Short Participant Poems
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I am an unwilling participant.
But it is inescapable.
An earthly evil.
Death would be preferable,
but no, it is taxes….
Lulled by the electronic funk
A willing participant
Hypnotized onlooker
In a hazed stupor
Television
Time eater
Droning
Rest
Participant in a contest
Unknown to many and modest
Hundreds flocked vying for Best Make-up Artist
And only one won from the list
A mortician from the West
It was a long night
the defeated sleep late
winners race off somewhere
to be seen.
Fortunately we who watch,
learn how to shrug
with greater expression,
walk away.
Vote for silence now.
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a willing participant
in changing children’s lives
you displayed love unquestioned
just by giving your time
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Her, the Miami herald.
Look-see, participant power, please.
Try, try, trying.
Watcha gonna do?
I live here, for sonny Jim.
I live amongst powers, looksee.
The eternal god, protects me.
All the rights, ticker.
Good stuff now.
The participant
Expectant
The judger
But a resonator
Void in between
May glean
Or may not
Being self taught
If he does
Feeling a buzz
Our good friend
Else fiend
Or are we
Unbound and free
Either which way
In play
14-January-2021
Emotional Scars
I see her
I see her not
I see her
I see her not
Moments where she feels me
Moments where she doesn't
An endless game, we play
A game I despise yet
A game which I seem to be a willing participant
Like a game played so intensely every
fall leaves you bruised
But this game leaves no bruises
only emotional scars
What is a day?
only one day participant
of the flow of time,
always future
never tagged
as now...
and always instant
past or to come
not a constant minute
always after, or before...
For eternity, just one day
it's nothing, even if it
was or not remarkable...!
will always be what it was
and what will be...
Forever, instant... !
His evasion of responsibility inexcusable…
though behaviour of this being as per usual
originally from broken where never taught devotion
great pity he grew without learning.
Fidelity and faithfulness insignificant
from the superficial apathetic participant
thus emptiness diverged from initial love of splurge
revolved...evolved am now to be discerning.
Poverty drags me through the dust as a willing participant
Money flows through my fingers like water
I dig out slowly from the holes I have created
The rope swinging seductively
The silence of all my ghosts are deafening
That little voice of reason whimpers in the dark
All my doors are closed as I slam them with defiance
And the hungry winds swirl around me once more
For what you're waiting?
Are you expecting the failure of all your competeters
So that you can win
Or are you in the thought of a miracle that going to happen is the death of all your co-contestants
No victory is real if you won just because you're the only participant
So never expect everyone to leave the show
Fight with them and raise the cup
Be the fire that burns but give lights to all
anticipation
glad for this mating
to finally take place
I was ready
a willing participant
wanting this gladly
singing my song
I lured him in
to my dark
he was young
inexperienced
I cared not
obviously
his first time
we did the deed
snap
I ate his head
according to plan
same oh same oh
next day
luring one in
another young one
gave a little prayer
before the deed.
Ego borne conflict having arisen,
no resolution seems to be in sight,
with one participant spewing poison,
the other unwilling to call day, night.
Hearts divided needing the healing light
but the light too is seen by sight divine,
for those and those only who do align
and so the remedy of no avail,
as both souls languish in pain self assigned,
unable to secure the holy grail.
13-November-2020
Traffic and pedestrians
Perform a do-si-do.
Cityfolk, experienced,
Know just which way to go.
Every last participant,
Of flesh or chrome and steel,
Bows or curtsies to his partner
In this urban reel.
In and out they weave and turn,
Like threads upon a loom.
Out-of-towners watch in awe,
Anticipating doom.
At some point in this promenade
The music stops and then,
The dancers separate until
They’ll do-si-do again.
What makes a woman a mother?
Is it only because they can gestate?
Or is it the will to nurture,
A being that they did create,
Making a new being,
Is not that difficult,
All animals have done it for millennia.
So why do many humans,
Chose to be only to be a participant?
If taking responsibility,
For a new gift to the world,
Gives a phenomenal asset to the human collective,
Is that the ultimate reward?
Mending Fences
Written: by Tom Wright
2011
Sometimes relationships,
have needed “fixin” so long,
That neither participant,
recalls what caused the breach.
What often starts as naught,
quickly evolves into something.
In restoring a relationship,
the party taking the first step,
Is left with one of two fears,
the fear of rejection,
Or the fear of where that step
might lead.
Just beyond
Obscured by an irrevocable moment
Under an ignorant sky
Remember the broken memories
Now perished
Every feeble effort halted
Your stolen seconds that span your history
Wishing for a continuance
Intent to find sometimes
That final step past the end
How do we conquer the last
Meet me at the finish
Each participant reaches the goal but none will celebrate
For the vicissitudes of life is birth
Jed, the new husband wanted to control his wife
But failed terribly in attempting to domesticate her
and control her
She was not a willing participant or pushover
neither was Jed’s second or third wives
You cannot control women! His sisters told him.
He should have known that.
But he didn’t.
He is still looking for a compliant wife.
Potential wives four, five and six have all dumped him
None of them liked being almost-controlled either.
It was a short course.
I was a course teacher.
As I was about to leave for the airport
At the end, a participant came up to me.
She: You are a ‘Don Pedro!’
I: How so?
She: You know, Pedro’s girlfriend
Once drove him along the seashore
To a lonely spot,
Stopped the car and said:
Take whatever you want.
And Pedro took the car.
Oh, wake up, my (lazy) heart!
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Winner, 4th place, Poetry contest, sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver, Oct. 22, 2017.
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Everyone around the world is gathered
at the arena as a sports person,
and an audience;
boxing, swimming, fencing, athletics,
weightlifting, soccer.....all the games
are present for enjoyment,
and for the audience to behold.
Flags of different colors and designs
dance in the wind, as the Olympic
torch burns day and night,
to keep the Spirit of Olympics
alive.
Every participant is ready to shine
for his country;
to shine for his name;
to shine for glory!
On the Sidelines
by Rick Rucker
On the sidelines do you stand,
When you should grab Life by the Hand?
Are you a participant,
Or do you say, "No, I really can't?"
If you leave living 'til too late,
Will you start at the Pearly Gate?
Will St. Peter just say "Tsk'"
Because you never took a risk?
Did you never take a fall,
'Cause you were afraid to risk it all?
I don't think you're really Living,
Life gives back but what you're Giving!