Short Balking Poems
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A cool caliginous
night
Crickets in their abode
talking
A desolate street with no
lights
A doddering man
balking
Soon dusk kisses
dawn
Birds are out
chirping
The sun is shining and the curtain
of night has drawn
The exuberance of girls
playing
we can if we band
we can't miss
we can stop this
talking and balking
agants our sister and brother
does matter what corlor
in the lords eyes we're his prides
if your poor
there only one door
for all together we can be a brick wall
if we don't complate
WE CAN STOP THIS HATE
Form:
sunshine
blue skies
thrilled as
temps rise
thirty-
seven
feels like
Heaven
house-bound
no more
fun plans
in store
stretching
walking
no more
balking,
for the
weather
holds no
tether
February 3, 2023
written for Brian Strand's Contest 1180 placed 4th
Smallpox and polio
Were they as intensely feared
As Covid and Delta?
SARS, ebola, and swine flu
What happened to them?
Are they still lurking around corners?
Remember when everyone was terrified of AIDS?
Remember when people took vaccines without balking?
Remember when we watched out for each other?
dream did find in field
to us always had appealed
with much love was sealed
we had been balking
reach point where there is talking
for friend stalking
life was imperil
when we sang christmas carol
screech sounded sterile
issue was skirting
when my back had been hurting
which i was blurting
his name was Cecil
who we heard was a weasel
art work on easel
If the Result is Insult:
Rethink that course of thought!
For what can lead to the Heart's revolt
Is not the path I sought...
Wayward walking; trouble stalking
(When one lets loose their tongue!)
I can accept the poets' balking-
At least, when I cease to run,
And stop to take ownership
Of all the mistakes I've made
Vacation for my guilty trip-
As I apologize today
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Then void the footprints so demur,
wherein once walking, my feet pure
now doomed to stalking, faith as cure
the vise I deemed as caulking, minus stir ~
My country, silence balking
truth to serve
retreat while there is lacking
moment's lure!
What then is counteracting
what reserve
the led are never leaders
pretense verve!
To keep thy promise keeping
keep your nerve
you backed away my seeking ~
. . . . . with conserve!
Look at all the little people
Insignificant lost souls
Hurrying, scurrying below
Like some fast-forward picture show.
Always moving rarely balking
And when walking hardly talking
Tiny animated shadows
Puny dots moving to and fro.
If they were me where I now stand
The whole of them would understand
They’re human lemmings on the run
Behind their leaders one by one.
From high above this bizarre scene
I see folly in their routine.
No rush.
Across the terrain goes the tortoise.
Intently moving toward its destination
Slow but assuredly, it moves without hesitation.
Moving barely, barely moving
But steadfast it remains.
There is no balking as it moves down the line.
Every step taken leaves a lasting imprint.
With each one, purpose shows
No missteps. No rush.
And so goes the tortoise.
No procrastination.
Only wise steps of purpose
HEAVENLY VESSEL FLIES-
That moment my soul grew vacillating
Deep into that darkness balking
My, my, my, my I feel the pleads
My God today will you help me...Please
I remember I was interesting
I awoke and flung the vehicle
Heavenly vessel racing by clouds
By the grave I saw the heavens
That moment my soul grew vacillating
Deep into that darkness balking
My chariot on angels wings I glide
No need I'll fly
6/10/19
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2/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
One day when the POTUS was talking,
a muffled cough started him balking.
In arrogant boldness
and dismissive coldness,
he sent our poor Chief of Staff walking!
On June 17, when Trump was being interviewed, he
ordered Mick Mulvaney out of the Oval Office for coughing.
Mulvaney, who is the acting White House Chief of Staff,
also fills other positions. POTUS--President of the United States
Written June 29, 2019, for Tania Kitchin's Limerick Contest
The days are long and getting longer
So my boredom’s that much stronger.
To complain feels even wronger
Since I am okay.
I read, I write, I do my walking;
On the phone or Zoom, I’m talking.
Still, at travel, I am balking;
Locally, I stay.
Pandemic life has been a trial
And, although it’s been a while,
I can’t say for sure when I’ll
Be comfortable away.
Others plan a nice vacation
Which is little consolation.
Maybe with some motivation,
I’ll go, too, someday.
I know what I’m doing is right
Not like I’ll be gone every night
The cupboards are bare
No one seems to care
Each time I find work it’s a fight
I wish I could change my life course
Not balking nor having remorse
All methods I try
It still makes me cry
When I ponder my enemy source
I sort out my problems in vain
Revealed on my face my disdain
It’s not worth the stress
I have to confess
Uncertainty drives me insane
Randy Steele
"Me Against Myself" contest
June 28, 2011