When will this din of boring sameness
Give way to refreshing turns ahead,
And eradicate these afflicting days
And make them charming instead?
When shall the lonely heart
Feel Nature her warmth impart,
And bring to a full soothing end
These chills that all yearning bend?
When shall this endless wait fade
And the awaited glory at last appear,
And disgrace to warm solace turn,
And realized hope abolish all fear?
Let mirthless turns and tides of fate
Bring what they will as I sit and wait.
He was a charming gentleman and a much liked Prime Minister,
But suddenly insults hurled by the score, some hurtful, some sinister,
Wow, public's choice looks like mickey mouse,
Should be polished, talk well, not slouch,
Burnham watch out, politicians can read you well within global perimeters.
You talk a lot Andy, say things people want to hear,
It upsets me when I hear slogans that merely smear,
Starmer’s ego, hurt with each jeer,
And Mrs Starmer who shed a tear,
Don’t be too smug, many in 10 downing, want your cheer.
pulled my skiff up to a pretty palm
left her to wander the island
was I alone?
were there natives?
would they be friendly
or take off my head?
the sun was setting low in the sky
air had an ambiance of quiet
I felt peaceful
and resigned to my fate
no matter what the outcome
there was a skip in my step
A good source of Bad Spelling
With the effect Quite Telling:
Sometimes in Serious Writing
‘Capitals’ and ‘Small’ Fighting:
Altering whole passages,
Garnishing The Messages:
Each ‘S’ in Mississippi
Innocently omitting,
Unthinkable letter P
To ‘Behavior’ submitting:
You strike them out he’s quibbling;
A prelude to ‘Plain Squabbling’ …
I’ve resigned from being his teacher
Rather Good Spelling Preacher:
‘L’ in ‘Halo’ not double
Double the ‘B’ in Stubble …
It’s a pain in The Eye:
‘The written made ‘Hopeless Lie!’
I lay in love
As would be a shoreline
Enjoying the ebb of your tides upon me
I lay in love
Rejoicing the lusty touch of your waves on me
Content, fully aware that you remain here
As each sunset promised the sunrise!
But your hatred surged at me,
As would the wreck of a tsunami,
Destroying my shoreline,
Drowning me in tons of rubbles and dirt
So much that now
I just keep praying:
May it be that your hatred kills me
As, existing in such a broken state
Would lead me nowhere!
I lay now, hurt and damaged
Trying to get a grip on myself
And on my unwilling existence
I lay, praying that your hatred
Would grip my heart with such force
That it would stop beating, thereby
Bringing an end to this cursed existence
That I lead, willed by the skies themselves!
Pray, this world has no meaning whatsoever, yet,
In you, I had found my purpose and my anchorage
But a diseased reef would never be able to please you
Who are used to the fragrance of sparkling ones!
I lay still in love, and now try to find my peace in counting
Grains of sand, while waiting for the end of my existence!
For Contest Your Best New Poem
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Written on 8 Dec 2019
Resigned To Unwind with Peace of Mind
We have always been resigned,
To the fact of wanting to unwind,
Then be best,
When we rest,
While we will find peace of mind.
Jim Horn
in one grievous gasp
slipping through a gaping hole
my heart took to the air
bruised yet numb
with weightlessness
like a runaway balloon
suspended in flight
adrift at the whim
of a carefree breeze
no rhyme or reason
hovering as if to meet
the clouds or the moon
without a string
a freedom with no direction
resigned to what will be
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on August 31, 2018 for contest EARLY SEPT 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
More Facts To Am Resigned
Here is something else to consider.
To more facts I have become resigned;
Never leave any of my poems behind;
Many must put together then combine.
Have been adding more to end of poem
due to exceeding ten limit. In this way,
I can keep on writing and then cut and
paste later to new poems. I would rather
read short poems myself and not have to
become over engrossed into the poem
and often missing point and object of poem.
Jim Horn
Hickory Did See Dickery Who Acted with
Trickery With a Face Which Was Snickery.
Write a poem about that. You can even
create your own words.
There is a rebel -guy hiding somewhere
down deep within your fleeting heart;
a snake- charmer of broken promises
who rushes off and pierces my veins.
Although honey-coated words are gone
to waste inside your impulsive mind,
I’m quick to forget after the ache
since the challenge to tame you
has become a quest, a dare: but now,
my heart resigns from mazes of your puzzle .
I whine for luck, burying myself in such games
only to slowly understand the difference
between wisdom and foolishness: and life
changes, my runaway guy, when your tease
no longer entices a chase...
like so, this raw deal is irrevocably terminated!
Nayda Ivette Negron's Resignation Contest
10/6/2016
Birth and death: resigned divinity
walk hand in hand with all
taking up the risk again and again
rising with a flush and rush to meet the rakish desire for
...existence ...self awareness...experience...touch feel
and flow
drawing from the list of longings and lingerings from last life
boldly taking back it’s due
from injury... death and war
such that they too must bow
and shed their blackened shells
to bloom again
against the ash
in vibrant colors ...........ever splashed
to be born ...as if on wing of dove divine
in the first breath and joyful laugh of every new born child
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