Short At Leisure Poems
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Appears a pigeon at leisure
nonchalantly walking hopping from table to table
~ looking for attention and treats
AP: 1st place 2025
Neither toy nor a plaything
time on a whim squandered at leisure
frittered for sake of burlesque
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
you're beautiful and you don't care
you're all about freedom
living life like it's a gift
flying at leisure across the sky
pausing here and there at will
soaring in the magnanimity of sunshine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
If I treasure treasure
I won’t be at leisure
Until there is a capture
If I treasure fixture
I will dare seizure
Until there is a full measure
If I treasure nature
I won’t be a vulture
That devours at pleasure
If I treasure culture
I won’t be a torture
That encourages displeasure
If I treasure future
I will nurture our mixture
That is the very big picture.
In a moment, things came to a boil,
And anger caused everything to spoil.
Losing focus on my principal goal,
All my principles fell in disharmony's bowl.
Anger that heir to stress,
Made me pull my hair – oh a frustrating mess!
In those weak moments I took off my eye,
From all that I wished to achieve and reach the sky.
I then spent the subsequent days repenting at leisure.
I have had the pleasure
Of watching one’s treasure
And dared to then measure
What one did at leisure…
Man fails not to treasure
What fetches him pleasure:
For them goes at leisure
And them take full measure
Of eyes the cynosure,
For the camera sure,
Then doors slam for closure:
There shouldn’t be censure;
Kisses with their pressures,
Sex with all its seizures,
Morals for erasure…
Who’d save man from pleasure?
A hobby
To kill extra times
And to relax oneself
More benefits than exertion and exhaustion
From work
Nothing to do with ambition
Reading at leisure
Reading for pleasure
Reading at ease
Reading at your own pace
And no pressure
Reading at your interest
And gain relaxation and knowledge
With no bargain or totally free
Reading to make friends
And books become your friends
Life long intimate
And with no quarrels
Just one of your tears
is like being washed over by the tallest of waves.
Im lost in those welled up eyes.
I'm a compass without a point.
Just that look of despair
leaves me in utter dispair.
That single tear
Caused by words that are spoken in haste
and are repented at leisure.
Pride is your enemy
when tears are falling.
Slay your enemy
wipe away that tear.
Live to love another day
as tears are feelings you can see.
Inside the caves of my heart
Lives someone I do not know
With unspoken word, starry eyes
He’s quiet, peaceful and smiling
And slow to open his mouth
He only peeps and watches
Through the glass windows
Of my unstable heart at leisure
Flapping his wings like a dove
To shadowy activities of men
The words he stammers out
Are soothing and smooth
Choosing to talk only when
Deeds of men are cool and calm
Like a lull in the Pacific Ocean
Inside the caves of my heart
Lives someone I do not know
With unspoken word, starry eyes
She’s quiet, peaceful and smiling
And slow to open his mouth
He only peeps and watches
Through the glass windows
Of my unstable heart at leisure
Flapping her wings like a dove
To shadowy activities of beings
The words she stammers out
Are soothing and smooth
Choosing to talk only when
Deeds of beings are cool and calm
Like a lull in the Pacific Ocean
Trials
of life
continue
relentlessly.
All we can do is,
is to be nonchalant,
recognising the deep truth
that we are not the mind body,
thereby enjoying our life sojourn,
as though watching a movie at leisure.
Yet within this dream, we wish to awake.
We are both the subject and object,
within the field of awareness.
Thus, to awaken right here
we must enter stillness,
embrace cessation,
enter the void,
to then be
right now
free.
11-November-2020
The dragons have gone;
Disappearing into wind
Which bore them eastwards.
Sunset fell into shadow...
And the World became legend.
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Beneath tired maples
The lone bridge is at leisure;
An old canal dry.
The lone bridge reminiscing:-
Leaves carpeting flat ripple.
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Autumn in Kyoto
Overwhelms a persons senses;
It beguiles the eye.
Whether river, hill, garden;
All beyond compare.