14 Coursing!
Reflection one,
Gematria is revealing,
14 is “Dai”, enough, done?
Tzoros are healing,
Rav C. Shumulevitz wrote “Con”,
Or “With” feeling “Busha”
For your missed mission,
Tzoros have done annealing,
Are no longer needed? Redundant?
14 also is “Zahav” or Gold,
Precious as a watershed?
Wisdom from Tzoros’ toll?
Speaking, thus the rock bled?
Small steps, downsize the goal,
Reframe anguished cries instead,
Wishful thinking? Fatigue taking hold?
Mussar to the head,
And to the heart “B’HisPaalus” bold,
7th inning stretch? Bullpen retread,
Journey & Destination are one fold!
Categories:
retread, anniversary, courage, emotions, i
Form: Rhyme
Back I go retracing steps.
Against the tide I must tread,
Following the arrows down in reverse.
Each arrow head points back to moments gone,
To a time before the dawn of days past.
The footprints I must retread
Lead backwards on the path trod.
Heel to toe carefully placed in reverse,
To echo the way I felt at each step.
To unravel the memories woven.
Rewinding your life's design,
Sopping up past tears you shed,
Muting the cries with rags and sound proofing,
Pulling back from embraces hugs and kisses.
Is the toughest part of these retraces.
With each step, a tale unfurls,
Of joys and sorrows retold,
Where songs I knew, old and new are unsung.
I walk through gardens which were once in bloom,
Where flowers long since withered, met their doom,
This journey back to the past,
Rejigs it, to could have been!
Categories:
retread, memory, relationship,
Form: Verse
Some daysI feel it's time to move and
live by the sea, especially when the ghosts of
Altoona are haunting me..
Many cities in Pa., so rich in history,
They were hey days in their time.
It's no mystery...
This once-booming railroad town
is still being visited by those now underground..
Home to the infamous Horse Shoe Curve, with
its one-way tunnel that will truly unnerve..
Many unsuspecting drivers attempted to navigate
and met their swift untimely fate...
At 17th Street, a circus train derailed. Again, many
lost their lives as the animals all bailed.
Just like a used tire that manufacturers retread,
some people that die by accident are unaware that they are dead.
Most days I just pray and ask them to kindly move on, for
the ghosts of Altoona, I wave my magic wand.
Categories:
retread, death,
Form: Light Verse
Life is not finite
We live to live
Not solely to find our place in the limelight
Be and Exist
A tryst must be made to come true
Do not evade and elude
Life is your chance to be you
Shudder at commonality
True vitality is found only in duality, or three-ality
Escape reality and exist where and how you wish
We can only BE
When we see the big picture
Do not accept fixture or fixation
Become a mixture of elation and excitement
Enlighten the mind so that life may not bind you
Instead, retread previous ground
Abound and rejoice in your choice to inspire
Revel in the muck and the mire
It may just wipe clean the stain of wasted time transpired
Categories:
retread, change, growth, hope, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Lost Words
It was only later
After seeing him hooked up to a ventilator
That I realized what he had said
And a reflection came that I would later retread
For deep down inside I always knew
That my dad was there for me as I grew
He was harsh and intense on occasion
Some would even call it abrasion
But there was that other side
When we were alone me along for the ride
He did his duty as a father
Bringing home the bacon with little bother
But the lessons taught
Were what I bought
How to strive
To stay alive
To be the best I can be
For all to see
Have kindness for my fellow man
Help wherever I can
Be a father to a son
Be there to protect everyone
Give a care
If you dare
That tomorrow will be a better day
When you get ego out of the way
As I sit here to lament
I recall those lost words he had repent
After waiting all those long years
And though he is long gone they still bring me tears
Those lost words you ask “I love you…”
Andreas Simic©
Categories:
retread, appreciation, care, hero, pride,
Form: Rhyme
Impulsive were the days of youth,
Nattered all through busy evenings,
Thrived to exaltation, absolutely naive,
Harmonious cheerful charm is now a history,
Extravagant fancy now a great mystery,
Modesty with age took a sharp turn,
Obsession faded, as if never will return,
Over the years gone far more sluggish,
Downswing, could it perpetually stay ?
Forgives itself nothing always is youth,
Overwhelmingly pardoned everything is age,
Retread reminiscence !
Longevity of lust with a vengeance ,
Overbold, badly in need of discipline,
Vacuity sobbed and bawled like sick,
Ebullience soon awakens endurance !
And vigour turns vernal as much again,
Golden moments regain their lost sheen,
Apart from heartbeats' rhyme, souls in unison,
Immaculate passion returns with full punch,
No worries of life, ecstasy takes a hunch !
Written on 29/5/14
Contest- In the mood for love again
Sponsor- Freddie V
Categories:
retread, blessing, love, endurance,
Form: Acrostic
Peace dwells in mind
Peace is an occurrence of harmony in mind
Where it treads violence retread in fear
Peace is never armed but shields itself in honesty
It it silences conflict behaviors
And ushers in the freedom from fear
Those who adapt peace
It means life today, tomorrow and beyond
Those who ignore her
When she goes they live to regret it
Those who kick her
When she goes they remain wailing
She ensures they see hell live on earth
In her absence murders and massacres show faces
Rapes, pillaging, bloodletting and blood baths ensue
As laments for the dead, and funeral rites parade emotions
Peace watch from a distance waiting for men of senses
To think and recall with purpose or
Else more minds are lost but for the worst.
Categories:
retread, peace,
Form: Imagism
there's a song stuck in my head
ba da da daaaahhh...
not a lot, but a bit of a bar
ba da da deeeee...
spinning 'round my ears too near
never able to get out of there, i fear
it'll never set me free
i can't hear it's lyrical words
the band's name i'm unable to perceive
just burnt bridges 'n' stanza's
is all i got command a
the whole song's impossible to retrieve
i can't recall who sung it
nor can i recall the composer's name*
ba da da da - a few notes is all
i seem to recall but
it's stuck spinning just the same
when i'm looooong gone and dead,
i think i'd rather not hum instead
that darn song 'll still be in my head
to fill my afterlife with dread
bedamned reincarnated melody retread
oh, still that song stuck in my head
it's too hard to make it out - or to believe
© Goode Guy 2013-10-18
* After driving me crazy to the point of poetic
composition, I auditorially searched my extensive
Pat Metheny collection, since I suspected
it was one of his, and finally came upon:
Pat Metheny Group-2002-Speaking Of Now-08-Afternoon
which is a very good song to get stuck in,
if you've gotta get stuck
Categories:
retread, angst, imagination, muse, music,
Form: Rhyme
Sparrow on a ledge
Needed help but told no one
Vanished overnight
Her smile now missed by neighbors
Lights out again on Park Lane
Foreclosure’s victim
Few ever visited her
Had we known her plight
This senior we might have saved
Elderly and abandoned
*In honor of John's "Retread what you've said" contest
Categories:
retread, people,
Form: Tanka
Why are we here on earth,
because the Lord has something for us each to do.
He has not told us what it is,
but it is not to pine over lost love.
It is said he never gives us more then we can handle,
we just need to work at finding our way.
Life can not always be peaches and cream,
we must be ready to take the bad with the good.
Life will not always be what we expect it to be,
we must open our eyes that we may see.
A person should never feel they are not needed,
we need someone and someone needs us.
Though it may not be the person we want it to be,
someone is out there it may just be a matter of time.
To grieve over a lost love one is to be expected,
to go through life alone is not what anyone expects.
We need only to open our eyes and believe...
I am needed ...I am wanted ...by someone.
Someone is out there waiting for me,
a real live human Being...I just need to believe.
Entry: Retread What You've Said And say it Better!
Contest Sponsor: Moses
2nd Place Winner
Categories:
retread, life, love, people, lost,
Form: Lyric
INSIGNIFICANCE
On earth’s unimagined vastness we creep
Yet unaware that she swims an even vaster pool
Whose abysses can not be plumbed deep
By the longest line of reasoning or rule
Each man tills his small part of the orb
But the plough merely scratches the surface
Leaving her with no permanent mark on her robe
Pyramids and walls the sand will efface
As children seeking flies on the water or sand
Or men in dreams wandering down endless lanes
Each aspires to arrange, to control, to understand,
But controlling nothing, not even himself as he wanes
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Written By Sydney Peck
Entered in John Freeman's Contest
"Retread What You’ve Said, And say it Better"
Categories:
retread, introspection,
Form: Quatrain
john freeman
Contest Name Retread What You’ve Said, And say it Better |
CRAZINESS OF THIS BLOODY WORLD,
sense of humor gets unfurled ,
brain gets in a whirl ,
sometimes...
My crazed bro wanted to murder me
cos he'd come off the zolof intentionally,
with beer as an appetiser,
is johnson any the wiser,
clean out the rats nest he said,
so we were all to be struck dead
nope - this time Eliza...
Don Johnson
Categories:
retread, adventure,
Form: Ballade
The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread
I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Recycled emotions are undesirable
I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
Recycled emotions are undesirable
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame
My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
What happened to those days? You were my special man
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan
What happened to those days? You were my special man
Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink
Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink
The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread
By Carolyn Devonshire
For Paula Swanson’s “Pantoum” contest
Categories:
retread, lost loveme, heart, spring,
Form: Pantoum
it is much too late
to change my course
to retrace my path
take a different road
this one isn't marked
this one isn't paved
blown rubber from retread tires
a construction hazard zone
this treacherous trail
worse than Arizona 666
no place to pull off
this road that turns and twists
Categories:
retread, introspection
Form: Free verse
Shes' got me changing gears...
burning rubber everywhere...
she can drive this stick shift...
...ramming road blocks...
stop signs and red lights...
crime of passion...
speed is of the clock...
in my rear view...
I see the crash crew...
breaks have failed...
no pulling to the side...
I'll tap her fender
she will surrender...
driving blind...got to
get on her inside lane...
my heart screaming...
for a retread...
...got to have this woman...
in pole position...
she can drive on empty
one look she gives me plenty...
she has cranked me up...
pumping iron not enough...
shes' done my head in...
shes flooded my 6 cylinder...
...she guns the engine...
I got the right tool...
she knows I can use it...
one more look...refuel...
Categories:
retread, passionme, me,
Form: Lyric
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