Long Timing Poems
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The pitcher toes the rubber, then steps off for a bit,
Wipes his brow, sets his cap, pounds the ball in his mitt
As he peers in for the sign sixty feet six inches away
Where stands the batter, dead set on wrecking his day.
The ump gives a shout: "Let's get on with it; time to play!"
The fans stir restlessly, yearn for action, come what may.
The hurler's into his wind-up, cocks his arm, lets it go,
The pitch is on its way; he's heaved a mighty throw...
The crack of the bat, the flight of the ball,
The timing of the fielder, who leaps over the wall
To snare an out from the jaws of a surefire home run---
Gasps of silence, then applause's tumult rains down.
Baseball's magic is unique, squeezed into seconds of play:
Seconds to shape a long summer, each and every day.
New boots, pressing on my heels,
still stiff, not yet broken in,
stomping on roots, beds of needles
dropped by towering white pines,
scuffing on gneiss and granite
as they pound down the trail.
Have been walking since early morn,
a long trail on a high peak
in the far north of New York.
first break in the rain in a week,
makes for a very wet trail,
but a hiker goes when he can
and always watches the skies.
Got up to the peak, saw far clouds
moving quickly on the wind,
zephyr pushing them from the west,
so I double-timed it down.
I know that it’s coming soon,
weatherman was wrong again.
Glint of glass and chrome through trees,
sure sign of trail-head parking lot,
take off bear-mace and big knife,
change my shirt and clamber in.
Relax and breath for a moment,
muscles tense like coiled springs.
Then a drop on the windshield,
another and another, slow at first,
the heavens open fire on us all,
big, downpour drops ring off metal.
Tired as I am, I will wait,
rest a bit until it slackens.
At least I’m not still up there…
Rising on island,
Mountain, with peaks of possibility,
Valley lush and green.
When my knees collapse, lightning and thunder -
Call it butterflies.
The palms warmed and cooled us, warned us, fooled us.
Explosive, our love -
Once conjoined, often drifting in the sea,
Eyes leaping with fire.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Hearts of stone, lifting upwards, tears running,
Drifting on riffraff.
Outbreak of chortling might redirect winds.
La la…ooh…la la.
Sips of berries and pineapple; we share
Icy tropical
Attempts to cool things down; steam underfoot.
Ebb and flow of raft,
Seeking to poke embers - attentive ears.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Collapse of civilization, in grass
Skirt, paradise shirt,
Atomic timing sans wearing a watch.
Heads buried in sand -
Lips meeting in molten-red, not passive,
Dirty and tender.
Swimming in sweep of lava lake, suntan-
Baked, gliding upwards,
Climactic eruption, falling with love.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
We ride the flume of volcanic weather,
Can’t raise the tall man,
Seek the insane chance of sane survival -
Valiancy in strife.
Man and wife seeking each other’s island -
Pieces fit just right.
Synchronic habitation, breathing room.
Volcano’s, how old?
In the end it shuts its mouth… a whisper
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Dressing room to try dresses on.
It was a no-go.
Pain was agonizing, excruciating.
To make matter worse -
4 teens in one dressing room,
2 girls, 2 guys.
Can you tell me why
the department store staff doesn’t
handle this and it is as if you
are the complainer, as if
they are doing you a favor.
Then I hear the guys
and their excuses. Oh the pain.
“Honey, it’s not you, but I can’t stay.”
I tell this to my husband, and we’re
on our way. The timing was all off.
I just couldn’t take it. It was psychological.
It was physical. It was too much.
It was pretty much a 9 out of 10,
just before tears. I will try again soon
to find a dress for my cruise.
Doc has spurred me on my way.
Took a month to get in as a new
patient…oh to be that patient!
the rope was
at least
twenty
five
feet and mine
fifty eight but
the slack
makes
me think that
miss calculation
was made and being
afraid of
losing her
i pull to pull
her up but
there is no
weight so afraid
i afraidly wait and
then pull a little
to pick up
her
and at that
exact moment
in time
timing her assent
the umbilical
cord
has turned
onto into the staff
of a chord accordingly
to the composer's
ear perhaps
sounding
like something
that has gone
extinct and is
dying
but not
knows why
so the
orchestral
score shows
me in
cat years
three out of
nine
and so
with four
more
to go i
think i will
live in
a city in
Ecuador
Form:
Booty beats from tomb slapping funkier bass,
rhythms to a spherical time in chic confess.
Slick elegance rhymes to fast timing,
wua wua references clear defining.
Dialog in electronic sound design,
funk happens for all of us therein.
Parliament funkadelic renegade,
riding in that old funky rolls to separate.
Committing funky crime against the state of soul,
mix the funk into the rhythm and it will not fade.
High on funk from the bottom and splendor of thing,
funky release of natural essence within.
Amorphous effusive impulse component,
and sweet sweaty antidepressant.
Ramification in that state of mind to funk,
blues road and gospel bell out of sorrow strung.
I ate a cake in order to stay up late
Seeing that I stayed up late, I ate a cake
So, my darling pursued me with a broom
Livid, she chased me all around the room
She was taking this to the extreme. Make no mistake
We are talking about all the pieces of the cake
I tried apologizing. The timing was too soon
My body is suffering from a serious wound
"But Cupcake, I know how to make another cake”
With big tears in her eyes, that was my lifesaving break
I urged her, "Dear, could we now get a hospital room?"
"But wait, I will have my cake. Let's perform a handshake"
I crossed my fingers. Because, I would become immune
I will bake a cake or purchase one. Make no mistake
I’m like a raccoon eager for the next opportune
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Dana Redricks
02/01/2023
Dear Abba Father, God Yahweh, I thank You for being loving, patient, and kind to me. I do not always understand Your timing, but I want to patiently wait on You. Please hear my prayers and comfort me when I struggle to understand Your plans. Lord Yeshua [Jesus], I ask that You transform my mind, and give me a new perspective on my life. Please help me to let go of my past, and move towards the future You have established for me. I know Your plan is to prosper me, and to give me hope and a bright future. Lord Yeshua [Jesus] when I am lonely help me to remember that You are always with me, and You promised to never leave, nor forsake me, and can always rely on Your promises. Lord Yeshua [Jesus] please help me to daily remember to stay suited with the Full Armor of God Yahweh for each battle I face, so I may be able to stand my ground in these evil days we are living in. To God Yahweh be the glory forever and ever. In Yeshua' [Jesus'] name I pray, amen (so be it) shalom.
We serve a great God,
Who is on our side,
Be the flag, others can watch,
Be the banner, others can follow,
God is giving us a new posture,
New wings to fly over challenges,
To hit the marks that we missed,
During the last season,
Setting up to a new level of greatness,
Bringing back revelation,
That has never been heard,
Releasing an eye for warring,
You will know the timing,
New assignments,
You will unlock things,
Things not unlocked before,
The blueprint of Heaven,
Coming down,
Exploration in dark places,
Will be your portion,
New things are coming,
Open your mouth, your breath will be,
Stronger than the dragon's fire,
Consuming with the fire of destiny,
Multiplication of the next season sure,
Let us glorify our Lord,
He will give us a great reward!
I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But I’ll undoubtedly put the last of my trust in You
I have much to lose, yes, indeed that’s true
But out of options I’ve finally run
And now even money, I truly have none
So I will find my way to your garment
So You can put an end to this bloody ailment
With an old blood-stained dress
I start out and on I press
I hurry through the deafeningly noisy crowd
Each one giving a careless, yet imploring shout
And it feels like You move further
With every step I take to get closer
“Please, if You are the Saviour”, I think,
“help me to press on, for I’m at the brink
Of breaking down, about to forfeit
I’m helplessly at the mercy of defeat.”
Not only will I touch your garment
But You will make my life to Your goodness a testament
Finally, after pushing past the multitude, I see an open space
To my advantage, in the other direction, is turned His face
Unworthy I am, so I really do not have to talk to Him
All I truly need to do is swiftly touch His hem
The hem of the Saviour’s garment, that’s all I really need
And then from this sickening bondage of blood I’ll be freed
I touch His garment, and it really was not my intention
To in any way catch the Saviour’s attention
I find it strange that no change in me I see
Until that mysterious Physician spots me
And confirms soothingly to my soul
“…thy faith hath made thee whole.”
So not only will I touch the hem of Your garment swiftly
But I will praise You from the bottom of my heart sweetly
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as I said I would
But I will ever bear in my heart of hearts to my Saviour gratitude
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment, but strife
I will, as I hold onto You, Lord, for dear life
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment with my finger
But in Your presence I will overstay my welcome and persistently linger
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as scary
As it may seem, I will cling to You, oh, loving and lovable Redeemer of Calvary