Part Time Poems

Part-time Fool

People lie to me about big things,
people lie to me about small things.
They lie about what's dear to me,
they lie about what doesn't bother me.
They speak highly of crooked beings,
they downplay important things.
I'm told half and no truths at all.
And like colors on a spectrum,
bright is passed as dull and off.
Big is watered down as relative,
where small has no relation.
They claim with authority,
yet they're responsible for a minority.
They carry my capacity in bits,
whilst telling how I'm a nitwit.
Not knowing,
I might be a fool, but I'm only a fool sometimes.

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Only Part-Time

only part-time
darting in and out
of shadows
her thoughts
languish unbidden
turning
suicidal

If Only We Could Turn Back the Hands of Time

I loved a story at bedtime,
but I could do a nap in the daytime.

Before I knew it I was nine,
boy was that a great pie made out of limes.

I would then go back to my prime,
and really really shine.

There would be no more jobs that were part-time,
no more bosses with only a dime.

I would not play life as a game sometimes,
the game of life would be played full-time.

I feel like I am now in life at halftime,
guess it is time to play it like I am in overtime.

Date: 10/7/2019 Written

Third Place    10/14/2019   If only we could turn back the hands of time   Contest Judged:  10/14/2019   Sponsored by: Silent One                              If Only We Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time

Part Time Poet

7/7/19 
She’s a part time poet spending most of her time alone
Even feeling lonely when she’s right next to him at home
Pretty sad that what matters to him is not her at all
He let her fall for him, with no intentions to catch her fall.

But she’s a part time poet, with so much potential you see
She’s come to realize that what she doesn’t need is he..
Because he is dragging her down, and killing her self esteem too
It is because of her poems that she was able to find a clue

A clue as to why he really could care less
About her when her poems are some of the best.
He hates that she writes mostly about him
But never again will she go for him out on a limb.

Part-Time Poet

Driving home with weekly groceries, another Thursday morn
When I see the sun through clouds that seem by blades of lightning torn
And suddenly my head is filled by rhymes I’ll have a go at
And my frozen food’s gonna melt ‘cuz I’m a part-time poet.

I’m on a fishing trip with my husband and some of our friends
And just he and I row out to start the best of all weekends
He drops his line, I watch the sun, shy beauty scared to show it.
And I catch verses in my head ‘cuz I’m a part-time poet!

Even as I am baking a cake for my daughter’s big day
I dream of eighteen years past when in a hospital I lay
With my little angel, then I hear the smoke alarm blow it
I start fresh ‘cuz I’m a full-time mom and a part-time poet!

July 7, 2019

Part Time Poet

My heart's renderings are shaded
in poetic images and creativity
yet, my mind languishes in the scrub of sad dirges
thus...I am a part-time poet
for the bell tolls not for my words
from thought in celebration
rather it tolls for graffiti I place before the public
I have called poetry

7/6/19
contest Part-Time Poet

Part Time Poet

Just a part-time poet am I.
Enough spare moments I’ve not got,
so other things must occupy
my time, and those things are a lot!

Though poetry so pleasures me,
just a part-time poet am I.
My duties call. I can’t be free
of errands. . . my job. . .housework. Sigh!

To do things till the day I die
that are not fun can be a pain.
Just a part-time poet am I,
for obligations fall like rain.

They pound on me; I cannot sit
to write all day though times I try!
Since there is no money in it,
just a part-time poet am I!

July 6, 2019

Part Time Poet

Once active, my muse has gone on strike
I said come back, she said go take a hike!

I tried dipping my pen in dark ink
hand on brow; I’ve attempted to think

I began writing a very sad sonnet -
ended up with a second rate nonet!

Next I thought I would write a fun verse
t’was not funny it sounded quite terse

Guess my muse has just drifted away
I think she’s gone on a long holiday!

Now abroad she is on a sojourn
and I wonder when she will return

Till then I’m a part time poet
I’m bereft and I really know it!

Part time poet Contest

Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner

6/7/19

Part Time Poet

PART TIME POET


 I tried to overtake a star
Leaving behind the truth so far

One of my biggest fear which I couldn't even bear 
Was to leave things I dear

My passion my dreams 
To be heard they screamed

But because of courage I lacked it all was in the vain
I tried to remove this permanent stain

And wanted to end this continuous pain
But there was no gain

I was a burning star
Covered in a body full of scars

Always desired to flow with the overwhelming tunes of a guitar
As boundless as they are

All I wished was to go with flow
And to destroy my glow

This was the only way they would accept me
As their self desired boundary enclosed me

I walked the path of astray
Wasting my nights and my days

I kept going the wrong way
Soon my hopes started to decay

I was lost
But determined to achieve my goal at any cost

I tried but kept failing
In this phase of life my boat was not sailing

Nothing was simple or straight
I blamed it on fate

I was depressed
My goal was suppressed

I think everyone is here to deceive
And there's no one to believe

Part Time Poet

there is nothing grander
i aspire to than spending
long moonlit nights
and the best of days
with pen and paper
toying with words
lingering with notions
dreaming up verses
giving tribute to intricacies
and mysteries of the universe

as much as it pains me
the hours get away from me
while i settle for
the lowly rank
of part time poet
when i'd rather be
wholeheartedly
a poetess full fledged



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SEEKING PEACE OF MIND~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on July 6, 2019 for contest PART TIME POET sponsored by MICHELLE FAULKNER  -  RANKED 4th

Part Time Poet

When I can, I try to find time to write?

My days are very busy with an eight-
Month-old boy and a small Yorkie.
Before the day is done, I  feel kind of dorky.
I start my day walking the dog, feeding the baby, cleaning, cooking,
And a full-time playmate to this little boy;  to him I am his toy.
Having almost no time, even when the cuckoo clock chimes,
I lie down and rest while he sleeps, 
or I will feel crappy; I have to refresh myself.

Reading is one of my pass-times, now all of my books are on a shelf.

On a warm day, I put him and the dog in the stroller,
Like a good little soldier.
I walk them down to the park with my feet achy
And sit under a dawn redwood tree.
The dog runs around,
While baby and I enjoy the cool spring
Breeze as it teases with its coolness
And plays with the baby's hair with its kindness
Tousling it around. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath
In, like water running over his head while taking a bath.
I feel glad, but also mad, and sad,
I should have brought my pencil and writing pad.







7/6/2019

Part Time Poet

You see me going, each and everyday
Off to work to bring home my pay
But there's a side of me, I'm sure you don't know it
I'm a full time dreamer and a part time poet

I know I seem like, just an average guy
Always looking down and never at the sky
But if you have the time, I swear that I will show it
I write about the stars 'cause I'm a part time poet

You know my wife and I, work together everyday
People can't believe, that we get along this way
But I know the secret, so I will never blow it
I'm a full time lover and a part time poet

Never a Part Time Poet Am I

Inditing* love notes out from the depths of heart
Earnest poet spends much time right from the start.

Asserting truths passionately along wisdom’s perspective
Poignant poet embarks toward thinking sessions, being reflective.

Musing with service-kindness along its myriad engagements
Enamored poet zealously indulges in precious moments.

Pondering about misery, pain, distress-pressure
Aggrieved poet craves for more hours to relate lessons to treasure.

Cogitating midst bliss of healthy relationship’s goodness
Amiable poet seeks great seconds instilling partnership-fullness.

Appreciating the Sovereign Creator upon praise gratitude's height  
Blessed poet wastes not minutes declaring faith-fortitude's delight.

Whatever is the theme, in and out of season…
True poet can never be “part time” by virtue of poetic reason.

*Psalm 45:1  My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. 

July 4, 2019

5th place, "Part Time Poet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner; judged on 7/9/2019.

Part Time Poet

A line here, a verse there
Some days the cupboards bare,
A sudden flash of inspiration
Grab a pen, interpretation.

Have to be quick, no time to spare
Damn it's gone, (internally swear)
Coffee on, time to write,
But the kids start screaming, pillow fight.

But then you enter the sublime
You think you've found the perfect line,
But the doorbell rings, wouldn't you know it,
The frustrations of a part time poet.









Entry for
Part Time Poet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner.
4/7/2019. Placed=2nd.

Part Time Poet

Up the tortuous mountain trail
sun-soaked summit unclimbed,
down the meandering valley spine
emerald sparkled plains unreached,
mindless I dragged life disillusioned
as the slothful drudge of trying times.

The sun rose with its splendor unseen,
tracked the tenuous journey of unfeeling
in dust of dream on fragile garden path
to the desolate horizon of dusky despair,
sprinkling hues of hypnotic sunset within,
rainbow waves in sea of emotion surge 
and I sail as the part time poet of twilight.

July 4, 2019

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