Long Towel Poems
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Quietly I sit and observe the profile of her expressionless young face.
She looks so peaceful and serene, a flower in the full bloom of life. Her hair flows softly around her in its auburn beauty. Now I see her eyes flutter open, and observe how thick her long lashes are; how they pleasantly frame her light green eyes. Her flawless skin has a translucent quality to it, so silky and smooth.
crimson rose in bloom
seared petals bleed heavy tears
down a stem of thorns
A near drowning victim, she is getting restless, her breathing becomes labored. I hurry over and adjust the oxygen cannula in her nose and take her vital signs. Then I stroke
her arm to comfort her as I raise the head of her bed and adjust her pillows. She seems to settle down with a heavy sigh.
Are those tears around the corners of her blank, staring eyes?
Tiny beads of sweat lightly dampen her forehead
I prepare a cool, wet towel and place it over her brows.
What a beautiful flower she is, how brief her bloom. Now her flower has been plucked too soon.
She is wilting, her petals are fainting, falling...
weeping flower bends
colors weaken, fade away
falling so softly
October 28, 2020
There are some things in life
That we never forget
Buried deep down in our soul
Our very first kiss
Our first two wheel bike
The very first cookie we stole
Nothing quite compares
To a lifetime of memories
A treasure trove to cherish forever
Our sixty-five Chevy
With a 350 engine
Feelings never equaled ever
Nostalgic these memories
When the world was new
Our life was just waiting to be lived
Experiencing new things
Exciting new adventures
We've got so much giving to give
My time's still not done
To throw in the towel
Plan to still be around for a while
Got stuff to explore
Lotsa places to see
Still wide-eyed and eager like a child
Life is a series of events, changing seasons. I must search, look for the reasons. Worried about triumphs and trophies. Forgetting I'm not measured by victories; But by my growth, how I've evolved. How I survive problems not solved. I'll make mistakes, I'll learn lessons. Experience loss, overcome transgressions. I must remember that old cliche'. No destination, but a journey every day. Good times and hard times, it's all the same. Time waits for no man, no one's to blame. Always remembering, this too shall pass. Be careful while searching for greener grass. Moments are fleeting, right before my eyes; But when I'm struggling the devil lies. Contradiction, I think myself clever. Out with the bad and the good will last forever. With one breath I wish for a feeling to last. With the next, defeated, wishing another to pass
Yes, I admit I've been there. The moral of the story, what I wish to share. Is to bask in the sunlight when it shines. Cherish the warmth, thank the divines. Accept the challenges for what they're worth. A small fraction of my purpose on earth. Flowers will bloom, leaves will fall, and tides will change. People will come, people will go, and lives will rearrange. Hindsight is 20/20, I've had to be shown. What I would have missed had I not grown. If I'd given up, threw in the towel, called it quits. During the times of life that gave nothing but kicks. Looking back, it all becomes crystal clear. Those lessons I learnt; I hold so dear. What a shame it would be, seriously, a tragedy. I could have missed out on a life woven, a tapestry. If I'd not been reminded things only last for a season. If I hadn't searched, looked for the reasons.
12/7/2020
Seasons
Sponser-Edward Ibeh
Advice To The Youth
~ Before you throw in the towel ~
Your pen is full of ink
The paper on which you think
as fresh as a mountain stream
All that remains is to dream
of a subject, a theme, a raison d'etre
with built-in rhyme, rhythm and 'metra'
This shouldn't be so unspeakably hard
yet I suppose every minor and major-league bard
has moments when he's ready to throw in the towel
or just glare at the moon, and begin to howl...
That's it! Go out there and howl at the moon
Surely then you'll sing a different tune
'Coz when push comes to shove, it's all about mood
and though it sounds trite, a good attitude...
So, write your heart out, my friend
Let all your hair hang way down
Your poems will be the toast of the town
Oh goodness the house is on fire,
And so is the one across the street,
And the one next door, I’m scared,
And frantic and overpowered with smoke!
I hear the fire crackling
And voices and feel intense heat,
I have to run, and save some
Of my treasures, they are irreplaceable,
Someone is shouting,
Get out of this house, I hear running feet,
Put a wet towel over my head
And head to the lounge which is Smokey,
Collect my first treasure an oil painting
Of my late parents, got to beat
This fire but there’s still more I need
To save, my religious icons from the
Spare bedroom and whilst I am there,
My favourite pink sneakers, repeat
After me I say to myself, ‘You’ll
Be fine’, must hurry - grab my laptop
With irreplaceable information and
My poetry soup poems, I hear someone greet
Me, a fireman, he tells me to leave,
But I still must find great Greek Grandma’s
Vase, whoops grabbed it, nearly dropped it
I blush and try to be discreet,
As I ripped off my pyjama pants,
They were scorched and hot, rush Jennifer
Rush, can’t take much more of this fire and heat,
Unhooked my degrees, as I turn, meet
The chief fireman who grabs my arm,
My word girl, this a command, leave
This house at once! Please there’s just one
More thing I must find, I say yes, but cheat
And turn back towards where half of the
House has burnt down, I have one-minute left!
Go back to my bedroom through fearsome flames,
Still have the wet towel on my head,
Save my gold trinket bracelet from my 21st,
And with newfound strength, run to the street,
I only have my pajama top and panties on
But covered with minor burns, bruises and soot,
From head to foot!
Happy as I lark, I couldn’t care for the rest,
And I saved what I wanted,
Risking my life and trying my best!
THANK GOODNESS MY FAMILY WERE NOT IN THE HOUSE!
ENTERING POETRY CONTEST – SEVEN THINGS YOU WOULD SAVE IF YOUR HOUSE WAS ON FIRE.
14/2/2019
In the morning in the mirror, the first face I see
I grab the towel and wash my face to see a clearer me
I can see it in my face that I can face today
You are beautiful I say, before I walk away
Out in the world there'll be faces looking at you
There are green eyes, black eyes, brown eyes and blue
The laughter, the tears, the smile and frowns
The vision you see looking up, the sorrow looking down
From baby giggly goos
To the slobbing, dripping drools
From the chicken pox, the measles
The swollen jaws, the mumps
From the teenage growing stubbles
To the acne exposing bumps
The older we get we take pride in our face
We know it's the first impression
When we're in and out of a place
From the elegant, arched eyebrows
To the neatly, trimmed mustache
Keeping up with our face can cost some serious cash
I see a face that's deeply sadden
Brought about from life's situation
I see a face that's glowing all from God's new creation
Facial expressions can tell a lot
It tells how you are feeling, whether feeling good or not
Know someone will see your face
They're taking pictures with their eyes
So try your best to keep a smile
For expressions can't be disguised
my eyes has yet to see the glory
for this is'nt all that life can be
this can't be the main chapter of my story
life must have more in store for me
just when i thnk i'm done
and have pretty much sealed my fate
seems life has just begun
and some how i've gotten alot more on my plate
made it quite up in my years
still for some reason i can't let go
God has a purpose for keeping me here
is there somthing else i should know
havent i taken all life punches
i've already thrown in the towel
seem every ball life pitched at me
i wined up hitting a foul
and yea the mountians were too high to climb
but i never gave up hope
cause it seem at the hardest times i always find
myself standing on top of the slopes
so i geuss i must journey on
regaurdless of how hard the road may get
and even though it may seems i'v traveled so long
i know i'm not finished yet
Lessons and Blessings
In life
You will face
Like a track runner
A race
It's totally up to you
What you allow yourself to face
You can run
Keep up the pace
Don't throw the towel in
Finish the race
No matter what it takes
Allow yourself to elevate
Elevate beyond the stars ??
Patch up old scars and wounds
All your blessings are coming real soon
Lessons and Blessings
Blessings and lessons
When you got God on your side
There's no need for stressing
(Repeat 1x)
I know you've been through
Alot
Trust me God never forgot
He just wanted to hold your hand
Guide you
When you didn't understand
He wanted you to be in on his plan
When life through a demand
Call on him
He's there
Will never leave you
Keep your head up
He sees you
Lessons are blessings
They help you grow
They give you wisdom to see
So much clearly ( yeeeeaaaaahhhh)
Lessons and Blessings
Blessings and lessons
When you got God on your side
There's no need for stressing
(Repeat 1x)
Lessons learned
Blessings earned
(Repeat 1x)
Lessons and Blessings
Blessings and lessons
When you got God on your side
There's no need for stressing
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/27/2024
I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud
Why's my body giving me flack?
A strange bump just formed on my neck
Don't think it was there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in all other ways
My body is falling apart, bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance
There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this aging tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
I feel like I'm still pretty hot
This can't be, I'm much too young
To say 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If only I could control my bowels!
Let Them Judge You
When you stand up and speak for the things you believe,
Or you show what you feel; wear your heart on your sleeve.
When your thoughts and opinions don’t follow the crowd,
And you’re brutally honest and say it out loud…
Let them judge you.
When you work extra hours for no extra pay,
To ensure the job’s done by the end of the day.
When you cover a colleague who’s often off sick,
Or tolerate bosses who get on your wick…
Let them judge you.
When you finally snap cos it’s all got too tough,
And you throw in the towel and shout, “I’ve had enough!”
When you storm off and leave everyone in a daze,
Muttering and commenting about your odd ways…
Let them judge you.
Let them judge and opinionate, gossip and label.
Let them do everything better than you, if they’re able.
Let them build you up, put you down, doubt your ability.
Let them chatter and natter with puerile hostility…
Let them judge you.
You know who you are, for greater or lesser.
No need to retort or to be the aggressor.
Their thoughts, words and deeds will judge them in turn.
They are feeble, and immature and not your concern.