Short Til Poems
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Yesterday
bears the weight of the past
but sees not the hope of
Tomorrow
4.12.20
Let the Pens Flow contest
Jenish Somadas
I could never argue that it all failed.
Finding where we fell.
Seeing the bottom of this pit,
Knowing
With what we have left
It's the last drop of water in the well.
There once was a Boricua who’d sigh,
At a till just strolling on by.
At the party, coquito,
Blasting salsa and Tito,
She’d yell, “It’s ’til-get it right or goodbye!”
The cloud then the SUN
Runs to and fro and then TIME
Ticks the trick's the TOCK!
VBR Black Panther! Jet Blackest
Answerer! Malik Rogers Mali Mali Mali!
Meeting.
Soaked souls in wine.
Dizzy, tingling hearts fall behind.
Our moment's trump all else; rebuilds lost time.
Ignite, our connection is flint.
We dance 'til dawn.
Meeting.
Contest: Let's Do It
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Poem written 08/11/26
I came alive when we met.
You were energized with life.
Your love gave new life to me.
Me, you, life, and love.
are long shadows
the babes of dawn
or are they the
lingering guardians
of the night
who shrink to sticks
in the midday sun
only to return at
the doorstep of dusk -
long once more
then gone 'til dawn
You know how much I love you
I've told you many times
In many different formats
In music and in rhymes
The question never whether
The answer was I do
And that love will not sever
Until my days are through
Joy
sharing
feelings of
love honestly
pleasing each other
partners in life
until death
brings one
Grief
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 20, 2012
For Ninette contest (Joann Grisetti)
Second place
It won’t be til Wednesday
When I next see you
I can hardly go to sleep tonight
Knowing that when I wake
It will only be Tuesday
It’s torture, you know?
I live my life for you now
Because, honestly
What else have I got?
Form:
Tiles of remembrance of classes
long past, replacing blankness
painted handprints and colors and smiles
spanning the length of the ceiling, forever
reserved for the posterity of wandering eyes.
How glorious the sunset! Our days unforgotten!
Seems like every season,
No matter how hard I try;
Christmas escapes me once again,
All within the blink of an eye
Each month slowly lingers,
How I'll miss that holiday cheer;
The road to Christmas is forever,
Forever is all but a year...
My parents have been gone
for many, many years
but it was always they
who wiped away my tears,
held me close in their arms
and allayed all my fears !
Now that I am older,
seeing them again now nears...
I pray to them each night...
who knows what an Angel hears !
Nautilus, chambered.
Mathematics? Not really.
By nature only.
Smells more like…
Ah…normal distribution
(Of golden spirals).
You could look it up.
FIBONACCI? Not really.
Logarithmic coil?
Not exactly. Else
One or the other would fit.
Only nature fits.
Wait til winter comes
I’ll be bundled in velvet again
And softer than you’ve ever seen me
If my eyes are watering
The wind will wipe it away
And if I shiver uncontrollably
A cozy blanket of frost
Will surely wrap me in its warmth
You never held me like the wind does
You never even tried
Form:
She stumbled amid her pantries
so forlorn
A jar of pickles; perhaps a can
of corn
Debating with herself on and on
til early morn
Whereupon the dilemma faded instantly ~
her new baby born
flamingoes on one foot balance
talent like monkeys on bongos
playin' clarinets are baboons
raccoons a-hootin’ and a-swayin'
lions on slide-trombones
headphones catch them cryin’
giraffes a-bangin' chimes
Times of L.A. laid off its staff
I woke up at three a.m.
Some call it the witching hour.
I call it the imagination hour.
I felt like something was happening, so I looked outside.
Saw Peter Pan and Wendy heading to the second star to the right.
“Straight on ‘til morning” a voice said in my head.
It was more than enough to make my night fabulous!
Don't be take aback
By how I chop and hack
It's hideous indeed
How they continue to breed
You won't do it in this lifetime
It's much to difficult to rid yourself of the dirt & grime
No more, don't go on
Sick of it, you yawn
How it ends
Life twists and bends
Folds back to the beginning
Just so you can go on grinning
Form:
Feeling the breeze of your breath caressing me.
I stand at attention of your every need.
All that I yearn is to be your desire,
trapped inside of ecstasy.
Wanting and needing you to be a part of me,
no sense of time or place.
My only purpose at this time and space,
is to for fill every thrill that you crave
Until we part to our grave
For awhile many trials are hard to bare, i want to scream when it seems lifes not
being fair. But i know if i go to God in prayer, he'll take hold of my load that he
knows i can't bear. When i keep the faith watch and wait , pray obey and not
hesitate.I know for sure just like he said, his word will be the bread that will keep
me fed.
RIP-NODDING TIL TWO
At dawn’s early light, i’m up and at it.
Mid-morning eyes close in lair, where I sit.
Not merely a wink.
A twenty year blink.
Wake up with cobwebs - Van Winkle’d a bit.
10/5/2017
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rip_Van_Winkle
In the short story, written by Washington Irving, Rip Van Winkle sleeps for twenty years.
'Til death do us part,
T'was my love for you i cherished.
T'was the fire in your heart,
with it i did but parish.
T'was the burning in my chest,
that spread down to my toes.
'Tis love that i do best,
that of which everyone knows.
'Til death do us part,
T'was my love for you i cherished.
You burned a hole through my heart,
when your love was all i wished.
Only ten shopping days ‘til the locusts arrive
What on earth should I buy them
I’ve scoured the stores, and what’s more
Amazon, Tik-Tok and E-bay
But ‘gifts for locusts’ brings up very few items
so I’m conducting a mini-plebiscitum
Asking cockroaches, spiders and scorpions
if I should text ‘em or a love poem write ‘em
Sitting, scanning wedding photos,
God in heaven only knows
why I didn't dump the album,
'once you're bitten,' I suppose.
'Twice you're shy' left questions begging,
missing opportunities,
until I met that special woman
who revived my energies.
Slick and sassy, empathetic,
intellectual and spry,
everything I'd ever hoped for,
love you, Honey, 'til I die!