Just for a day I'd hide the clock,
And in my bamboo rocking chair,
I’d gently rock and rock,
I’d pay no mind to what others might have to say.
Each minute of this day, I'd do things
in my own way.
I wouldn’t take or make a single call,
I'd turn my phone off and leave it way
down the hall,
I'd go back to an old-fashioned way,
Writing letters to convey what I had to say.
I'd feed the koi in the garden pond.
And watch them dance and play.
Beside the jasmine blooms, upon the
soft grass, I’d lie,
With eyes closed I’d make a wish for chaos to pass me by.
Chaos would never say goodbye and
so I mustn’t delay,
Just for a day I would take back
freedom, come what may.
I’d gather the dreams silently waiting
by the doorway,
And never postpone enjoyment
for a far-off day.
And from the great, big blue sky,
I’d grab my piece of blue before
the pond runs dry.
by Zyrool
7/26
I have counted mornings
not by calendars
but by the stiffness in my hands
and the patience of the kettle.
Once, I believed
life was a ledger of later—
save the laughter,
postpone the journeys,
wait for a day
that wore perfection like a crown.
But time, that quiet thief,
taught me arithmetic of another kind:
subtract hesitation,
divide sorrow by kindness,
multiply wonder wherever it hides.
Now I rise
not to chase youth
but to greet the fragile, golden present—
this breath,
this light leaning through the curtain,
this sparrow rehearsing joy on the sill.
Seize the day, you say?
Ah, do more than seize—
taste it.
Let it stain your fingers with meaning.
Call the friend,
Forgive the wound,
Walk where the sky is wider than your worry.
Love without the timid grammar of “someday.”
For I have learned,
as twilight gathers softly at my door,
that a well-lived moment
outshines a thousand careful plans.
And if tomorrow comes,
welcome it.
But today—
today is the miracle.
One must know how to procrastinate,
It is necessary to postpone to Friday
What we can do on Monday,
The moon will shine enough,
It must be postponed to Friday,
Do I need this tool,
From this lamp? From this rifle?
The moon will shine tomorrow,
What can I do without worry?
One must know how to taste tea
It must be postponed to Friday,
What we can do on Monday,
One must know how to procrastinate.
PERHAPS, A POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Contest Judged: 9/25/2025 8:50:00 AM
( 14th Place )
Perhaps the wind will turn today,
or perhaps it will drifts elsewhere,
keeping the echoes of what we never said
if quiet were not already there...
Perhaps the rain will choose to fall,
or perhaps it will hold its tears,
leaving the streets unkissed and all
our waiting hearts postpone in years.
Perhaps I saw your smile at sunrise,
or perhaps the night was weaving deceptions;
perhaps what is gone still lingers
and perhaps we gather more than we notice.
Perhaps, my words are not enough,
yet still I write, in quiet prose...
for perhaps a poem is just this:
a maybe that nobody knows.
The dinosaurs had died
And pterodactyls too
The explanations why
Are many, more than two
Most scientists agree
It was a climate change
Some say they died from heat
Some point to the ice age
Respecting what they say
I see a different reason
That puts a less acclaim
To the extremes of seasons
When they began to think
They didn’t know it was
A sign they’ll be extinct
I guess that was the cause
And so they stopped to kill
Their instincts start to fade
They had no other will
But just to lie in shades
The tiredness prevailed
The dinos came to peace
They couldn’t see they failed
It was a link they missed
Then human species came
The extinct reptiles dna
Was there within them, for the same
Pernicious killing game
They fight for peace that means the war
They kill for being killed
The dinos gene knows well the score
But it can’t be revealed
They can postpone the end, although
They feel the end is near
I see these little signs you know
Upfront and from the rear.
~
a moment alone
this fleeting affair
of solitude sighs
unlikely to share
some daydream beliefs
with wildflower dreams
and fingers entwined
midst dark silent screams
where shadows elope
and coral vine weaves
a soft comfy couch,
in three-quarter sleeves
for stress to escape
so pain can subside
away from the noise
a dark place to hide
so tensions can heal
and nervousness split
while clenching a fist
or throwing a fit
as cloudy days sing
and raindrops appear
you're still all alone
there's nobody here
to know if you're well
or frowns stay a while
if teardrops now fall
inside of your smile
if fears hold on tight
and anguish remains
among every loss
and all of the gains
An hour or two
a minute or three
to be by yourself
and set yourself free
the silence a joy
a world to postpone
this fleeting affair
a moment alone
~
Anyone else need one from time to time?
In the prime of your youth so cruel and short,
I handed you the reddest rose with velvety petals
and with a gentle gesture you took it dreamy eyes
to delight your sense and cheerfully accept it.
That rose has never faded, it has remained intact
and I hold it thinking about the seasons we spent
together by that river that carries away all dreams
we wished they would never know the flow of tears.
In the prime of my youth so distant from any crowd
I carried you in the deepness of devoted thoughts
imagining two lovers more eager than a greedy child
who was never glad or satisfied with a few toys.
That pretty girl with golden hair ran on jasmine fields
that met idyllic sunsets that vanish into almost nothing,
I chased you until we both fell on the flaming grass
out of breath, thrilled to lay there and start indulging.
In the prime of fullest joy, we listened to the inner voice
telling us that there wouldn't be another similar time:
either grab it or postpone it without a specified guaranty...
if it would be avaialble for us to enjoy and climb to certainty.
Embracing what is known as the light.
Is by no means an easy plight.
For no one is always in the right.
Just a figure in flight.
With whom did you postpone this thing?
By the hand with the golden ring.
He is King.
Say no to the darkness of doom, while you accept the fight,
that now cares you to the moon.
Death subsides. And life prevails.
With light you win. And darkness sins.
As one on your own, we must all go alone.
To the place we seek, a heavenly deep.
I try not to cry and that may be why.
In the end, we will all find a friend.
And so it must be, for the cards that we.
are dealt.
Thanks for the journey.
Ones prays has been answered.
Or so, it would seem. One cannot be redeemed.
The only flight, to this light.
Hey, you’re looking kinda frigid
Each step you take freezes the ground
Let me warm you up by taking
You out for some warm coffee
It’ll be a sunny breezy afternoon
Where the winds hit just right.
We playing a game of cards
And showing our poker faces.
If you don’t want to go fast
We can just slow down and
Take some aesthetic pics of
Our regal and cute dates.
I like to get straight to the point
But you love to dance around it.
So let’s postpone that question
And wear matching couple outfits.
Whatever we have won’t last long
It’s crazy how we’re afraid to be alone
But want to keep what we got on the low
We’re selfish the way we treat each other
It don’t matter cause
We just tryna have fun.
Four simple words
Yet each leaves a different burn
A scar
It’s bizarre
That I’m proud of you can sting
Postpone your thinking
Maybe it’s because it’s rare for me to hear it
Because it’s something myself can’t even admit
When someone hears enough times that you’re a disappointment
It eventually causes them to quit
Quit believing when someone finally says
I’m proud of you
Think everyones lying even your best friend
Like there is no way it could be true
I’ve heard it from three people before
One being the best teacher I ever had
That woman deserves an award
The second being my current boyfriend
He’s always there even when I’m sad
The last being my best friend
I didn’t believe her but I had to pretend
Only once did I explain what
I’m proud of you meant to me
It’s weird to write it down
It's weird to get it out
I never thought I’d share what it means to me
When someone says I’m proud
Let’s put that in the parking lot.
It means Mr. Money will postpone a decision.
We drones look at each other.
Anything the boss wants is imperative.
Any suggestion from the minions is delayed.
Put off, shelved, indefinitely suspended.
One of the new employees protests. She is fired.
The rest of us keep quiet, wanting our pay.
What does it mean to think
to have thoughts
to have ideas and opinions
to have likes and dislikes
to trust and to distrust
to dream, to contemplate, to analyse
to plan, to postpone
to love, to hate
some thoughts remain inside
some thoughts are spoken out loud
what is it
this intangible that we call thought
this thing called thinking
who or what is doing it
who or what decides the topic
the stance, the angle
we are the thinkers
but we are seated back there in the carriage
mere passengers
we are also up front in the caboose
shovelling the coal
hand on the throttle, hand on the brake
doing the driving
we are both passenger and driver
my immediate thought is
how can that be
I have come to realise that it can be
simply because it can and is
that at least is my thought on the subject
that is what I think
I do however harbour this thought
what does it all mean
I think that I have thought enough
all this thinking has made me weary
I will now go and lie down
and let both the passenger in the carriage
and driver in the caboose
guide my thoughts where they must
and I will dutifully follow
alack and alas
what does it mean to think.
I sinned against my body exceedingly so
I’m ashamed, I feel like a nobody
Everyday, I see people succeeding though
The temple of God is in everybody
I need endurance and patience
I also need self-control and guidance
I love my enemies and everyone at least
At least I will be celebrating this year’s Feast
All alone…
The assembly of righteous loved ones
Makes me happy and glad times tons
The assembly of godliness in our congregation
Makes me feel gratitude in its spiritual sensation
Our community’s calling is amazing
I held on to these deceitful desires and now, I’m letting them all go,
So, reap what you sow
I’m forgiving my trespasses, grazing
In my own maze of resentful, remorseful fires aglow
The rivers of radiance aflow
You’ll see me on my webbed waterbed, nightdreaming and stargazing…
I have a longsuffering heart
I am not going to fall apart
I will remain in the assembly of the wise
I will gain happiness and plenty of highs
Even if I am “ALL alone”,
God is my backbone…
Please don’t postpone
A phone call from God Most High or you’ll surely be on your own
Last race, fast pace.
Too fast, can't last.
Save breath, postpone death,
Can't walk or talk.
Race is over; count the cost.
Some are winners, others lost.
I know as time goes by,
That someone more incredible than you or I
Know when and how we will die.
And the race will be over without a sigh. Goodbye
I was really disappointed today
Was supposed to meet a dear dear friend
Things got in the way and sadly
Had to postpone our meeting again
I'm adopting her as my daughter
An honour that I accept with pride
Sadly her relationship with her real dad
Was very much on the rocky side
So I'm the fortunate benefactor
Of a soul that's longing this connection
I'm truly only too happy to oblige
As I shower her with affection
A real sweetie this dear dear friend
My undying love runs deep
Adore this girl more than words can say
With tears of joy, I weep
She's happily married with kids of her own
But there's been a void in her life
So honoured to be her replacement dad
Sure didn't have to think twice
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