Would we could turn back the hours;
transport rearward that small hand,
take back a few we wasted,
perhaps youthfully misused.
Yet, if it was made be so,
of which past hours to erase?
For each led to another,
an autumn leaf on river.
Categories:
rearward, time,
Form: Blank verse
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6/7/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
a Pantoum Poem
Categories:
rearward, analogy, appreciation, birthday, blessing,
Form: Pantoum
The plain is fuzzing with the ingress racing.
Predicted rain is heard in the birds singing.
Sow your seed when the moon tells its time.
Hear the tales close to the fire; it's sublime.
Contemplate the skies for the hawks cry.
Focus on the breeze and the moonlit sky.
The noble spirit exudes an altered tone.
To heed of the rite of the elder, not atone.
The misery of grievousness is heinous.
I am fated, that I could carry forward.
There's no growth from the coldness.
The stable grace cannot stem rearward.
For a dismal exhale to seek for reeling.
Hear the beat and banter with moving.
5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 10, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
rearward, analogy, appreciation, bird, devotion,
Form: Sonnet
this clock on the wall, echoes through my heart's lonely walls
it laughs in seconds the pulsation of years long past
its hands stroke the circumference of my soul it thralls
it writhes against my memories in an outward cast
if only to rewind this torturous menace of time
step rearward beyond the past where you claimed my weary soul
to love you less, free my heart's chambers from this frozen clime
reclaim myself from your shadowed clutches and emerge whole
would pathways of my strides vestige less in absence of you
or become aberrated in the distance of time's beat
would my soul escape darkness and linger in brighter hues
or remain lost in the echoes of this clock's haunting bleat
October 8, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Categories:
rearward, time,
Form: Rhyme
Peanut brittle broken in tiny pieces
The immutable desire drove him forward
There was no interlude from the increases
Of his huge appetite sketched out straightforward
It was with formidable search for words
To describe how so a tenuous man decreases
The candy dish's immutable contents rearward
Not demurely but open-faced stuff'n eases
Bereft of the peanut brittle crunch, I fast forward
At least by his fast consumption, I'm honored
Totally made up even though my family can consume
that peanut brittle when I make it like it was water
rolling down..
Tenuous here means slender
Sketch here means drawn out or described
Written: November 1, 2017
Categories:
rearward, food,
Form: Quintain (English)
Find me, not in the wind, earthquake or fire, after the fire a still small voice, from behind you in your ears I will cover thee with my hand, while I pass by a voice of a great rushing, behind me heard behind me a great voice, like that of a trumpet when you walk, His glory shall be shall be your rearward
Categories:
rearward, bible, christian, courage, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out
To Her Children…2015
Sprawled out on life’s stage,
her world turns and runs
river red with the blood of her children:
flowing like a wandering stream.
Bloated ballooned bellies
mock aborted pregnancies;
once luscious breasts
sag in parallel union
with sinking faces
of lost hope.
Lost hope—whirling
like solitary ghost smoke
of abandoned fires:
abandoned fires
dying in waning time.
Hollowed red eyes
of fleeing lovers look rearward:
the wholeness of nothingness simmering;
as smiling death sits—
waiting and anticipating the wonted feast.
Heartbeat of hope struggles—
murmuring in the valleys and shadows;
searching the gods’ penurious mercy.
In the midst of the Dante, hazed hell,
a wretched mother clings
to time and history—once again.
Rooted in her audacious faith,
she cries out to her wandering brood in Diaspora:
those liberating souls spewed from her precious womb.
Scattered liberating souls—umbilical bound;
destined to restore her great grand glory:
With sage seasoned good courage,
sagaciously she squats—
awaiting the victory.
Categories:
rearward, africa, allegory, analogy, black
Form: Ode
Yesterday wafts softly down as this days echo fades
All but hushed to whisper by time’s ever binding glue
My dreams this night will richly form and dance between the two
Troubles displayed within my mind without the albatross of time
Seem now to be soliloquy from some angst left behind
So thin this veil which clouds these fears
Far moved from truth as dawn appears
Away cool sleep and move this play from long ago forgotten tears
Now bright as day my thoughts do sway
It seems to me so far away
Looks as if the light has played, embalmer to the night’s foray
As yesterday now locks it’s door
Though with some mild chagrin
They're foolish all who would ignore
Here lies the keeper’s spin
To yesterday there are still ways to tweak you from behind
Stay gently present or you’ll drift with rearward fettered mind
Oh, think not back or you will feel, this specter from the dark
I think it triggers off some long thought vanquished spark
Believe this as you close your eyes
In some subconscious stream
Yesterday waits quick to pounce as night includes your dream
Categories:
rearward, angst, dream, time,
Form: Acrostic
I found Love bathing below a water fall
Bow and arrows casually laid aside
above his attire and white plumes;
the air was covered by wet fumes,
yet I could see his arms open wide,
his back turned against the stone wall .
Love called me and I said: “It is late,
I was struck before by your tips.”
But he jumped over the surface ,
I fell rearward surprised by his grace,
He placed his finger on his thin lips,
The water streaming fast to its fate.
“The only clock I can hear is there,
Blossoming in your ripening chest
The seconds move tic…tac….tic…tac…,
Slow as the water sliding on my back
soft as the breathing of a baby rest,
I never ask when, I only wonder where.”
I closed my eyes so now I can see:
She was veiled by Love’s disguise;
I open my eyes but it was in vain.
Before I could see clearly again
She was swift and also very wise,
Dressing her wings to quickly flee.
Categories:
rearward, allegory, love, nature, water,
Form: I do not know?
Treasured features soaring like a blackbird.
Conjured imagery, imaginations endlessly fostered.
Rationale stretched beyond limits, enraptured
But leave it to “Soupers” to reorder lines savored.
Structured ideas freely flowing flavored.
Logical sentences with meanings anchored.
The beginning and end shows its favored word.
Forward thinking thrives, brains bolstered.
Reasoning reversal, relentlessly awkward.
Rearward reordering renders rationale absurd.
Bestirred as to where to begin or with which word.
Creative poets to the keyboard scampered.
Rationale would plummet with logic ruptured.
Headwords would flounder, flitter, and be fractured.
Reading a poem backwards, truly absurd.
Reasoning stretched when the idea occurred.
Categories:
rearward, on writing and words
Form: Monorhyme
Beneath in my heart, behind all my thought
Being then, Dad, you were always my part
Fingers that I held, while passing the road
Freezing to ice cold before I discern you are dead
When the time would never run rearward
I wonder, why one’s mind should?
O’ the days with you, all the hurts I gave you
Floods out my eyes, as your skin turns blue
No one wants an end but everyone finds it in end
I ponder, why lord wend such a trend?
O’ rather he tends to, befriend Him as an end!
Makes all to intend, towards their beloved
Beneath in my heart, behind all my thought
Every then, Dad, you were always my part
Knowing I could hold your hand with my end
I do wipe my tears and watch your eyes closed
Categories:
rearward, father
Form: Heroic Couplet
God forbid we should draw inspiration
From fellow neighbors who try to comply
To better a craft, push beyond limitation
Expanding the graveyards where sunsets die
Envy runs rampant within the benign
Sucking the life out of lessons to teach
While sticking new frames on old designs
They rant and rave, practice and preach
And hide there faces while spitting in the wind
Like not being able to face their fears
Like false starts in rearward races begin
Or crying in rainstorms to camouflage tears
They stand for elite ones in business suites
Forgetting of the ones down in the dirt
While reaping rewards and picking the fruit
Anchored in faith that contests such hurt
Protesting the feelings that all of us know
Unlabeled compliance humanely built
Confessing true lies, while hoping to grow
And cover with tree shade their feelings of guilt
Categories:
rearward, angst, confusion, life, on
Form: Rhyme