Two hearts flutter
When they cross paths
One a silent prayer
The other sputtering
Only can only gasp"
"I need a miracle
She said to the
Moon high above
Let him see me now
Let him be my love
A swollen mound
Covered with
Four hands and hearts
Pounding nervously
A kick, A nudge
Their tears threaten to shed
A pain rips through
The growing silent show
"Let her be with us
Let us greet her now"
A stage set for
Accomplishments
Caps and gowns a flair
Her eyes shine brightly
To the crowd, where
she hopes to see them wave
Let them see me now
Let them see and be proud
A New Year's Day
And night in hospice
Hourly we pray
To ease a passing promised
Her eyes shut tight
Leaking years
A silent plea
"Let me go now
With her I must be"
One hundred one
Years now passed her by
Surrounded by the family
They long shared
A smile graces lips dry
Clasped her fingers
To the Lord she shouts
"Let him see me now
Let me be with you"
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Hopefully not too sad, about little moments in our lives we like to share or be with someone else.
Categories:
one hundred one, life, longing,
Form: Free verse
The diesel locomotive wailed
Like a sick bull as it approached
The intersection; five bellows.
The dreaded traffic light turned red
And all of us just sat waiting
For this snail-like, slow-moving
Freight train to pass, while the traffic
was backing up to infinity.
Life becomes a standstill in time:
If your appendix burst, pray to god;
If you’re in labor, tough titty;
If late for work, you curse and swear!
So you wait and count the freight cars...
One hundred one…one hundred two…
Onward west they roll
Swaying, screeching, click-clanking
Along rusty tracks.
Categories:
one hundred one, urban,
Form: Haiku
Acolytes light the candles
As the pastor reads each name
For newly dead or new baptized,
The candle size the same.
I know some faces watching
Are glistening with tears.
For newly born or just departed,
There's a span of a hundred years.
The youngest saint with a lit candle
Has a life just now begun.
The eldest in the longer line
Died with years one hundred one.
There are lights for lives beginning,
The innocents just come aboard
And lights for friends and loved ones
We've relinquished to the Lord.
We look fondly at each other,
These loved friends we hold so dear.
We can't know who's name will be there
When the list is read next year.
By: Joyce Johnson
I am the worst judge of my own poetry so I just took a stab at it.
Categories:
one hundred one, faith
Form: Rhyme
Carry your carts like crutches through the store
And buy your bread at the pastry section
And buy your wine—find them two down, aisle four.
To save the earth and have a little fun
Just buy the stuff. What good is truth without
Imparting some well-being on conscience?
There is no way to hide the bloody grout
In aisle one-hundred one, but perfect sense
It makes to sell the peace those weapons bring.
So sing, your soul will rest in these white aisles.
So tell your friends about this wondrous thing,
Just, please don’t tell them of the bloody tiles!
Categories:
one hundred one, angst, people
Form: Iambic Pentameter