Rush Poems

no one can rush me

You will have to paint this, you’ll have to clean that
I sit in the sun, soaking it up like a tabby cat
No one can rush me, I’m retired you see
On May 31st, I will be seventy-three.

Rhythm of a River

                                            Rhythm of a River

       

Gull Glides

A gull glides slowly 
Through the cloud-grey sky
No sign of hurry, 
No hint of worry
Content thus to fly.

Dramatic contrast 
To the traffic down below
Human hurry 
Human rush
As though its sinful 
To go slow.

Maybe somehow
In a very little while
I’ll let time take
Its gentle course
And gull-like
Peaceful go.
 

When You're In A Rush

When you're in a rush almost every light is red
Part of the problem is not wanting to get out of bed
Fooling around and doing everything at last minute
Rush hour isn't rushing when your out there in it
Some things feels as if it requires too much time
Stopping on a dime isn't happening at stop signs
The normal

Rush Hour

Going to the town store,
during rush hour, a chore.
I ran to the door, fell.
Keys now lost on the floor,
but no keys could be found.
Oh, they're in my pocket!

Rush Hour

At a bend in the road
One needs take utmost care,    
More so on road of life.” By author
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Rush Hour

People bolt in mad race
through jammed streets cities brace.
Against time car lines crawl,
destined for a long haul.
Rush hour of frenzy match
makes us chase dreams to catch.

Rush Hour

Mine  is a wild  spring step,
shoe heels dash leaf strewn path,
I spy wrinkled driver’s,
rueful rush hour grim mien,
from sleek chrome  cars  crawl as,
my drained feet  moult traction!

Rush Hour

Quickly grabbed my briefcase 
My brolly fought the rain 
I sped to the station
Only just caught my train
Bang on nine… my boss rants
You’re here… but where’s your pants?

Rush Hour

Mine  is a wild  spring step,
shoe heels dash leaf strewn path,
wrinkled drivers sour mien,
from rueful rush hour toll,
as sluggish cars inch by,
my drained feet moult traction

RUSH HOUR

Rapid response unit
Stuck in a traffic jam
Blue lights flash, sirens sound

All vehicles give way
He races on at speed
Must pick up Chinese meal!

Rush Hour

Written May 6, 2025, For Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud

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Red on green traffic run,
hasty flags of pink shun
one hour before high sun.

Feel the surge of spate wind,
icy kiss grooms the rind
tiptoe through rush hour, timed.

Hexaline Form Created by Nette Onclaud: 6 lines with 6 syllables,

Rush Hour

She wakes me up, must go,
She says drive quick not slow.
Weaving though traffic fast.
Now we get there at last.
Such a hurry this morn.
Too late, babe just now born.

Rush Hour

I clock in my own breath,
Minutes stack like folding chairs.
My limbs queue for permission,
Time herds me through its turnstiles.
We all wear the same silence—
Pressed suits, creased with wanting.

Rush Hour

bumper to bumper push
potholes detours red lights
rearview mirror past flash
regrets breakups foul-ups
windshield view onward, veiled
stressful blurry fearful



5/5/25
Contest: Into the Hexaline Grove
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud

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