Short Resuming Poems
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Stars race as
Time in space
Aligning themselves
Inside the solar system
Resuming
Westward
Alluring
Yellow-orange
Twilight
Older
Than
Heaven's
Exuberant
Symmetry
Terrifically
Arranged
Reclaiming
Supremacy
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Linda-Marie's contest,
" Stairway To The Stars "
REALM OF MEMORY
eagerly
resuming
with
nebulous
uninterrupted
inactivity
scarcely
beyond
belief
perspectives
retrieve
newly
discovered
interesting
idylls
of
vanished
rhetoric
now
subdued
tranquil
refuges
up
close
invade
the
quietude
They climbed
resuming the mongrel form,
The twelve.
A catcalling mob
burdened by sympathetic stimulants,
Procured from the neck.
Yippering yowls
break from a youth,
Torn from thick, incongruous lips.
As a pack
they leap onto the quivering metal,
Slender paws slapping on ice.
Ice all round;
leering...over bearing... ungracious ice
To aid their whimpering might.
morning or evening
sun up or sunset
six am or pm
time does not matter
in a restful state
no clock in or clock out
no check in or check out
I open my windows
listen to bird speak
tweeting bird song
lilac’s fragrance wafts in
I smell freshly-cut grass
I am floating down life’s highway
unhurried and unworried
resuming restful retirement
morning and evening
See the lightning,see that flash
Theres it's thunder, theres it's crash
bring it on,bring it on
who'll be the protector
The new resurrector
Resurrecting rules of days gone by
resuming rules that were left to lie.
who'll fix this heaven that you've destroyed.
Remove the demons that you've deployed
Heavens just this Hell away
We are the Meek,it's almost our day
PALLANES
Form:
Fury of the mind
happiness left behind
anger consuming.
Violence in mind,
smiles I can not find
hate resuming.
Thoughts racing
hopes erasing
hands still.
Sharp blade tracing
wrists, hesitating
living with no thrill.
Broken and tattered,
my heart is shattered
I cry and heave.
You always mattered
feelings scattered
please, don't leave.
Rocking back and forth,
my worth
you didn't see,
this is the end of me.
The radio cackles in the night
Tasking patrols to domestics, break-ins and a fight
You listen for your call sign
Whilst the radio continues its grind
Delta 10 a group of youths causing a disturbance
Roger we are on our way our message is sent
Delta 10 we are away
We talk to the youths and send them on their way
Delta 10 we're resuming youths have been moved on
We are back on the air now
Listening to the police radio for know how.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Softly the breeze billows past my outstretched arms,
Silently I reproach myself for inept dues,
Beautiful sceneries encompass breathtaking winds,
Bizarre words flood my all too preoccupied mind,
Vast open spaces belie my rather whimsical temperament,
Verily my solitude is but a temporary wonderment,
Alas my heart craves immaterial placitude,
Although reality dawns too soon on my refuge,
Return I must to my artificial countenance,
Resuming once again to my futile reverence
Like a snap of your fingers,
A tiny reprieve,
Vacations transport you
But then you must leave.
And as you head home
There’s a list to be made
Of things to take care of
And bills to be paid.
Of course, it’s a comfort
Resuming routines
But moments will linger
On internal screens.
You’ll find yourself smiling
Remembering those
You met on your travels
Or places you’d pose.
Away time is lovely
With memories made
Though the life back at home
Isn’t one I would trade.