Short Bow Out Poems
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No
One hears
silent screams;
they bow out fast
Like a tired player,
Leaving life’s stage.
We all scream
Often;
Shh…
Resting is not coming easy this day,
Shrouded in mourning once again,
No tender morsels left like crumbs,
Simply for having normal feelings,
When do I bow out of the race?
I never reach the finish line,
The trail of tenderness ceased.
You know...
I have finally decided to wait.
I realize your not ready.
I realize it will take years...
to think I am calm and steady.
And quietly I'll bow out, as if I was never really there.
I will remember and softly smile.
And then I'll walk on air.
Form:
I’m naïve to your reasoning
I don’t know what you want
In my defense
You’re pretty tense
For bein’ “nonchalant”
You say it doesn’t bother you
Your body language lies
You’d rather look at T.V.
Than look me in the eyes
I’m not one to provocate
I’ll bow out gracefully
But just know this
Your lips, I kiss
With insincerity
Listen to poem:
The little linger, the wee wee wait-a-while,
says it all wordlessly, unwieldy:
"The momentary pause is pregnant!"
with distinct possibilities of a bow-out clause.
I can see and smell the stench of doubt
as you look away,
breaking our eye-to-eye contact.
That tiny delay is your way of saying it,
without saying it in words.
You, the soothsayer-in-silence bleats:
"The momentary pause is pregnant!"
Listen!
I am afraid of clowns someone said.
No one laughed.
It was a serious poker game.
Chuckie glared in my direction.
I had not noticed Freddie or Jason yet.
Concentrating so hard on my cards.
When I looked up I tried to bow out.
But I was held in place.
An invisible force controlled me.
A dementor was here!
I was his puppet.
I wished I knew where my invisibility cloak was.
Dracula and the werewolf began salivating.
I knew I was in big trouble now.
When the chips are down
Men are separated from boys
Quitters fall by the way side
While perennial winners
Seize the day and be counted
For that is the essence of life
Life is a live show
It is for a short season
It is time to show the stuff
One is made of
And bow out as the ovation
Reaches its crescendo
Life is for the living
Take it one day at a time
Everyday as if it were the last
Cause the ultimate leveler
Strikes when you least expect it
In the sanctuary of Religion,
the choices are usually clearly
drawn relative to good and evil.
It is up to us to choose.
In the area of Business, especially when
our demands are crucial, the choices
can sometimes be shady and scamming.
Sometimes, regardless, we have to choose.
In the arena of Politics, there may or may
not be choices of good and evil. Both may be
evil, and we do not have the option to bow out.
We only have the obligation to make our choices.
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