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"Hubby, I’m off to take a shower,
I should be done in half an hour.”
But…now turn PC on instead!
A mental list within my head!
• Sign into my PS account.
• Check the new Poem Of The Day.
• Type in my comment, make it count.
• Find all the blogs, read what they say.
• Add my input without delay.
• Check the lists for contests won.
• Send my congrats when that is done.
• Review my write about the Sun.
• Submit it for a contest theme.
• Check out New Poems on the list.
• Comment on ones that make me beam.
• Respond to comments that I missed.
• Address my Soup Mail inbox stream.
Oh my! Two hours gone, I find!
No shower yet, I’m way behind!
And hubby comments, “one-track mind,”
But understands, becomes resigned.
May 13, 2015
Contest: The Marmite Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Captivated by the flesh
never reaching the buried spirit
captured deep within.
Looking for trust; we are sidetracked by lust.
First, look into the whites of their eyes,
watch their smile, measure their laughter.
For then you shall find what you truly seek.
Smell, the freshness of innocent breath.
And know assuredly
That hate, and selfishness has not
calcified their hearts.
Recognize lust as ignorance,
that ignores spiritual wisdom
and taints the mind with deceit.
As we seek the soul, we are sometimes
captivated by the flesh.
Never reaching the buried spirit
captured deep within.
Be guided not by the glitter,
but let the love of righteousness be your bow…
Aim your arrow STRAIGHT toward the soft marrow of the soul.
If to know true love is your aim, and spiritual peace be your goal.
You me we all strive in this life
To leave something of ourselves behind
To bequeath our mark on history
And be remembered throughout time
Be it for legacy or vain conceit
In our youth we had dreams
Dreams so much larger than life
To stretch our wings and soar
We would change the world
Make it a better place for us all
At times we’ve gotten sidetracked
Round about in some foolish ways
At times dizzy and confused
Unconcerned by the trickle of sand
Falling mercilessly in the hourglass
If only we could see our destiny
As clear as curbside signs
Showing us the point we'll reach
Be it high or be it deep
All in proper time making up for what's lost
Now loud and clear that ringing beckons
That haunting call that urgent craving
A yearning before that final curtain falls
Happens to us one and all
Be it for legacy or vain conceit
AP: 3rd place 2020
Watching snow collide...
Watching snow ascend...
Watching it zig zag with technical pride
Watchung snow descend...
I view my window as the wind lets out its blow
Caught a gaze at it a few times about some years ago
Autumn hasn’t ended yet, my friend
I’ll meet you from beginning to end
I got distracted…
So sidetracked from the start,
Chasing snow on the TV screen
I got attracted…
So deceived with lust in heart
The snow outside is glimmering gold
Our imagination inside never grows old
I keep staring at the television screen,
Wondering where you’ve been…again…
Bewildered, yet calm and collected
I want to be accepted, not rejected
I saw snow on the TV screen,
But I’d rather chase snow outside, so don’t intervene
Life is full of distractions
Generally, It’s for our satisfactions..
Yet, millions suffer day by day
I sink and drown in consideration and dismay
I am frustrated
Let me look less jaded
I’d rather watch and observe sadly…
I can’t do anything about it unfortunately
Turn off the television
Look into my weary eyes
It’s ultimately your decision
If you want to believe in truths or lies
Just so that you know
I ran into your mind's snow
Your brain is glitching insane
We both are on a different lane
Chasing…inside...snow…
I don’t know why I do so
Just so that you know,
I seek the truth behind the lie, you know?
Chasing…outside…snow
Being
a
Little
Abstract
Whacked
and
Cracked.
I
Snatched
Eye
Contact
with
Distracted
Impact.
Enacting
an
Attack
on
a
Suggested
Sex
Act.
Interacting
with
Jam
Packed
Counter
Attacks.
The
Knack
of
being
Intellectually
Stacked.
Retracting
One
Tracked
Fraudulent
Facts.
Bushwhacked
and
Carjacked.
Transacting
Transparency
in
Outdated
Contracts.
Attracted
by
the
Unbacked
Smack
of
Inexact
Yak.
Sidetracked
and
Highjacked
by
a
Prepackaged
Jackass!
Captured by titles
Frozen by roles
They feel so entitled
By what they behold
Measured by achievements
Restricted by deeds
Looks towards the external
So they can succeed
Goals are important
On the physical plane
So is one's spirit
It has much to gain
Although what matters
It's looked on with scorn
We regard outer treasures
As our only norm
To have, is important
But so is to feel
The tangible things
Are isn't what's real
he goal of success is not only material
The shell's an illusion
The soul is ethereal
So don't become sidetracked
By temporal things
Direct your attention
To what the soul brings
When you need a moment to escape
from your modern place of mask normality,
to discover accurately, the unexplored state,
reigning right there within your personality.
In the vortex, we wear a mask to hide ourselves
Covering fear of failure until being unmasked,
And the rare hidden beauty of many degrees
Find a valise to make objectives into multitasked.
All that was Plundered has been a lesson,
Come to commiserate gloom on yawn street.
But the moon slipped into the room with unison,
Released upon layers of darkness as new light.
In a realm that cannot be seen by the eye,
Images and pictures reveal the hidden facets.
Look at your picture and see the hidden beauty,
Unconscious values of brightly colored petals.
This beauty is achieved, without doing anything,
Intricate but stunning, physical middles of mind,
Deeply embedded, wedded soul and spirit being,
the emblems of maturing takes the longest time.
A burning journey with the person in this energy,
The synergy of your hidden beauty can flow freely,
If the goal of yours, are seen not in cynical ingenuity,
But in the revered emotions behind the theory.
Within you lies the power, desire, and beauty
Which can get sidetracked, damage, and disable?
The best of our lives is hidden, by unimproved duty,
Still waiting to be discovered and made available.
Last January, winter lost it's chill
By May the summer's sun had turned me brown
I watch the leaves late August, change at will
Time's speeding up or am I slowing down?
It brings to mind, a boy, which I once knew
While young, he put a dream up on a shelf
It sat there many years. Oh, how time flew.
While he got sidetracked searching for himself
And then one day while sitting in a swing
His body tired, each passing year a mile
With autumn closing in, he thought of spring
And how time turned his dream into a smile
How quickly through the glass our trickling sand
One day a boy, the next, a tired old man.
by Daniel Turner
You me we all strive in this life
To leave something of ourselves behind
To bequeath our mark on history
And be remembered throughout time
Be it for legacy or vain conceit
In our youth we had dreams
Dreams so much larger than life
To stretch our wings and soar
We would change the world
Make it a better place for us all
At times we’ve gotten sidetracked
Round about in some foolish ways
At times dizzy and confused
Unconcerned by the trickle of sand
Falling mercilessly in the hourglass
If only we could see our destiny
As clear as curbside signs
Showing us the point we'll reach
Be it high or be it deep
All in proper time making up for lost time
Now loud and clear that ringing beckons
That haunting call that urgent craving
A yearning before that final curtain falls
Happens to us one and all
Be it for legacy or vain conceit
quintain
From my wheel chair facing their veranda
I could not distinguish the girl next door.
She looked somewhat like my niece, Miranda,
except for her hair halfway to the floor.
(Miranda always kept her hair shorter.)
I turned the music down so I could hear
the conversation that was taking place.
Although I consider myself a seer
who reads expressions on a person’s face,
I discerned the voice of a reporter -
well-known correspondent on radio.
She posed some questions, most of which I missed.
Once she turned her head towards me, just so
and I caught one, clearly getting her gist.
“Is your neighbor watching us from her deck?”
Taking the hint, I retreated inside,
unaware of how obvious I’d been.
It was then I saw what she had descried.
Eavesdropping had not caused her chagrin,
‘twas the field glasses hanging ‘round my neck.