The third one, Autumn, plods through leaves and nearly takes a Fall,
then passes off to Winter, who proceeds at such a crawl -
Inspired by, The Relay Race, by John Watts [2020]
I am the dandelion girl with painted friendly face
Who challenges young world in a relay race
I am running like red towards the sun
With jokes so funny despite yellow corny pun
I am a milky smile away, from that joy
Baking girls scout cookies for a boisterous boy
I am the new and the old
Story of youth grandparents told
I am the fire in a huge heart
And red desire that is a fresh start
Of new inspiration and silvery spark
That anticipation as we walk despite dark
Dark days come and I glow
I am a candle of yellow hope
For seasons come and seasons go
But I am strong holding you close
I am love I am light
I am in touch with Jesus Christ
For his word is true to delight
I am in tune with divine
I am a seed in mid growth
Planting peace joy and so
I am indeed a called soul
Water me and watch me grow
I am a song in your heart
That hums on and on in your thoughts
Sparking your own peach melody
Singing along as we share pink peace
I am your seed your destiny
I am your need and best instinct
I am your push when you need gravity
I am your words when you need to speak
Like a burning bush with a message of truth
I am the fire inside of you
When I get old
I will attain a clean heart of gold
as wise as that of King Solomon
until I turn the ripe old age
of one hundred years old
I will pattern my life
after that of Lady Wisdom
instead of that of Lady Folly
which I had followed in my youth
subscribing lessons from my lifetime
and writings I would of left behind
into the hands of my descendents
like a baton in a relay race
When I get old
my heart will forsake
the desire and comforts
of the earthly pleasures
I had aspired for in my youth
because these such things
will become nothing but frivolity
but an adventure of spending
my days walking with the Lord
on the sand and ocean waves
and sports fishing on my boat
until my name is called upon
by our divine Father above
for my earthly departure
In a relay race, someone selects the baton;
And someone selects the runners.
The runner neither selects himself,
nor chooses his own baton.
He/She carefully receives the baton
and runs his/her fastest to the finish.
100521PSCtest, Bite Size Poem No. 22, Line Gauthier
The universe of time and space
is leading us on merry chase
as schemes are parleyed to and fro
in astro-physic quid pro quo
of scientific relay race.
We dwell in lilliputian place
within the heavens’ vast embrace
unfathomable be it so
the universe.
While here we spin in cosmic grace
with sight that cannot see our face
beneath a vault of indigo
in multiverse? ‘big bounce’ yo-yo?
from ‘Plato’s Cave’ we seek to trace
the universe.
~ Harley White
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Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Multiverse: ~ (in physics and cosmology) a hypothetical reality that includes a possibly infinite number of parallel, identical, or diverse universes, including our own.
Big Bounce ~ theorizes that perhaps the Big Bang was more of a “Big Bounce”, a turning point in an ongoing cycle of contraction and expansion.
Plato’s Cave ~ An allegorical cave, described by Plato, whose inhabitants see reality only in the form of shadows projected onto a wall by a fire behind them.
The relay race starts with a bang as rain comes pouring down.
The starting runner, Spring, flies by in her bright flower crown.
Baton gets passed to Summer, who so glowingly appears
right at the very moment that the massive rain cloud clears.
The crowd all loves this golden runner, who too soon is gone.
The sun shines brightly on her as she passes the baton.
The third one, Autumn, plods through leaves and nearly takes a Fall,
then passes off to Winter, who proceeds at such a crawl -
for she showed up in sweatpants, knowing snow had been forecast.
Each spectator cheers loudly when the finish line is passed.
But when that race is over, then a new one's soon begun
with all the fans excited to see how THAT race is run!
My name is Ethel Mary
And I have to tell you this
I hate it when Aunt Geri
gives a purple garlic kiss!
I hate it when my bubblegum
EXPLODES all over my face!
I hate it when I’m last
in the stupid relay race!
I hate it when I laugh
and milk goes out my nose!
I hate it when my new shoes
put a blister on my toes!
I hate it when my Dad
has to work on Saturday!
I hate it when it rains
and I can’t go out and play!
But I think what I hate most,
and I know I told you this,
but I hate it when Aunt Geri
gives that purple garlic kiss!
You know how the little mermaid wanted
To be human and live on land
Well I was constantly saying in a loud voice
King Triton by your command
Please, wave your magic staff that you
Hold in your hand
At me a child who has always wanted to
Be a mermaid
And live at sea.
I know you can help me.
Please, listen to my plea.
On land
I have practiced holding my
Breath until I am blue in the face.
I am fast when we have a relay race.
I have learned how to empty my lungs
So I can sit on the bottom of my pool
Without having to surface.
I took swimming and skin diving lessons
To learn all your tricks.
One of the hardest things was mastering
The dolphin kick.
In all of my widest dreams I did finally
Become a mermaid.
I live in a beautiful lagoon where I get
Paid, I love it when I hear that other
Little girls have said King Triton by your
Command
Please, wave your magic staff that you
Hold in your hand.
Who knows they may turn out to be like
Me to live in the sea
As well as on land
By working at a water resort which is a
Better plan.
DENTED CAN
kicking it down
an old dusty road
mind chasing dogs
a type of relay race
legs release, next guy
kicks the bone
no wonder of what
sup was spooned
nor if a homeless man
kicked the can
did the dent do him in
were the vittles spoilt
man’s worst abuse
human, beast or
aluminum can
a drunk picks it up
toothless, smiles
crushing it
against his skull
the derelicts say
“aw, you ruined it”
1/3/2018
Each day is like a different game
Few are like chess,
they need tactics to win.
Few are like a carom match,
they need perfect aiming.
Few are like a tennis tournament,
they need concentration.
Few are like a relay race,
they need cooperation.
Few are like swimming,
they need a lot of stamina.
Few are like a marathon,
they need a lot of will power.
Few are like gymnastics,
they need you to be flexible.
Few are like weightlifting,
they test your ability.
Each one is unique and thrilling.
As our strength differs,
We cannot win every game.
Keep in mind this simple rule – JUST PLAY!
They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy! I gasped
Grown tired of my own riddles
Those halting jagged lines
Conversely I committed
So disrespectful of my crimes
In dispatchment utter lunacy
Forgiveness once again!
Ive come to claim my lost respect
My place so quick forgotten was
So Zeroed out of ten
Twelve steps from cursed enslavement
Danced to music uncontained
Toi-toi in lone detachment
Side stepping their allure
And tangoed with enticement
And cha-cha'd with no cure
Then dropping over hurdles
Burning through those barricades
All over all these obstacles
So help me God I try to change
No longer need prescription
Still sometimes do I crave
Unshackled is your prisoner
Dispossession freed this slave
There is something about that -ism
A mystery by name
Other than recovery
Benign this deathly game
Be it known that happy healing
Doubles, behind the curtains of shame
If I am to love again, let it be
A love exchange friend and friend.
Beloved, a true love.
If I keep pace, a relay race.
If I am to love again, let it be monogamous.
And I slay the heart of the one which I love.
A love that spawns a passion which yearns.
Let the one not start to depart while this
Gifted one sees my entrails, The me that I am.
You see, I bleed.
I have proclamations of my Love's AUTHENTICATION.
IF I am to love again let it be of a kind of seed which
Clamours for a love beset in me of NOURISHED FIDELITY.
Life's a relay race whose baton keeps you living long after you're gone.
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My thoughts and emotions are racing
my mind cant breath I need space
Im running a relay race or at least
thats what I feel, sometimes its hard
to distnguish whats fake or real
what Im searching for it seems I still
haven't obtained so the dilemma is
do I stay on this path or switch lanes
my mind frame runs almost solely
on logic and futuristic statistics
so Im...so far gone on this life that Im livin, its ridiculous
my thoughts
have gotten so outta control
and my mouth has become so blunt
my heart so bold so question is should
I stay or should I leave because cant
no one human walkin this earth love
me like me
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