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There's no one here,
just me and my dog
and the ticking of the clock,
some say hey, it's an hour late
daylight savings time pushes ahead,
but for me, it's okay, it's fine
though right now, I'm an hour behind;
the day still comes and goes
rising sun and fallen snow,
pale blue gray skies are on the fly
time forever slowing, rushing by,
all the creatures on earth know
life is steady in its flow,
morning dew on winter's chilled grass
futures waiting on the lost past;
a word, a thought, a smile, a laugh
everything is new but never lasts,
today completes our yesterdays
and now is ever slipping fast away,
hold on tight, the epic ride begins
blowing east, west, north, south on the winds,
until there's no one left to stay
n the foolish games we constantly play,
the changing times never move us forward or back
and all we're left with is a reality fact.
Random chain of events
preceded occurrence re:
guarding existence of me
interminable fits and starts
concerning self destruction
inherent within one measly
self important species.
Yours truly synonymous
with any chance reader
(of course inclusive those
untold past multitudes,
who trod upon this oblate
spheroid preceding one
anonymous groveling,
middling sniveling modest
*****sapien) pursuant
upon unknown destination
giving contemplative,
introspective, speculative...
pause every now and again,
asper bajillion prior
bipedal hominids, whose
individual deliberate or
random natural biological
impulses wrought sons
and/or daughters, whose
subsequent call, sans their
wild procreative proclivities
unwittingly begat the
unique chromosomal
combinations inscribed genes
imbuing each of us with
transient occupancy to revel,
relish, reckon very finite
number of orbitz around
nearest star, how longevity
(till mortality – leisurely
and/or vocationally)
expended, yet anatomically,
biochemically, physiologically...
linkedin with avast
gamut incorporating
unknowable determinants sole
fully cobbling wide, whirled
webbing, (albeit skein
microscopic) comprising
resultant Deoxyribonucleic
amalgamations, combinations,
emulations...throughout
untold generations eventually
giving (swell pregnant)
rise to healthy progeny
predicated on an uneventful
tragic mishap in utero
preceding parturition, which
miraculous seminal fertilization
regarding series of
fortunate events delineating
quintessentially strapping
robust tot destined (years later)
to continue human
species, thus I ponder
tremendous steep odds (analogous
to drawing winning lottery
ticket), when reproductive
processes diploid propagating
one after another ongoing
generation, yet in retrospect
every cellular T-Mobile
chance coupling attendant on
haphazard spontaneous
buzzfeeding circumstances
promulgating prolific primal
precedents begetting each
individual necessitating tenuous
fluke (worm hungers) engaging,
engendering, engineering...
(similar to science experiment)
endowing penultimate on the fly
fusion between two haploid cells
impossible to explain convincingly,
(asper in my mind) the notion
predestination intervenes
likened to invisible hand.
Dog eat dog world
Awakes to new dawn;
Paradoxical gains
Words and yet more
Empty words dilute;
Cold comfort frozen
Headlines sensation
Bad news in vogue;
Catchy decadence
Muse upon feeling
Profound thought;
Self-realization lights
Mood swings highlight
Psychic trauma;
Pain instigates
Skybridge running track
26 floors above;
Senior citizens jog
Look to this day
To do something good;
Saturday cat nap
Set routines
To-Do List unfurls;
Time is never enough
Much ado
About nothing new;
Changes re-order
Ideas rule the world
Change agents --
Come and go abruptly
Worn-out old pavilion
Two weary workers;
Chat over beer repast
Busy passage conduit
People hurry briskly;
Haphazard side stepping
Busy networking
Trying to get ahead;
Lost in the crowd
Visual impact dazzle
Too much colour;
Not much insight
Takeaway counter
Pre-order your drink blend;
Beverage on-the-fly
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2014
Singapore
This is the third in a trilogy of steeler poems and while it is good on its own.I really had fun with this one. All three need read for the full story to be told.
Oh they have won the Superbowl
It's what I said would be
The Seahawks wings were clipped
Now we can laugh, hee hee
I am so excited
I want to give a cry
The Steelers won the Superbowl
They did it on the fly
Now a wildcard was their fate
No chance to win at all
At least that's what the experts said
This trip came with a fall.
First off would be the Bengals
These cats would show their claws
They almost won the game
But we showed up their flaws
There quarterback would stumble
He'd have to leave the game
Without him they were lost
Without him they were lame
Next would be the colts
Which was the favorite team
They thundered with their hooves
Each game they played was lean
This did not faze these men
Who'd tame and brake these colts
No one would stop these guys
Will Ben through thunderbolts
Two games they played that day
As the refs played dirty pool
But they would not be stopped
Oh they would win this duel
It almost did not happen
As the bus would lose the ball
But Ben would make an awesome save
With that they'd win it all
Now Denver came up next
But they'd fall like all before
These broncos would be busted
Then wipped til they were sore
Now that's how they arrived
To play in the big game
They brought home number five
Now we're not quite the same
The Bus now has retired
To the hall of fame he's bound
Now Ward won MVP
He play this game quite sound
Big Ben was not his best
Still though he won the game
The youngest to do so
This year none will complain
With that I'll end this poem
It's been a great great ride
I hope to see it come again
So we can tan some hide.
In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought,
Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries,
Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes, the storm is but a hushed song,
The greatest gift—a mystery shared on pages of life yet untrodden.
It is the whisper of the wind among ancient walnut trees, racing,
Word before the word, a promise made before being spoken,
A promise of time, preserved in a heavenly amphora,
A priceless present dissolving in hands, a crystal of counted fate.
Youth, a butterfly's flight in its first flutter,
Wings of light borrowed from the kiss of morning sun,
Treads yet shyly on untrodden paths,
With the unknown throbbing within, its sweet facade of the absolute.
A candle between two worlds, dusk and dawn in a single being,
The young heart sails through the veils of reality, a rope of scorching sand,
Life borrowed in rainbow chalices, sipping on the fly,
Each moment a gate to hanging gardens, green and blooming.
In the library of time, it stands proud, a book with pages yet unread,
Hiding in magic words the seeds of future undreamt stars,
The emptiness it brings is full of echoes and of coming shadows,
An orbit's music, an offering of beginning before the altar to be.
The gift of passing it assumes, in its violin song, in the mystery of the tossed night,
A horizon unfolded like a mantle on the shoulders of the spilling time,
Eternity received in installments, farce in the light of mornings barely painted,
Youth, a world-making in each of us, the chant of an existence unembittered.
Time imparts its traveling star aura, a gift from gift,
Each minute woven into the fabric of fate in the rich carpet of its destiny,
That holy fervor, scattering into tales, our ageless beginnings,
An advance from life, in its generous treasury, ever sprinkled with new charm.
D O I T S L O W E R
Have you ever stopped and watched how kids laugh on a carousel?
Or for few minutes you listen to the pounds and thumps of rain?
Have you ever followed a butterfly fluttering by?
Or stare at the sun painting red and orange bright?
Daily you put the alarm-- so conscious of time.
You want everything to be done on second hand;
you run as if each day on the fly.
When someone asked you: "How are you?"
Did you ever care to reply, asking back the same?
Your wife and kids ask you for a time
yet, most of the time all you said is wait for awhile.
The night skirts it's dark starry skies,
instead of going home, you chose to work for more.
When you are done and it's time to sleep,
still... there are hundred chores running round your head.
One Sunday morning, your child wanted a talk--
but your phone rang, you wave a hand and say tomorrow.
You are so haste to leave,
you didn't see his brow break to sorrow...
You lost the touch
even a good friendship die right before your eyes
'Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi"!
When will you realize quality time is a must?
Don't you know
when you dance fast on life's music
you are missing much?
Time is short and so is life
All music comes to an end, it doesn't last
When you see life like a race
you will miss half of the fun in each phase.
Worrying and hurrying through the day
is like disclosing some gifts along each way.
Life is never a race, do take it slower...
© O.E. Guillermo'
10:44 pm, November 18, 2014
Sponsor Kelly Deschler
Contest Name I Love Rock N' Roll
Placed 4th
Song: TIME by PINK FLOYD
Once, this was the only dream
the inseparable bond of you to me agleam,
the love and passion forever entwined
the babe in arms divine
but soon enough, came the burden and responsibility
one babe became two then three
and after all this time, you see things differently
deciding you have no need of me.
A younger lass catches your roving eye,
listens to your ramblings hanging on the fly
performs your every wish and desire
flames your soul and body with hotter fires,
and these children of our mutual flesh and bone
are mere pawns that threaten your new throne
and you argue and at last confess,
she is your desire with who you are obsessed.
It's not me, it's you - you say
and make your time in this game you play,
have your fling and all it's fun
you'll never see me on the run
Where did it all go wrong
that love that we shared once so strong?
All those wasted hours as our love sour,
how well I know, it's time for you to go.
what do I have to do to win your heart?,
we share jokes and laughter on the fly.
I’ve tried so hard, yet we’re apart,
my hope is fading, as years go by.
As kids I pushed your swing at school,
but as I held your hand, you played it cool.
I watch you cry and come apart,
as you have felt the sting of life,
as you have now a wounded heart,
instead of being someone’s wife.
what can one say, where can I start,
to make you see the love I feel,
I’ve done all I could to play the part,
instead of standing, now I kneel.
as actors, we have never read the script,
the one that held the happy ending,
the story line was shattered, it was ripped,
that we were lovers, was but pretending.
and when I’m gone, when life is over,
when all my diary has been read,
you’ll know I was the man who loved you,
what can you say, when I’ll be dead.
.
When we get it all wrong
Life just keeps moving along
No time for us to stand strong
We balance it all out like a delicate love song
Carefully sorting out what lies in our path
So we don't get tripped up in the aftermath
Handling this busy life on the fly
Unable to just let all things ride
As hard as we try
Some things we just have to accept
There is no bottom side
So much of life we need not ask ourselves why
To that many of us can testify
It's when we get it right
Like a spotlight magnifies a beam of light
That molds it all into flight
Making us feel like we are winning the fight
Even when we get it wrong
The quicker we are able to just move along
The less likely we are to become headstrong
In a world that can make you feel like you don't belong
Life keeps passing us by
So learn to ride its highs
Don't get hung up on its whoa's
In this world of so many unknowns
Take it all in nice and slow
This makes it possible for us to grow
So your life will continue to flow
Like a moving picture show
O boulder, with pitch resin shine!
Flicker fine at night!
Fate and Fortune, thus we dine!
Sign, O line of sight!
Ichor in immortal veins?
Crenellate to hold.
No use waiting for the rains!
Sane and centrefold!
Explain, O my spark-lit brain?
Bone of throne and bane!
Blossom inward! Core and chain!
Melee, meet the main!
Gone and unreturned? We learned.
Oh, what we discerned.
Night of nail and ne'er-do-churned!
How the bodies burned...
Yellow streaks in starry sky?
Panels on the fade.
Foxfire, foment on the fly!
Beckon as ye bade!
Climate of the covenant?
Back the boneyard bright?
Feet of clay, about me plant!
Cant cerebral, kite!
Mortal life, upon the knife?
Who to target, strife?
Circumstances, rhyme or rife?
O Rhine River, fife!