Long Timing Poems
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I sought to write verse tried and true,
But jester scuttled my muse making me blue.
I responded with childhood rhymes I once knew,
Yet that clown pilfered all and then withdrew.
Rebounding, I sought rhythm's cadence to renew,
Alas, he scrambled my patterns and my timing did screw.
Regaling remaining wit, many riddles did I queue.
Frustratingly, that spinster unraveled every clue.
Revitalizing the inner spirit, a few puns did I brew.
Revolting, that huckster for shallow laughter did sue.
Forlorn, I tried with other's quotes to imbue;
He called me a charlatan and my lack of honor did rue.
Form:
Am going to live my life again
And go places with my new found friend
I am going to live my life again and
get a taste of paradise on earth
And crawl on my belly out of the dirt
I had a strange dream of how I was
practicing on the trampoline
I keep bouncing higher and higher
With my body in shape
And my figure all over the place
I felt relax and fine and held close to the divine
I completed all the stages in perfect timing
And had some prestigious landing,
I couldn’t believe that I was doing
such thing, anchoring in mid- air
and touching my toes with grandeur
Gravity kept me in line and the miracle was divine
I got lost in a space unknown and met with the invisible
sitting on the throne and for a split second, I saw the light
before me and the darkness faded behind me,
I open my eyes to see if I was still alive
And I heard the boisterous crowd
screaming and shouting with cheers,
I was still standing in position
with the miracle holding in my hand,
And I was still here,
the screams and shouts got louder
And I finally crossed over neatly
and the speed at which I moved
clock the time that no one could improve
My body was accurate and neat
and the music made my movement complete
I can see the distance that I walk
I measure the circle and the square
And reach for the star floating in the air
The oval was complete and
the gold was dangling underneath my feet
and the three dimensional shape that
my body make cause the entire stadium to shake
I find found an electrifying form
that no one could imitate and
the trampoline improve my shape and
gave me a brand new form to compete
while glory awaits me on the other side and
nothing could stop me.
Rising, a second ahead of stead, fine timing of executor
Horse gusto momentum, mortality a trot towards death
Tied up apple placated decades are dust obscured
Gallops a gamble heart squeeze mane clenched
Bridle left imprints jovial jockey rubs in virility
River pebble tossed prospect to become creek victor
Firm hooves with haphazard legs flail out of depth
Eyes which recognise primary desire, easily lured
Guile of reliance, combed gleamed pretense
Leads to forsaken stable of lollypop loyalty
Karat snap accusations on nonchalance don't register
Angry words inhaled in dawn fragile waking breath
Hat shade Sunday hums hymn worship conditional
Dictation praise from chapter of Shera Seven
Pampers offbeat imminent dog food frailty
Eleventh of May
Mercedes, Argument, Diamonds
As a child we watched George Jetson face-timing Mr. Spacely.
We knew this would never come to fruition.
Our stereo players took an entire end table.
Videotaping was not even a future dream.
Tape recorders were enormously heavy and bulky.
We might be able to borrow Daddy’s to tape our voices.
If it was a special occasion and we promised not to hurt it.
As electronic as we got, but we did not use the word electronic.
Back in my day there were no computers – not home or office.
I was out of high school before I ever heard the word computer.
The few that existed took up a full room in a university.
We had not met VCR tapes yet, our music was on records.
In 1984 my husband and I bought a word processor.
The salesman told us it was the first one sold west of the Mississippi.
It was an Osbourne, followed by an Olivetti 248.
I learned terms I had never heard before in my life.
Storage, disc, data, it was like learning a new language.
VCR tapes and players were being sold now.
we purchased six hundred of those tapes.
never dreaming they would not always be the most current thing.
not realizing there would ever be home computers
or personal computers or cell phones unhooked to walls
We would have laughed our guts out at the idea of Facetime
Never dreaming that years later we would be face-timing Mr. Spacely
What Makes You Think you're Qualified
By Franklin Price
7/24/2015
What makes you think you're qualified to run for president?
Your timing is a little off; it hasn't come or it has went.
Nothing you have to offer can help this country out.
Most of what you speak is meaningless of that I have no doubt
Cannot attract attention away from Donald Trump
King of world wide real estate; politically he's Forest Gump.
Lighting up the media, to tout his point of view;
not much substance to it, but then that's really nothing new.
You all have tried that tactic; of a plan to make things right;
a lot of words and no real substance, nothing to lead us to the light
Pointing fingers elsewhere when your plan is just hot air;
no wonder Trump can move right in, perhaps it's only fair
At least he doesn't waver, almost every time he speaks,
makes a fool out of himself, has no plan, he really reeks,
but then so do the rest of you, except for one or two,
who are really not flamboyant; when they present their point of view
Their plans may have some substance, but do not attract the news,
or the voters to elect them with their country saving views.
What they're saying is not popular, calls for a little sacrifice,
from the rich and poor alike; that doesn't make them very nice.
The voters are the fault you see they always have their say
and they don't want to sacrifice tomorrow or today.
They just keep on complaining that the rich men have it all.
All they have to do to change things is to make the proper call.
A president of substance not air that's only hot,
a cooperating Congress would also help a lot,
Vote out do nothing dead wood who have been there way too long
and raise America up again to the place where we belong
I know what,
But I don't know when.
I know where,
But I don't know when.
I know how,
But I don't know when
I know who
But I don't know when.
I even know why,
But I don't know when.
Love is the only reason why.
I am certainly no prophet, but
Sunday morning, April 28, 2024,
just before heading out to church,
I felt and heard the sound deep within my soul.
There was no lightning nor did the thunder roll.
There was neither an angel nor a vision of heaven.
Many things there be that God has concealed from us.
But in His time, many of those things will be revealed.
I'm no prophet, but I tell you, God is up to something
big and bold for a world very cruel and cold. Indeed,
His timing is about to unfold like the unveiling
of a scroll far beyond anything we've been told.
Everything we deem a priority will be put on hold.
God's endless love for us never grows old, and
He's ever reaching out to heal and make us whole.
But we must bow and repent before the bell tolls.
I gazed at the night sky above me watching the clouds rolling by, everything was quite around, and for the first time I had a glimpse of where destiny is bound.
There is something magnificent radiating from above, humming with the graceful heart of a dove; it is walking with boots on the ground with the eyes of eagles looking around.
I walked along the town hall with a message that is so tall listening to the musical sound, and the culture running up and down the town.
The traffic was moving in particular rhythm and the solitude of man bound up with a grin, for the first time I could see the consciousness of mankind searching for a new meaning above the highest ceiling.
I was prepared for this task that would lift the heavens out of the dark and so I embarked on another mission to the moon.
We have been working in the woods for many years, wrestling with the wind and building models to stay alive while we try to fulfill this bountiful sacrifice, our hearts are with us and the heavens is above we glide through the trees and settle with the breeze
life began to take on new meaning oh what a wonderful feeling. Wisdom propels us along and we starts to sing a New song. The timing is right so we decide to roll the dice.
A whole new world has lit up in front of me and the universe is embracing me, two hearts meet under the tree bound together in the highest degree.
We climb the heighest mountain together listening to the howling wind and the message that is embedded within. The testament of truth is wrapped up in a message spanning from our youth, two different ages, two different grades but the passion that merges our soul will never be broken when we grow old.
The cord of love ties us together and the call to duty assembles us, the mind with its multitude of thoughts rises from a pinnacle, looking for a solitude that is floating in midair.
It is strong and deep and it never dies; it draws fresh water from the ocean and fills the heart with a great devotion and somewhere between those trees you will find solitude with the wind.
CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT MANTIS
In one hundred years
I saw a thousand mantises
on this Christmas Eve another
descended unexpected gift
for a northern Lightwave
whilst I stared at singular
Southern sky
She reminded about stillness
strategy soundlessness
embodied etiquette
empathy reflecting my
mirrors
we practiced prayers
exchanging piety for
piquant dreams
from triangular head
could I trust in timing
Careful calm collected
one leg up slowly
shake observe
turn head left
turn head right
Awareness quivers on
awaiting angle
divining a tiny trial of luck
focus no fidget
its Christmas Eve
ChristLight announced
from a darkly
lucid mantis womb
Her greenstick keys
unlock patient portals to
my Eternal Heart
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
The sun is playing games
Teasing for a minute or two
Between mountains swathed in gray clouds
Briefly shining on the wet pavement
Not long enough to warm the air
Like grasping for a dream, not quite reaching it
As the light fades again
The wind whistles stories in the trees
Making me think of many stories I have to tell
Some important enough to make a difference
When truth is told the sun shines in hearts
Not only in the sky to see
Sometimes resolution comes from taking risks
Persistently following a dream after it slips away
Knowing it is all about timing, faith, inner beliefs
The rest is only the trick of unpredictable diversion
Heidi Sands
5/7/17
Sitting in an open meadow
To the call of whipper wills
He places his pen in motion
As the winds calm to a still
Nature turns to bend an ear
To what he has to say
The stream near by so crystal clear
Slows down in its wake
The words flow out in rhythm
As mighty eagles soar
Distant thunder clouds cry out loud
Urging him for more
He is natures poet
Brought forth at this time
To bring nature back together
In simple poem and rhyme
But the poetry isn't so simple
As rhyme flows through near by wood
Mother nature relinquishes the reigns
All for the common good
Every living thing feels the power
In this poets pen
Waiting for the perfect timing
To where all can begin again
With life back in balance
He travels to where it is he came
Until we are in need
Of natures poet once again