Short Pastimes Poems

Hopscotch
with whip and top
or marbles and five stones-
pastimes lost now in memory's
chasm....

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Why are days looking like endless lifetimes,
Mistimes of pastimes...

As all I have is a mortal heart...
Foretime the thwart, an impart....

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ME a pleiades
Mea culpa, hands up
My fault I do confess
Many my obsessions-
Mainly pastimes,hobbies
Mostly my endeavours
Matters of memory
Made into poetry...

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FORTIES PLAYTIME

Hopscotch
with whip and top
or marbles and five stones-
pastimes lost now in memory's
chasm.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007...

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Making people giggle is a pastime of mine
Have had many pastimes, too many to define
My memory's quite shot
Never change my socks
Got no people friends but wee animals are fine...

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Making people giggle is a pastime of mine
Have had many pastimes, too many to define
My memory's quite shot
Never change my socks
Got no people friends but wee animals are fine...

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Making people giggle is a pastime of mine
Have had many pastimes, too many to define
My memory's quite shot
Never change my socks
Got no people friends but wee animals are fine...

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Star Fairy

Not found in dim pastimes of the hopeful, 
nor water, or mellow adventure.
Your essence is a  rose
turned toward the sun.
Your magic, a free line drawn
from heart, to rainbow,
to living echo.

 7/22/2015
 For Andrea's Shweet Contest...

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Joyce 

Joyce is an adventurer.
One of her favorite pastimes is exploring nature.
Yet she still finds time to do some crafting, too.
Cooking is another of her joys.
Every Friday she helps a sick friend with her store.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 30, 2010

Poetic form: Name...

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CONVENTIONS
fastidious
  pastimes
yearnings
  for
  emotional
reactions
weaving
  apprehension
for
  pleasure
&
to encourage
freedom
 &
  frivolity
in
dreamlike
  significance
simulating
  feelings
of reality
in
a world
of
  continued
brilliance
with
possibilities
in
 breathless
tenets
naturally
  enforced...

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Sipping sodas with my sweetie,				
  Strolling with him hand in hand,
  In the warmth of summer evenings
  Listening to our favorite band.
  
  We would linger in the moonlight
  Out on the porch at my front door.
  When I said, “ I must go in now.”
  He would  whisper, “One kiss more.”

  The sweetest time I’ll ever know
  That summer of the long ago.
  ....

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crawling through tall green grass
making miles of tunnels
in fields all around

a lake, the yearly rain makes
floating on rafts
crafted from grandpa's woodpile

hot brown hills of slick dry grass
slid and sped down
in cardboard boxes

old knotted oak tree
climb up like a ladder
jump into leaves piled high

acorns falling
my childhood pastimes
wonderful memories of home...

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Feeling trapped and alone
Fed up of being home
No one listens anymore
I feel like such a bore

All I do is nag
I need a punching bag
Constant reminders
Where's our silver liner?

Half finished jobs
Me and my big gob
Courses to finish
I can see you grimace

It wasn't meant to be like this
I envisaged bliss
Reminiscing the good times
Longing for our pastimes...

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Poignant and manifest,time lapsed
moods become pastimes joined in
silence.Intuitive,held together ,irregular
emotive.Imprecise associations make
extraordinary leaps into consciousness
obscuring reality.

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Small Ramada vacation time
Unutterable sundowns
Mid-solar dawns early sun rise
Many moderate new moons
Ethereal dawns
Respective solid solstices
Thermally heated topical formulations
Idle pastimes individual heated
Many bright days
Early cool daylight heated evening nights

7/13/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020...

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As we travel at the speed of sound
searching for something profound

our soul unbound and love is unfound
it is a miracle that we are still around

the speed of love too slow to measure
pastimes and guilty pleasures

we walk at the speed of life through the fire
we hope,dream,and desire

we all are moving forward at one speed at a time
we move fast, slow, or sometimes not at all, but we all move...

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It's time for me to change
People repeat their pastimes
And make the same promise each year
But it's time for ME to change

For that I must arrange
My goals in a smarter way
They must always stay:
  Specific
  Measurable
  Attainable
  Realistic
  Tangible
In order for me to change 

Happy new year, I hear quite oft
It won't be happy until I make it so
My actions will determine the year
This time my efforts will show...

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Summer Hat

Rose stitched onto a summer hat
Braided with love 
Hung upon a wall
Overhead grandma’s twin sized bed
Alongside her church dress
Burnt orange 
Long sleeved
Hemmed below the knee 
Clear pear shaped crystals along  its neckline

Good folk come around bedtime 
Conversing over old pastimes 
Words get through her head when she sleeps 
A song through the lips
A peck on the cheek



Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/11/19...

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not...
hmmm'ing andt
yawnnn'ing......
but concerns be
as navigated so
it's up and to it
with a mind-set
to be an oar-knot
that questions the
weather.....that be
colder in pastimes
such that.....these
possible rain-days
may end the snow
andt...t'is better to
shelve both shovel
and boots.....to go
to that spring-melt
waterfall......where
the one andt...only
real good fishing
spot where deep
lines mean fresh
fish  for the bbq

stan sands dust...

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I am walking around outside,
With nothing on,
No radio, no television, they subside
Even the puter is gone.

Such a wonderful feeling,
To feel so free,
The cool breeze blowing,
Whistling through ……… the tree.

You should come join me,
And see what it’s like,
Then just maybe,
I’ll let you ride my bike.

But until then,
I’ll enjoy it alone,
And remember when,
A better life was known

Days of the past,
Such joyous times,
I wish they could last,
Such great pastimes....

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In memories that i hold dear,
As callow youth unfazed by fear.
Those carefree days so long ago,
My leap of faith, rash bravado
Emboldened by the atmosphere.

A photograph, my souvenir 
A silhouette from yesteryear.
Recalling twilights sunset glow.
In memories.

As i look back, pastimes seem clear.
In thoughts once more i do appear,
Free falling to the waves below.
Exhilarating feelings flow
As voices from the cliff top cheer.
In memories.

Picture number 3.

8/ 15/ 2018....

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