Short Hours Poems
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Shrivelled day,
Mottled charred desires,
Still pursuits,
Dying hope,
Shadowed duty engagement,
We fall and rise still.
Though time, like us, is separated
Into many hours and minutes,
Even our arms, like clock hands,
Will someday meet again.
this is true for you
and the world too
this is not barking
or starking
mabe larking
we have it so don't sit
24 HOURS PARKING
What did people do
With all of their evening hours
Before the T.V.?
They told each other stories
As the moon rose in the sky.
Loneliness shows who you are without friends,
As friends show you the strengths you never had.
Written: 1/20/16
my favorite time
just sitting and watching you
prepare for your day
a routine that's never old
outfit on , unwrapped for night
In the darkness
it came,
no more searching in the light
Nothing burning
to distract
—shadows of delight
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
And, so, with the dawn
of a new night, we met
for song and dancing.
Stars are made for wishing...
while suns are dear sources
of life.
i see you by your self
its under your belt
the pain
and tears like rain
you need
the lord s love showers
SHAKE theses
LONELY HOURS
Purple wildflowers
in the stained moments of day
Windswept disarray!
Fuchsia passion spreads for miles
Fetching jays and sunshine smiles.
the first hour seafood
second hour for some deep prayers
third hour for sweet fruits
fourth to read romance poems
fifth kisses and making love
fifty point sixty
self subjectively one more
i hope last post please
I awaited a
chance in adjustment
and in time,
was uplifted
int a tune
of the universe.
Now I can feel
a force of action
Strongly of time.
they hump and bump
on and on
to the
train
and plane
caling home
with a sell phone
running thur too
rain showers
during the
THE RUSH HOURS
Form:
trying to not to
i never was a sheeple
try corralling thoughts
hours be our...
treasures as
hours be ores...
so we build
oars from hours...
that time be
our oaring of hours...
of ores
stans sand
I am broken in, i’ve learned
i have got no message to return
my ears ring, the streets sing
with your smile on displace
tomorrow takes today
For five to six hours
He makes me forget
All about you and how
You hurt me so
I wish they made him
In a pocket version
So I’d never think of you
Form:
time for work
some like jerk
and very alert
this no mistake if late
some take
bus mabe train its a pain
they run if its a rain shower
doing
RUSH HOURS
Were you ever heavily reminded of me in this city?
Was your astral self haunting me in my most recent dreams?
Why am I remembering our life everywhere I go?
Obscurity broken midst night visions
Haunting evil thrust in flight amongst stars
Sleep will not come tonight
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Blurred distortions,smeared stirrings
put aside to make an extract in
filaments of primal abstractions.
Restless movements dripping,drop
by drop into pure fields of bliss
Rainclouds threaten in the distance
The meadow ushers a subtle silent warning
Butterflies promptly take their leave
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
We all need at least ten hours sleep
To wake up all bouncy with a cheep cheep cheep
Ready for the day
Ready to sashay
Like a ballet dancer through the air I'll leap
We all need at least ten hours sleep
To wake up all bouncy with a cheep cheep cheep
Ready for the day
Ready to sashay
Like a ballet dancer through the air I'll leap