Short Readying Poems
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under the weight of you
I pull in my wings
and rest . . .
until the rolling intensity
of tumbling necessity –
unable to restrain
spreading wings readying
for
flight
MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
IT AINT EVEN THANKSGIVING YET
AND EVERYONE'S FULL OF CHEER
BE WISE WHEN HAPPY
PEOPLE LIKE TO MAKE
MESS OF YOUR MOOD
MERRY CHRISTMAS
SANTA CLAUS IS READYING UP
HE'LL BE HERE SOON
Buried in the shadows,
hiding at night
Valor pierced and left to bleed,
hemorrhaging with fright
Fangs exposed and deadly,
searing from within
Readying to pounce and strike
—vengeance to begin
(The New Room: March, 2021)
At the top of the garden
A sanctuary hidden
The old hen house is converted to
A potting shed
Stone floor, a window, a door
Your secret bolt hole
Nurturing beloved seedlings
Readying them for planting
While you order those thoughts that beset you -
in moments when unfocused is our gaze
yet our attention is animated
the veil of space thins wherein if we laze
with no agenda by presence stated
the pulsations of bliss unabated
positions us in peace tranquil and deep
readying us for a consciousness leap
Early morning visitor
Adding treats and treasures
Sweet surprises in store
Tempting young ones
Eating candy before cereal
Readying for the day ahead
Baskets overflowing
Unable to hold any more
No more eggs will fit
Nineteen is the limit
Young voices giggle
I planted my seeds
I tilled the soil plot
Removed skin layers
Unlocked all my locks
I created new friends
I lost some old ones
Prayer and faith remain
God’s working in the dark
Do I celebrate early?
I pray to control pride
True hope should not jinx it
Readying His miracle
Seasons
By: Tom Wright
9-10-2019
Spring is the preferred time,
for daydreams to appear.
When Summer comes along,
these dreams often sear.
But Fall is readying itself,
to exhibit sudden change.
A precursor to Winter, the blahs,
and a Christmas gift exchange.
Nearing river’s edge;
My thoughts began to wander,
As brooding clouds formed --
In a once indigo sky,
There the hunter stood…
Yes, the archer and his hounds
Readying his bow
He implored twins Gemini
“Chase the bull ‘cross Milky Way“…
(Just a star gazers dream)
cool heat suffuses palms and soles of feet
readying us here on earth for action
poised in the void, we follow love’s bliss beat
as God weaves magic that soul gains traction
with boons of grace we feel satisfaction
a secret between God and us alone
as heart lotus blooms; living light full blown
there is always a quandary when there is an active volcano
how far will the lava spew?
should we leave our home?
how would we prevent looters?
Should we leave the state?
What would we take?
Will the roads already be filled with unmoving cars?
Readying your family for a disaster is always tricky.
What are the attributes of a Christian fellowship.? What does your Church
Act in.? Do you have a head.? And the
Tail.? Healing, tongues, wisdom that will
Not fail.' Genuine instruction with only God
As leader and King.' Is humbleness prized?
In this time of deception, are you readying
His bride.?
pitcher
cool, cocky
examining, taunting, throwing
batter1, batter2, pinchhitter, batter3
readying, waiting, swinging
ready, missed
catcher
I had big plans today
so far, I have accomplished none of them.
I hope to do a better job tomorrow.
Going on a six-hour trip interstate to interstate.
driving from Kansas City to Iowa City to see my twin sister.
The ultimate goal is to celebrate our 73rd birthday together.
I am resting up today, readying myself for this horrific car ride.
Wondrous
Blest Spring bursts out
Glowing h o p e radiance
To showcase buds for blossoms’ bliss
Now readying earth toward new life sprouts
Midst welcome chorale of song birds
Praising GOD* Who starts all
Great beginnings
Wondrous.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
January 21, 2023
The clouds roll in, the sky gets dark,
The trees sway to and fro
And thunder rumbles, getting set
For Nature's rainstorm show.
Of course the timing coincides
With readying the grill
But if I have to barbecue
While rain pours down, I will.
The burgers and the dogs deserve
A charcoal bed below
So I'll attempt with all my might
To see that it is so.
I dream of reliving my heart’s past fall.
To marry again and bear the long haul.
I long to long.
To sing that song.
One day I will lock in the courage.
One day photos will find the fridge.
For now I must simply yield to stall.
Readying my boat before the waterfall.
I dry-run this until my skin peels off.
I pray I will be ready for takeoff.
I learn from outside the box,
Nothing like a paradox.
The color I invite,
Is more black and white.
My readying may not be the best,
At least, I can digest.
My life, I'd like to simplify,
As long as I don't have to testify.
MY social life could be better,
At least I 'm not in the gutter.
I know this should be somewhat formal,
But that's what I am, abnormal.
The house, it is quiet this cold winter morning
The heat, set real low, to about sixty eight
The dog, she whimpers, needing to go out
And I, readying for work, cannot show up late
The kids, looking cozy and warm in their beds
The wife, in warm repose this cold early morn
The house, seems to be alive within its quiet
As I, off to work, leave from the bosom of home
Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate
they were tracking you.
Trespassing the epochs
you want to go back in stone age
to retrace the steps
of a homeless sapience.
In the brown desert of high hunches
you were treading haltingly
hounded by rivals,
utterly unethical.
You drew a circle
without a center,
readying for a guillotine.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
The distant touch of an ocean breeze
Softly caresses an eager awareness
A tease upon the tip of the tongue
The silence of a now idle flag
Inhaling the heaviness of the moment
Readying itself for the coolness of her kiss
Savoring the humid aroma of its nearness
Succumbing to the Summer’s humid need
//Nette Onclaud sponsor, LET IT RAIN Poetry Contest//
©1/18/2026
On leaf strewn woodland floors,
Autumn's raiments lie.
Adorning where they quietly fell,
From grey autumnal skies.
A pale sun, now weak and low
As autumn winds gust and blow,
Frenetic bursts of swirling leaves,
Dance amongst the naked trees.
Silent are the woods,
Readying for winter now.
To sleep, through the long cold days
As autumn takes her final bow.
BE
Wake up on bright summer morns
When birds chirp and gentle breeze sings
See the sun readying it's gun
Hoping to shoot bare skins
Till they bleed heavy beads of sweat.
Be.
Live at ease like blossoming flowers
But shield your nectars from that fiery ball's reach
Make lemonade with life's lemons every hour
Yet surf difficult waves as expert sea birds do.
FORM:The Frugalist
An Autumn rain teases the roses
Splashes within cupped petals
Challenges the lone bumble bee
To pollinate the late bloomers
Chipmunks grapple with wet acorns
Leaf armadas ride the rapids
A lone goose questions its choice
Children know what the puddle’s for
October hides behind next Sunday
Readying its cornstalk mazes
Spicing up its pumpkin-ness
Adding its scents to Fall’s colors
Through the corridors of bare trees,
I can see caramel colored fields
Shimmering in the sun
I stand on green grass, left-over from summer
Before, I walk on the crunching puddles
Already frozen with ice
I am in the middle of the seasons
That are saying goodbye and hello
Readying for a long winter walk
Through many passages of time
With so far to go
Heidi Sands
11/23/19