Short Progresses Poems
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The sun rises, a glorious dawn,
The day progresses, it always will,
Too soon the warmth begins to wane,
The Moon now rises to end the day,
The eternal cycle never changing,
All Creation enjoying a blessing.
So here in early April
snow lays on the ground.
Flakes are flying in the air,
they're everywhere to be found.
And as the day progresses on
thunderstorms will enter in,
this mix of spring and winter
as the spring time begins.
CRAP SHOOT
Take your chance, random.
No worry: sure, to click once.
‘But,’ If’ or ‘Perhaps’
events roll, life progresses.
Probability makes way.
05/04/19
'THE CRAP SHOOT ' Contest by John Lawless.
Peacefully playful he pleasantly progresses
Wistfully wishful she whispers sweet willingness
Mystically mindful he mesmerized motionless
Lustfully lying she lavishes loveliness
Together they create triumphant tenderness
(In Dactyllic Tetrameter)
4/27/2016
This day soars, refreshingly
Floating in umber modesty
Mewling boisterously, in jollity
While, harvest colors blink
Tragically in shades of pink
Afternoon progresses in happiness
From there on, the evening moon
Shines in bright, yellow incandesce
As nightfall settles over sky festoon
Our linguistic limbs sulk as the
dreary day progresses.
It begs and aches for more pain
for it's grown accustomed.
The longing and desire that lingers
within the blood pulsating
As each day marches forth,
A feeling of hate submerges and
dominates the emotion sulking
back
Toward the dark core we now possess.
Everyone is born a pedestrian
progresses as a big fleshy toad
lives as an edible sweet cookie
ends life as broken wheelbarrow
Dear human, be not proud then
Invincible power is puppeteer
every human is a comedy puppet
living in theater of broken promises
Let your eyes see your back
surely you discover who you are
a portrait begins of wondrous things
crescent moons and love songs sang
painted in every colorful hue
all the colors of a love that's new
time progresses, lyrics slow
hues turn darker losing the glow
love comes down to black and white
your heart gone, mine unrequited
and when the portrait is finally through
it is only done in deepest blues
The story began
As stories do,
With time
Still in once.
Tale progresses
Spindle un-spun
Ball on the left
Butting toes
Fleece on the right
Tangled fingers
In the middle
A life
You.
Tale finished
Spindle un-spun
Ball on the left
Butting toes
Fleece on the right
Tangled fingers
In the middle
A death
You.
Jealousy and envy differs;
Jealousy is mild;
Envy is wild.
Jealousy may not be seen;
Envy is a sin.
Jealousy progresses;
Envy regresses.
Jealousy is suppressive;
Envy is expressive.
Jealousy admires;
Envy conspires.
Jealousy imitates;
Envy eliminates.
Jealousy wishes to heal;
Envy wishes to kill.
The squawk of the geese high above
Southward bound to another love
Now misty and chilly comes the breeze
My lost seasons of time are teased
Twisting the first autumn leaves about
Entangles my thoughts into doubt
Watching the children grow and leave
Are cordial captions for all achieved
I'm the changing season progresses
Into dimensional time transgresses
The sun rises
Its colours aglow
Warming the love within
But you don't know
The day progresses
The sun warms my soul
Thinking of you
Makes me feel whole
Evening approaches
Getting chilly outside
But am warm within
With you by my side
You have no idea
Just how I feel
Your another girls man
I can never steal.
Sunset is here,
More colours aglow
Wish I didn't love you
You'll never know
I saw you walking down the street today
And thought about your life
I really have no idea who you are
Nor how you spend your time
I sent a little prayer your way
In hopes that you will find
What gives me strength throughout my day
The saving grace of Jesus Christ
Then as your day progresses
And you pass someone new
You can give to them the same blessing
That I just gave to you
Yonder stands the house with a thousand rooms
See it from afar before darkness looms
It stands forever as we measure time
One second ends forever at the chime
Take pleasure in each room for what it brings
Move to the next before the buzzer rings
As life progresses roughly door to door
Take heart that there's at least one second more
2-1-20
Contest: The Meld Of Muses
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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The brightest flame throws
the heaviest of shadows
trailing at your feet—
binding sorrow's fierce burden
to chains around your ankles
As day progresses,
your wishes stretch further out—
snaring the shadows
in the sharp thorns of regret
tearing with every movement
Yet shadows bear proof
that you rose up, defiant,
making your stance clear,
bearing the wild wrath of fire—
burning until night descends
"Men are governed by lines of intellect,
women by curves of emotion" *
or
might I have it incorrect
and really mean to say
that
men are governed by women's curves,
and women by men's lines.
© Goode Guy 2011-06-17
* misquote of James Joyce actually from
Oscar Wilde's "An Ideal Husband" -
"A woman's life revolves in curves of emotions.
It is upon lines of intellect that a man's life progresses."
VAPOURS OF INTENTION
Love
art and morale
pending
till reality bites
destroying all
vapours of
intention
Hope
in the root
grows as the
creative course
progresses
to reach lost
vapours of
intention
Faith
restored at our
artistic best
when denied
our way
compensating
for that void
realizing
cultivating
talented
capacities
igniting
vapours of
intention
© Kim van Breda
Deep inside the silent forest
trees stand erect saluting the amber sun
a waterfall cascades upon an outcrop of rock
fine mist fills the surrounding air
a small pond formed at the bottom
while free floating water lilies wave
the babbling brook progresses down
following the shallow bedded rock
devoid of all human contact until
two lovers found their way
carving their names upon the tree
knowing it would stay for all eternity.
Life is a kinetic power in the daily management
At the level of breathing layer,
life progresses towards eternity
Beliefs show dreams,
bring firmness to the rhythm of life
Life is one of the carriers to death
but the death comes not to stop life
rather, to think an opposite way of stopping
That's why
people are apathetic even after seeing thousands of deaths
and waiting for the next day's sunrise
-24.08.2020 Chattogram
Books
Word upon word, page upon page, chapter by chapter.
Magic worlds uncovered to the readers eye.
The spell held together by it’s binding.
There could be fairies, or vampires, werewolves, or dolphins.
So many possibilities, so many enduring hardships.
Conflict, always conflict.
As the story progresses and the end is in sight.
You guess the end before it’s time.
Either happy or sad, sometimes evil prevails thus we create a
Sequal.
You affect me in ways unknown.
You weren't lying when you said that you come back strong!
My head is spinning and i'm in a daze,
As time progresses i'm continually amazed.
The sound of your voice and the pounding of your heart,
Takes me back to the very start!!
The passion in your heart, the love in your eyes,
If it takes as million, I will give a gazillion tries.
I will always love you, and this you know.
Don't ever give up, don't ever let me go!!
Birth of a new child
Brings joy to the world
A new beginning
A circle of hope
No beginning and no end
You learn to talk
Then told to be quiet
You learn to walk
Only to be pushed about for miles
You learn to use your hands
To its enth degree
But told don’t touch
unless it belongs to thee.
This is how your life progresses
You learn but told not to do
there is one word
that cocks a snoot at us all
It’s used with fear
yet welcomed by some
Death……………
Sound of the clock escalates louder,
The fly is becoming my main interest.
Lost and loaded, no trace of powder,
Anxiety wreck I detest.
Memories flaunt in my head,
The wings flap a bit harder.
Ticking progresses and hits dead,
frozen to be slaughtered.
Eyes don't hesitate to not blink,
Images are blurred.
Don't bother to think,
All this from one word.
Soliloquy moment that questions my sane,
Smiling to realize that words your name.
Who are the winners of change
The inevitable evolution of life
Technology progresses
Tastes flirt with trends
The world advances
But do we
Preparation, intuition or foresight
Can ensure success
The ability to stay afloat
But are we better for it
Maybe
An old man laments a simpler time
But isn’t youth in hindsight
Always sweeter, no matter the era
I wonder
Who are the winners of change
I’m not really sure
Perhaps, just those who can
Embrace it
12/27/17
Mariachi beats are unmistakably Mexican, sassy as salsa
Hot and spicy, the sombrero on the floor hops up and down
Carnival dance battle begins with the traditional janabe tapatio
Crowd marvels at the precision of the couple’s moves
Courtship unveiled as the dance progresses, he is pursuing
His efforts refused at first, her China Poblana dress flaring
Female dancer finally accepts his advances, her handsome man
He gives the crowd a happy wave, showing off his charro suit.