spouse can fix an apple pie,
Ere those majestic geese and blowin' snows begin to fly!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Never alone

My dog Jin
Been with me since I cannot remember when
Walks beside me
What a calming effect she be
Gives me a reason to keep going
Knowing
There is one thing that is always there
For her I care
I have so much love for her in my heart
Do not like to be apart
She makes me strong
A lonely life taking too long
To leave her behind would be wrong
Sometimes my only friend around
She makes not a sound
But talks with her eyes
No good byes
Jin, do not know what I would do
Without you
Sometimes, with the world I am out of touch
Life takes so much
Walking beside me
In my search to be free
We have came so far
In search of my star
Days go by
Living under the big sky
Hug me if I cry
Cannot see a life without you
Would leave me blue
So true
I love you Jin
Since with me you have been
My heart you always seem to win
Thanks for standing by me
Sharing all I see
Maybe this is what it means to be free
Form: Rhyme

My Journey To God

Now the journey to salvation, I have embarked
God I will trust, for he is truly a loved one
A little bit of light, to see me through the dark
While repenting my sin, before it's said and done
While the years go by, my life I will rectify
It is only me, that can turn my wrong to right
Through the evil, I will try to turn a blind eye
possibly then, I can rid some of this contrite
My journey continues, as I learn life's lessons
Mistakes I will make, praying none will bring me wraith
I'll Find other ways, to express my emotions
Even when times are tough, I will not lose my faith
I will pick myself up, every time I may fall
Win or lose, I'll never stop giving it my all
5/5/2017
Form: Sonnet

How Can This Be Heaven If My Angel Isn'T Here

As I passed through heavens gate on my way
Back to missing you
I asked my maker for an answer to one question 
Hoping He'd approve 

I said here we are in Your glory
Where Angel's trod on streets of gold
But how's a man supposed to free his soul
When half of it ain't here to hold

I asked:
How can this be Heaven, if my angel isn't here
My pain is gone and I saw my mom
After way too many years
I thank you for the mansion
You built me high up on the hill
But how can this be Heaven 
If my angel isn't here

I mean You no disrespect at all
And I hope I made that clear
The splendor and the glory of it all
Is way beyond compare

I know You have Your own plan
But I hope eternity will find
The other half of my soul
Standing right here next to mine

How can this be Heaven, if my angel isnt here
My pain is gone and I saw my mom
After way too many years
I thank you for the mansion
You built me high up on the hill
But how can this be Heaven 
If my angel isn't here

Before He even said a word to me
He lifted up his hand
As I turned to look towards the gate again
My angel walked in

Standing there before me
Was my angel in her grace
He said son here in heaven
The years go by like days

Son here in Heaven 
The years go by like days
Form: Lyric

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