Doggone it, I used to make a killin' at casinos,
R o l l i n g sevens; killing em' all softly
The way The Rolling Stones kill it on the stage.
Brimming with confidence, I made my way back,
But my Tumblin Dice came up snake eyes.
"Angie," my so-called "Lady Luck" betrays me.
Whenever I peek through a window of
Golden opportunity, you bet she'll Paint It Black.
She frowns at me, and loves to remind me,
"You Can't Always Get What You Want."
She coldly snatches glory Under My Thumb.
She tells me my chances of recapturing
My lost mojo are as good as riding Wild Horses.
Across the open Appalachian badlands,
Or picking up Honky Tonk Women at
My local Ruby Tuesday restaurant. Gee, thanks!
Categories:
recapturing, fun, humor, poetry,
Form: Light Verse
Recapturing moments, as if gazing out of a broken glass window.
Distorted and blurry from all the tears, the hurt, the sorrow.
Lost in nostalgia,
Plagued with visions of your laugh, your love, your smile.
And all the arguments we had, now seem so juvenile.
My mother, you was, you were, and always will be.
Your love, your compassion, your efforts, are forever etched within me.
The pain of your absence lingers,
No relief despite my prayers.
My beating heart is out of rhythm,
Left struggling to find the snare.
Counting the seconds,
to minutes,
dragging the hour of the day.
Asking God daily, why did He take you away?
Leaving me shattered and broken, unsure of where the pieces belong.
Faintly, hearing whispers, encouraging me to remain strong.
As a child, I stayed hidden under your wings,
Protected and safe, nothing could harm me.
But now I’m afraid, alone, and in fear of everything.
Yearning for comfort, I seek the love only a mother can bring.
I feel God’s dispassion for my dreary circumstance.
My cries left unheard, as if there’s no relevance.
Categories:
recapturing, best friend, grief, loss,
Form: Lyric
I writ a poem while in the loo
Not busy, nothing else to do
I writ it on some toilet paper
Recapturing some of a lost night’s caper
It seem so quickly things go wrong
Woke up this morning in a thong
Somehow it seems to fit just right
Not too loose, not too tight
My co-conspirators will give me thanks
When I fill in those missing blanks
OH, someone pounding on the door
The paper’s gone, I’ll write no more
Categories:
recapturing, confusion, humor, memory,
Form: Rhyme
betty lourdes said she had the choice
to choose
where the river goes
a divine rod of sorts
a word to say
amongst the falling leaves
water and wardle
going to see the river man
and how about those plans
about the right to wallow
along the stream
recapturing the summer
she lost in her pain
Categories:
recapturing, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
There is a darkness always lurking around.
Concealed, but ready to pounce, swoop
you downwards rapidly and keep you there.
Hold you captive in a hole, in darkness.
There is a darkness called depression,
a mental illness that affects your wellness
for it invades your mind and body, distorts
your thoughts, numbs senses and feelings.
Darkness, you are not welcome anymore
for you cannot seduce me anymore.
Yes, you did so many times in the past
when I was lost, broken, easily swayed.
Those times you targeted and took me
with you, down, down, down in the dark.
You held me hostage, your force kept me
down, no matter how hard I tried to get up.
I was able to escape a few times, but you
kept recapturing me with your black web,
finding myself subdued in dark spell and
looking for a light in the dark to get out.
The last time you captured me was the
murkiness, the longest stay I had and the
hardest struggle I had to get out for I kept
falling back again and again in the murk.
That was a long, long time ago and now
you are restrained to stay away from me.
You have too many faces, one being the
depression I totally confronted, goodbye!
Categories:
recapturing, dark, depression, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
What we really need to learn as humans is to take responsibility for ourselves.
When just a boy, I was neither a trouble maker nor angel.
Much of what I did or did not do was permeated with the
Reality of 'consequences'. This reality guided and sometimes
Forced me to take responsibility for my actions. It was an
Integral part of the American way of life. I suggest that this
Principle of life is gravely missing in our modern culture and
Society. It's what ails us deep inside, and recapturing that
Ideal is one of the Greatest Challenges we face as a nation.
Categories:
recapturing, america,
Form: Verse
I, am a single drop of blood
that swoons to your eye.
Eye, can revisit why.
I am the Memory of every Departure.
I am born of Emotion and Dreams in brood.
Treasure's Dragon and rider thereof.
Adventure, myst-understood.
I am the Long Eternal wake awake
and I will always be here.
Recapturing your heart with claws to tract ture.
From beyond the Black, I wait.
I am your true love.
The Picture Perfect glove,
finger, gem-and aperture.
I am your past and your future,
path and destination.
I am the way back.
I am Eden.
The Canvas of Hide in Pregnancy spotting
exploits to encircle, vocation.
The Beginnings, in my Prefecture.
An Eye of the again against replication,
O Love's cloning fracture.
Categories:
recapturing, art, child,
Form: Rhyme
Come to Africa
Do you see wonderful cars?
No. Only traffic jam
Ask about Africa
Do you hear smart answers?
No. Only questions
Think about Africa
Do you hear about big dreams?
No. Only survival hymns
Take a tour around Africa
Do you see dignified human beings?
No. Only precious goods
Africa my homeland hear all these
Arise
This is dedicated to African intellectuals faced with the task of recapturing true image of Cradle of humanity
Categories:
recapturing, africa, analogy,
Form: Ballad
Sonnet 90, Spectral Rising (Shakespearean)
As the last dead leaf falls from a tall tree,
spiraling into piles upon the sleigh;
the sun drops into the furious sea;
time for the winter and darkness to play.
In a blasphemous act of regaling
Reach from the cold earth resting in your grave;
To the hate and lies forever-failing.
Recapturing the breath your mother gave.
A soul contains sonnets gifted to all.
serenades of sweet grace, beauty and love.
Your life was born from decadence and sprawl
admit defeat and grasp wings of a dove.
Spend time reading a weathered, gray headstone
Floating from the house of the dead, alone.
2/24/2021
Ghost Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
recapturing, 12th grade, dark, grave,
Form: Sonnet
A tempest swept in,
transporting my thoughts
The past to the future,
and back to today
Recapturing memories,
beginning again
Untimed reminiscence
—the present relayed
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Categories:
recapturing, time,
Form: Rhyme
reverberating night,
raucous in smoke filled room,
repetitive drum beat,
resonant voice arose,
recapturing lost soul,
rock to wisdom of song,
remember Bob, no cry!!
1st placement
Pleiades 2 poetry contest
Joseph May
written 15/10/2020
7 lines each with 6 syllables.
Categories:
recapturing, song, sound,
Form: Verse
Today
September 30, 2020
By: Miracle Man
My mind is wrapped in times long past,
recapturing moments of what life has wrought.
Sensing that I’m nearing the end at last,
I’ll leave taking nothing but what I brought.
The footprints left will be as beacons for some,
for others, how quickly my tracks will fade.
The clock is something man can’t overcome,
But judgment requires each track be weighed.
Categories:
recapturing, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
To Our Friends
Written: by Miracle Man
7/27/2020
It has taken a pandemic to keep us apart,
but in thoughts and prayers you’re close at heart.
We live out our days not attentive to number,
growing nearer each day to eternal slumber.
In adolescent years we thought life was forever,
Now recapturing our past, we tend to dissever.
“Friends are relatives you make for yourself”
Gaelic Proverb
Categories:
recapturing, friendship love,
Form: Rhyme
It was a Friday,
and I was excited
about the High School Dance that night.
I wore a yellow chiffon dress up to my knees
with black Patton leather pumps.
Students stood, jumping, and dancing wall-to-wall.
Partners were no longer needed to join in the on the fun.
Teenage hearts entwined, ambushed with love,
some in the groove having a ball, found none left behind.
Chaperones watched, so we wouldn’t get out of hand.
Amazed feel atop, swirl around,
yearn the music not to stop.
A rotating disco mirror ball hung; reflecting light, a trance
on the gym floor added excitement to the dance.
The music played over the constant background chatter.
Jazz, blues and rock; there was nothing better.
All in excited wonder in the night’s thunder
just wanted a little bit more
to listen to the music score.
Swirled round and held hands
peek over towards the band stand.
Then, sent home to our parents.
Recapturing the past with friends, a long time ago.
3/7/2020 “Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest”
Categories:
recapturing, dance, fun, music, school,
Form: Free verse
Alas, we live in an imperfect world.
We long for somewhere free from strife and pain--
Some Shangri-La or Eden whence, like Cain
When driven forth in anger, we were hurled.
And now our search is endless for some land,
Some perfect place where problems never loom
(Prosperity and bliss from womb to tomb)--
To leave this world from which perfection’s banned,
And seek Utopia (which means No Place):
Some land of joy, untouched by sorrow’s stain,
Recapturing our innocence… In vain,
For Eden hasn’t left the slightest trace.
Perhaps at last we’ll come to comprehend:
No matter where we seek it, near or far,
Right here on Earth or on the furthest star,
Our search for Shangri-La will never end.
October 2, 2019
Title #4: "A Search for Shangri-La"
Enclosed Rhyme Contest
Edward Ibeh, Sponsor
Categories:
recapturing, nostalgia, paradise,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
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