Short Journals Poems
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Surgical reviews,
notwithstanding,
relapses of cliche
should be confined
to private journals,
read once,
with delusional sighing,
then burned to prevent
the spread of infection.
Categories:
journals, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Picture frame the moments.
In diaries write them down.
Hold on to such with all you have
for times will come around,
when they will be all that you have
to make it one more day.
And on that day let all else go…
then you will find the way.
Categories:
journals, memorial, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
The sparks will fly
and often mystify
when dreams
give birth
to words
unspoken
Fairy tales come alive
mixed with nations lore
and the melody
of the two worlds
blend true
In dreamers wanderings
one wants not
for the other
as love transends
the journals
of time
Categories:
journals, fantasy, love,
Form:
Free verse
Within an old box
in my musty, dark basement;
I found my journals.
So many- sad, I held one,
a dusty book of dead dreams.
__________________
April 9, 2017
Tanka/"Dusty"
Copyright Protected, ID 891013
One Tanka
Rick Parise
Fifth Place
Categories:
journals, books, dream, lost,
Form:
Tanka
Within an old box
in my musty, dark basement;
I found my journals.
So many- sad, I held one,
a dusty book of lost dreams.
__________________
April 9, 2017
Poetry/Tanka/Lost Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9958-23-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Categories:
journals, life,
Form:
Tanka
the day before her wedding
Pandora found her mother’s loony box
there were journals about her bi-polar condition
and her suicide plans.
We were glad she kept it silently locked
did not read it on that day
or any other day,
preferring to burn it unopened
after she had been married for fifty-six years.
Categories:
journals, daughter, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Soul Decisions
Decide-
The time to arrive,
Keep the right from the left;
Begin from begin,
….and never regret
Decide-
The time to depart,
Don’t look right or look left;
End at the end,
….and never regret
_________________________________
5/19/03
(found this in one of my many journals!)
Categories:
journals, imaginationtime,
Form:
Free verse
My gender’s not the fairer one,
my student status ... past,
mine is not the voice of region
nor a specific caste.
No network calls me “one of us”
nor seeks to mollify,
I'm not considered ethnic, thus
I do not qualify.
The journals, competitions and
calls for anthology
don’t explicitly ask for bland,
old, white-guy poetry.
Categories:
journals, funny, on writing and words,
Form:
Quatrain
Romans I loved to write,
Why do they now irritate me?
I loved reading books,
Why do they know feel like a waste of time?
Journals I kept looking at,
Why do they now seem cringe?
Colors pink and blue my favorite,
Why do they seem trying to get attention?
Being good in school,
Why has it become a failed attempt?
What did you do to me?
Categories:
journals, 8th grade,
Form:
Free verse
This new year
I tuck you away
Like a sweater I no longer wear
You whose squiggly ink
occupy hardcover journals
I cherishingly placed
on a wooden bookshelf
You I've outgrown
You a place I no longer go to
You who are fading with time
Leaving only faint lines in my psyche
From where I draft new ideas
You the ghost of last year's thoughts
Categories:
journals, creation,
Form:
Free verse
as he reads the
morning journals
tasting fresh coffee
while, listening
to Pavane
there i stood
this i
truly know,
that my
daddy loves
me so,
because he
sent me
all the way
to the
university
where i earned
all of my degrees
thus, a Rhodes Scholar
in academia
in following
all of thy dreams
all of thy passions
and i
love you
more, daddy
Categories:
journals, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Obsequies final taste; within this secession from a lamentatives covenant....
I took this pomegranate tree and I crushed it to, make myself a natives chalice of wine
Still, it remained bitter upon my tongue so, I spit it into the turning paean sea!?
************************************************************************
....“Terrestrial Journals” *
Categories:
journals, hope, life, love,
Form:
I do not know?
Indigo book store
Its my favourite store
It has many books
For everyone to read
I could spend hours
Inside this book store
The staffs are cheerful
If you can not find
A book you search for
A staff will bring you
To find your new book
There are items there
Writing pads journals
Pens pencils diaries
Travel mugs and more
A small coffee shop
To enjoy a break
Categories:
journals, books,
Form:
Narrative
Dear Diary, woke up this morning
and opened my eyes
Dear Diary, practiced yoga
and got lost this in the thythm
Dear Diary, where do I go
and how do I find my way back?
Dear Diary, is it all a thought
and could it be what get life on track?
Dear Diary, these days you're a journal
and I wanna know why'd you change
Dear Diary, it is time to say goodbye
until we meet again another day
Categories:
journals, journey,
Form:
List
Rummaging through the past
In boxes closed by time
Opening all your memories
Of life left behind
Smiles cross your lips
Tears hide behind your eyes
Faded memories come flooding back
Of life left behind
Photographs taken
Moments made eternal
Letters written
Thoughts inscribed in journals
Thinking back
Remembering the good and the bad
Thinking back
On life that you once had
Categories:
journals, childhood, introspection, life, nostalgia, people, places, time,
Form:
I do not know?
You want to define Poetry,
behind the safety of your bars
Open the door to your cage,
a world awaits, whose feathers tar
Dusty journals and how-to books,
no longer serve you here
The price of your admittance,
an acknowledgement of fear
With words only as strong
as the impression they leave
And feelings only as sacred
—as memory retrieves
(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)
Categories:
journals, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
You want to define Poetry,
behind the safety of your bars
Open the door to your cage,
a world awaits, whose feathers tar
Dusty journals and how-to books,
no longer serve you here
The price of your admittance,
an acknowledgement of fear
With words only as strong
as the impression they leave
And feelings only as sacred
—as memory retrieves
(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)
Categories:
journals, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
All this time doing everything right,
Then one by one little things fall,
Big things crash,
Everything becomes nothing,
Left with piles of papers,
Hours of research,
Millions of facts and data,
But no completed Research paper,
All the effort,
All the long nights,
Professor and Peer Advice,
Still no Research paper,
Books, surveys, journals, magazines, newspapers,
No Research Paper Indeed...
Categories:
journals, confusion, education, life,
Form:
I do not know?
You want to define poetry,
behind the safety of your bars
Open the door to your cage,
a world awaits, where feathers tar
Dusty journals and ‘how-to’ books,
no longer serve you here
One price of admittance,
the acknowledgement of fear
With words only as strong
as the impression they leave,
And feelings only as sacred,
—as memory retrieves
(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)
Categories:
journals, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
When siren screams become silent
to ears for which a heart has stopped;
billions of beats - a billion thoughts,
are not stilled, they survive
in pauses that stare, and dreams
that start awake
and in journals where scribbles trace
where those thoughts rhyme and wander.
There's a sign ahead, at trail's end,
yet no one's there to wake us,
to say - don't go, but,
we've already moved beyond...
Categories:
journals, death, life,
Form:
Free verse
Let's learn to walk again,
hold hands for first steps, new beginnings.
Not afraid to stumble,
or fear being judged for fumbles.
Nap anywhere without setting an alarm,
and no thoughts cross our minds of self-harm.
Let's make cheat notes rather than journals,
not to conclusions, but let's jump over hurdles.
Shamelessly laugh like when we had one tooth,
and when we didn't think twice before speaking the truth.
Let's start again.
Let's be kids again.
Categories:
journals, emotions, feelings, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
I know,
I can never step to this river twice
Twice as it is today,
But I will never leave it as prey,
a prey to the savage and greedy.
And I know,
One day, I will come again
Then when I am here,
I want to smell good scents
I want to see the beautiful scenes
I want to listen to a story of care.
Then I know,
Here comes the river
Here I am to cruise
Soon with the polluted bubbles
No more.
http://www.layagsug.com/journals/january-02nd-2016#sthash.azmnvOlv.dpuf
Categories:
journals, adventure, allusion, anxiety, art, beauty, bird, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
Origin of the Species
We are recycled atoms
The scientists claim!
From the Big Bang
Imprisoned on this planet
By gravity.
These atoms join molecularity
To give life tangibility,
By separating the species
With appearance.
That was then
And this is now,
And how the species evolved;
"I think?"—
Darwin wrote
In his journals
While in the Galapagos.
And yet, irony persists?
The tree of life branches
With no answer,
As to who
Planted the
Seed!
Categories:
journals, education, history, identity, irony, perspective, science,
Form:
Verse
Bowing these eyes sometimes in frameful silence
As tears fill the pools of their sight ~
Often beholding this sorrow amid the darkness
Never escaping the truth of its painful plight
Strewn from sea to sea around the globe
No place and no life, is immune unto its plague
Although some believe that they are and perhaps they are....
Tis it better to be blind, than to be slayed???
******************************************************
....“Terrestrial Journals” *
Categories:
journals, hope, life, love, sea, sea,
Form:
I do not know?
The flipside of the day
Brings a lot of melodies
Of painful journals
At most the moon and stars are dead
For those eyes that lament for the beloved
The breezy sound of the wind
Doesn't bring a beautiful song of serenity
Instead a tune of sinister
Darker than the night
Because the lullabies of every nocturnal
An echoing elegies
For those who were left behind
Sightseeing imaginary images
Whispering song for them
Every night
Still dying inside
5-25-2016
Mysterious Aries
Categories:
journals, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse