Long In a trice Poems
Long In a trice Poems. Below are the most popular long In a trice by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long In a trice poems by poem length and keyword.
Sometimes the wind can take me anywhere
Rainy nights sing of the times,
Your hands danced along my trail of desires
Like the wind tonight.
Now we whisper to the dripping window panes
Days have gone by in a trice
Our lips have lost the taste of each other
Reminiscing about how we went charging
On two different halves of a road torn apart.
Sitting in a glass house atop a rainy mountain
I see the stars have lost their sparkle,
Lost in a labyrinth of flesh, smoke and ignorance,
The trees are the closets,
Dangling are the skeletons of hundreds
Some inside, some out in the open,
Through the thatched roofs of shame
The tired walls of blame,
The footsteps never dry under the boring sun.
Fingers are walking everywhere,
While I wait and watch the vagabonds of human nature
I wait for the wind to take me home,
I wait for the wind to change course,
To be my air to breathe.
Where have all the Gods gone
from yesteryear or days of yore
in their way back in the day
they were there to the fore
most were unbelievable
a plethora a pantheon
the rest of them incredible
one for each and all to pray upon
but did they lose face or their lustre
fall from grace mislay their magic
now long-forgotten
it's almost tragic
as no more crusades inquisition
worship ritual or sacrifice
goes to show religionists
can and will turn in a trice
and what was once believed
no longer holds thrall
yet everything in time succumbs
they all rise and fall
it's nothing new
today's will too
She said she’d be a minute, that she’d be there in a mo
She called down stairs, “Give me a tick, then I’ll be set to go.”
She said she’d be down shortly, that she’d be down in a flash
She said, “Two shakes of a lamb’s tail and then we’re set to dash.”
She said she’d be no time at all and then we can get on
And then she reassured me that she would be down anon
“In the twinkling of an eye,” she said… but that was rather rash
When she said, “Before you know it,” that was total balderdash
She said, “I’ll be there in a trice,” which sounded rather iffy
But not as bad as when she’d said, “I’ll be down in a jiffy.”
Directly; in an instant; any time now; before long
All these words and more she used… but all of them were wrong
Silence reverberate through picturesque
Soft glow; against the wakeful night darkness
Spinning a dance of fine idyllic threads
Wherein yesterday are not forgotten.
I evoke the narrative of my youth.
A gifted love now lost in the waning moon.
Where he and I unite with distant hymn lull
Nightingales that always brings him back to keep.
A lullaby, they sing my heart to appease.
Once, devoured by his fathomless steel blue eyes.
My fingers would get lost in his blond twirl curls,
Lust numb kisses in a trice of time in warm
Whiffs embrace; then gently fades in silence.
Amidst dim midnight twilight and spun gold,
Somber dappled auburn shade of early dawn.
6/22/2020
Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Sing a song of Christmas, here in the UK,
Hands are making pastry for the festive day.
Fill with ripe sultanas, candied peel and spice,
Pop them in the oven, they'll be ready in a trice!
Mince pies are delicious, with a cup of tea.
Tantalising flavours work in harmony.
Jazz them up with sherry, lemon juice for zest,
Always have some ready for that unexpected guest!
Just a word of warning, bridle any greed.
All in moderation is a worthwhile creed.
One more for the road you may see as a boon,
But when indigestion strikes, I think you'll change your tune!
13/12/18
( Best sung to the tune of 'sing a song of sixpence nursery rhyme!)
Punny Holiday Pies Poetry Contest : sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
My Dad was a very practical man, so adept at many things.
Why, he could fix my bike and replace a watch's springs!
Many times I stayed by his side as he worked late into the night.
I learned so many things from him as I simply held the light!
He could tear an engine down and put it together again!
He could hang a garage door or replace a broken window pane!
He showed me how to tie a fishing fly and how to make a kite!
I learned so many things from Dad by simply holding the light!
Growing up during The Great Depression things were really tough.
He even had to repair our shoes with heels and soles, sure enough!
He was a talented carpenter who made sure things fit snug and tight.
So many things I learned from Dad by simply holding the light!
If the old John Deere tractor wouldn't start he knew exactly what to do.
He knew how to doctor his horses, hogs, cows and little puppies too!
He could butcher a hog in a trice and cure its hams and bacons right.
I learned so many things from Dad as I stood and simply held the light!
He could repair an inner tube, repair a harrow and shoe a horse!
He mastered the use of a dowsing rod and could trace water to its source!
Dad was and is my hero and taught me always to do things right.
So many, many things I learned from Dad as I simply held the light!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
If I were really rich, I would live in beautiful Bermuda,
Sipping rum swizzles and fishing for wily barracuda!
I'd buy a fancy sports car in which to cruise unbound,
And join the Mid-Ocean Club to play a daily golfing round!
I'd own a sailing yacht on which to entertain my friends,
Sailing 'neath moonlit skies as around the isle she wends!
I'd buy a splendid cottage on The Cut in Olde St George's town,
From there to savor dramatic sunsets watching olde Sol go down!
I'd dine on fish and chips at my favorite pub, The White Horse Inn,
Listening to quaint calypso music by the Talbot Brothers therein!
On balmy evenings I'd stroll Old Maids Lane and Shinbone Alley,
And watch the Gombey dancers gyrate as I leisurely dally!
If I were rich I would move there in a trice,
To loll on the pink sandy beaches of that island paradise!
Entry for Mystic Rose's "If You Were Rich Contest"
(11 November 2015)
I came upon serried ranks
Of once-men who'd given their all,
Silent sentinels who'd known fear,
Pain and terror before their fall.
They'd stared the grim Reaper in the face
And knew their time had come.
But there were those who knew not that
Their lives were a rounded sum.
Some in distant lands had fought
For causes they knew not what
A vague concept of patriotism
In them was drummed and taught.
Cannon-fodder or grist to mill
You may call it what you want
A budding life, a blooming soul
Sacrificed to dogma and cant.
Time passes by, we sing their praise
And recall their valiant sacrifice.
We thank them for all they did,
And forget them in a trice.
For such is the folly of a war
For whate'er cause it's fought
The soldiers give their ultimate
And soon they are all forgot!
Form:
We are all blemished and will do poorly.
We benefit while ignoring the price.
Yet, we vow to endure the pain bravely.
Perhaps we should ponder round this quickly.
Death turn more widely avowed in a trice.
We are all blemished and will do poorly.
We are the key culprits of the treaty.
We render woods in order to claim truce.
Yet, we vow to endure the pain bravely.
Vile spell that we've just cast is known widely.
With all of our poison strewn in the place.
We are all blemished and will do poorly.
We have a trend to ignore our frailty.
Or by hurting, free yourself from entice.
Yet, we vow to endure the pain bravely.
I'm speechless as I squirm to find savvy.
My heart is weary of my mind's entrance.
We are all blemished and will do poorly.
Yet, we vow to endure the pain bravely.
I was awed by the noise..As breath indrawn.? Of mighty
Giants in unseen form..' immediatly after grew the
Vivid lemon walls..towering ramparts a firestorm! fissures
Of red, glints of blue..With a marching noise a crecendo
That grew..Then the road before us began to move as
All types of creatures; as if in a torrent flew.' Snakes and goannas rats and mice, wallabys you name it? All in a trice! no
Animal lingered! or fought with another' they were escaping
From the powerfull flames that smotherd..The octane roar drowned
Your senses alright..!! Sugar cane fields ablaze at night.!!
I'll always remember the workers nearby with machtes at their
Smoko's and that lurid sky.'