A chill wind snatches his thoughts away.
Arctic crocodiles slip up and down his spine.
There was a time
when deep winter walking was a brisk challenge,
but that younger man
is now, way ahead of him,
from far away he can hear a faint whistling.
Top of a small hill, he pauses, puff and spittle,
some nasal dripping. Ear-bells singing - warning,
his eyes slowly clearing.
He thinks about rags on stilts,
laughs at the thought that he can now
really scare crows.
Shh, surrender silent sorrows.
Subconsciously slip into stillness,
sedately surrounded in serenity's song.
Slumber satisfied, slithering softly between
silky soap scented sanitized sheets.
Soak up summaries of summers spent splashing at
seashores, sandles sifting through salt scented sand,
as sapphire skies shine splendidly.
Scores of silver seagulls soar stunningly
above saltwater seaweed scenery.
Suddenly snorkeling with seahorses,
you somehow become the studied subject.
Swimming in submarine schools, scarcely secluded,
you become someone's significant someone.
Spryly spinning synchronously side by side
someone special, sprinkled in sentimentality,
speaking shrouded sounds,
you shift seamlessly into sound sleep.
"Speak some sense slower," some seahorse shrieks.
Sensibly speak shrouded sounds slower, softer,
so she can sleep sometime soon.
2/9/2020
While on tree became a grower;
Seemed to be slower and slower,
And a big pain;
Constant strain;
In middle found a whistle blower.
Do remember when on me dawned,
Trump appeared to be far beyond,
We believe;
Pity receive;
All our thoughts he did abscond.
So all of my poems how is this?
And object of them you did miss;
Stuck up far;
Obscure scar;
Thought I had been a big priss.
How ironic had been our intent;
Many ways may mind be bent;
Then in town;
Upside down;
So this stupid poem we sent.
Start Sailing Slower Surely Soon
Should start sailing slower surely soon;
Mind melded making magnificent moon;
Chanted charade;
Constant cavalcade;
Then think that tremendous turned the tune.
You can turn into all sorts of things
that will include a tremendous tune.
Jim Horn
Landscapes roll before me,
Like carpets of a king;
Lush and green the towering wood, the verdant hills,
The robin's song, all prophets of the spring.
Pastures sweep and dip and spill
into a babbling brook;
Where mellow cattle graze and nod,
How nonchalant they look.
March 24, 2017
A little slower why don't we
To listen, to see and to feel
If only to truly ever be
What it means to be truly real
We do things expectantly for...
Whether a self or everyone else
Might we unexpectedly adore
The nature of all things without a tell?
What do we need... satisfied?
Why do we need to satisfy?
I was satisfied but my thrill died
And I satisfy onto but why?
Is it for a place in the world?
For the confines of the imagined world adhere
Do you play a part for your world you hurl?
When too far are we all to feel too near...
If it only takes to ever truly be
We are all unreal to only be real
Ever slower why don't we
To listen, to see and to feel
Still clinging onto the hangover of colonialism
with mental independence weighed to a pathetic size of almost zero.
You are a beautiful woman, yet low esteemed like a barbaric savage.
You are contented with pain because of the availability of opiods.
You constantly shuttle in this nonsense
with the thought you are caressed by time.
Greed and a constant tussle of power and selfishness drag you behind
with foundation-less systems where corruption is the institution.
Civilization seem to marry your ideology by accident
dragging the feet of developments to the point it becomes stranded.
An entire region not in a good shape,
so timid and flawed indicated by its unspoken glances
degraded so low that an ordinary monkey intimidates an elephant
having the substance but lacking the direction
like an affluent clueless man when alive
but dead and buried within his possessions.
Despite the persistent surge of prosperity both from the west and the east
you take a small step in decades with the belief
that such laxity is just a naughty spot.
You may be moving, but much slower than a dying millipede.
Here I lie watching clouds roll by
It's now a big blur, can't focus my eyes
Life used to be slower
We were rolling in clover
Took time to enjoy it as the years passed us by
© Jack Ellison 2015
Again, you ain’t got the rockin’ time
To shake my waist jiggling a move
Between the thrill that leads to you
And a summer lost from faraway grooves.
Boy, again those hazed gigs roll and subdue
Our desire touching night’s rhyme.
When that leather skin comes along
My soul falters with a yearning ,raw
Raw in toasted coals of primal heat
Only to caress me quick, oh hours withdraw.
Again, ain't got time to rock me complete;
Roll slower, my boy, we can’t go wrong
These beating ticks, time cannot rent,
Come, roll slower in love’s mood , content.
Inspired by The Guess Who’s song, ‘ No Time’ (70s)
'No time left for you
Distant roads are calling me'
Kelly Deschler's I Love Rock and Roll
11/22/2014
When we first met our eyes were wide,
We were both looking for a need inside.
Our lives were at a crossroad,
With each of us carrying a different load.
We found ourselves with a gift from above,
I knew and you knew he would need a lot of love.
Not yet knowing each others tendencies,
We rushed in and paid our marriage fees.
With each passing day, month, and year,
Little things about each of us brought on a little fear.
Two gifts later and a lot of good times and bad,
There was a since of wanting more than what you had.
Call it security, call it provision, call it what you will,
It all came down to me not being able to provide it still.
I longed in my heart to go back and start slower,
But we all know that there is no going back over.
I did love you but now I am confused if I still do,
But I want you to be happy and find that security you want too.
I just hope and pray that you don’t rush to fill a hole with loose soil,
Because when the storms hit again the ground will crumble and spoil.
Not for my sake but for the gifts from above,
Please go slower this time to try and find love.
We are experts at the dance of drawing near
And you lift your hand, as though my hand to touch;
I approach this lovely dance with lingering fear,
For I simply cannot swing into this trust.
You are expert at the dance of drawing near,
Yet I fear to take your hand, t'would be too much;
I wonder what we call this uncertain dance,
These fancy moves we memorize, then enhance.
I approach this lovely dance with lingering fear
And you lift your hand, as though my hand to touch;
We are experts of the dance of drawing near,
But I simply cannot swing into this trust.
I pull away, turn aside, and face the back;
This disturbing slide revealing that which lacks.
The rush of the music
the beat of my soul
I have the voice
I need the sound
It takes two minds to complete a masterpiece
My poems have the words
I only need the tune to complete it
Write me a song
and I'll be yours forever
Speed
Is a foreign concept
In the cool mountain air
As patience and observance
Take their rightful place
In the slower pace of
Enjoyment
My mind is
Moving rolling
Soaring
Moving faster
Slower to my thoughts
My mind is on this
Winding track that is…
Link by kink
Growing faster
Slower to my thoughts
My mind is on fast-forward
While my heart is on rewind
My mind
Fanatically oppressed
Dramatic to heart
Systematic to life
And this track is…
Bar by bar
Swelling faster
Slower to my thoughts
Drawing a circle
Stroke by stroke
It closes in
Bringing my mind
To this…
Word by word
Flowing faster
Slower to my thoughts
My speech is jagged
Thick and cracked
Lacking the smooth continuity
Melodic
Symbolic message
Because my mind is getting away
On this…
Running faster slower to my thoughts
I can’t function
Because my brain
Is filled with the essence of the world, me, you, me
I can’t function
Because my mind, forever
Moving
Rolling
Soaring
Is on this…