Sound of emails popping
Mountains of papers
Deadlines creepin' on me
Frustrated
Silently cursing
Fire fighting to clear 'em all
Hold back my tears
Withstand my anger
Just focus
On the corner
Hoping the clock click
Stop work
Time to go home now
Sighs
Rushing to go home
Blocking out the noise
Wandering
The day
Doing things
I love
Joy
Everyday I wake up
Excitement in my soul
Adrenaline rush
Smiling with ease
On top of the world
Being who I am
What I am capable of
Back to reality
Desperate escape
No where to run
Cannot do anything
But being dragged
Into someone's dream
Time to do something
Before getting submerged
Hope I still have chance
To turn things around
© Sue Sanzz 2020
Categories:
panting, career, feelings, hurt, life,
Form: Free verse
Probably Are Panting Panthers
When needle points to South on compass
You will find the perfect place to rumpus
And while you will again begin to romp
Can do with no circumstance and pomp.
On collard greens have began to chomp
People start dancing Dixie Carolina stomp
And continually do it night and every day
Until dark, dance floor finally will give way.
Carolina never could ever appear to be cruel
Or be like some who had had a loose tool
Not an orange colored think called agent
When suntan is what they really have meant.
According to much established word of mouth
Even mosquitoes might be moving down south.
Along with all their desires and each yearning
When South is where they want to be returning.
Now, this is when we all would start to realize
We currently were under Carolina blue skies
And then we say something wearing a disguise
Probably panting panther we should surmise.
Someone should send this poem to the local
Charlotte newspaper who never had a hush,
hush in their newspaper before.
James Thesarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
River Sea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
panting, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
Breathless
Mi
with palms damp
and the gnarled mane
as this poet in dark muse
strokes the coiled strans back
revealing tattered cheek and bone
top life’s weathered troddened mask
eye clouded through see to one but have i
lips crusted dried these with kiss to one and
lined cloaked mi wretched the not minds she
bather and disrober a becomes aficionada my
arrange find locks knotty my gentle the with
whisper the ears anxious these in abruptly
"awe all my mi my you missed so have i"
Mi
exhausted
*The second stanza is read; right to left
top to bottom so too, the daring; read as the usual...
the poet "en-depth" will find no..despair
I so hope that anyone reading this long poem
doesn't mind that I used the ( i ) twice here.
The capital (I) kind of deranged the picture.
I will try writing shorter ones.
I hope that I am right; this being "shape"
TY...I am new here
Categories:
panting, feelings, i miss you,
Form: Shape
Dusty Staccato clouds chalked against a blackboard sky
interrupt the glow of a sunny white moon
as the silence of darkness clings to the crickets anthem -
ignoring the chorus of life that holds the stillness hostage.
And the panting shadow
beneath the lonely lamppost light
tugs always,
gently at my grip,
Ever eager,
to lead me anywhere -
but home.
Categories:
panting, dog, introspection, longing,
Form: I do not know?