HEARD IN WHITE HOUSE HALLS
IRAN HAS US BY THE BALLS
TRUMP HEARING CAT CALLS
Holding on to me too tightly
Having you cling to me closely
Helping you not to tightly squeeze
Hoping you would let me breathe.
Squeeze Play
The sun and the moon.
They play their tune.
As we dance along.
Thinking we know the song.
But the rhythm changes.
As the days estrange us.
We try to keep time.
With what's left to rhyme.
Our senses pay expenses.
With heart felt defenses.
Not knowing the cost.
Of what's left and what's lost.
Hope and faith get's misconstrued.
When good intentions become crude.
And we are left with nothing to say.
As life works out it's last squeeze play.
This is a heart touching moment of sad farewell
To my dear old dad at too younge an age
He was sixty-seven, I was a younge eighteen
Last moment we touched, he squeezed my hand
I fought back my tears as best I could
It was no use, last moment we touched, I cried
It was the last breath of my dad's heart!
The Friday that is here today
was here yesterday, of course.
That's what getting older seems to be, to do:
today was yesterday
was the day before
and before.
It's my weekly washday today -
weekly, but was here yesterday,
or so it appears.
Always appears to be.
Yes, so it seems,
and seems.
Time is a concertina.
Friday was a week from Friday,
then three or four days
before those days closed in,
closed in, closer and closer.
A concertina can squeal and whine.
(21 Oct 2023)
I felt you pick my hands and squeeze them tight
And smother them with kisses mixed with tears,
Then words exclaimed with grief came to my ears--
All sweet, all good, and all devoid of spite.
Somehow I felt your anguish and your pain,
So I spoke up to try to comfort you;
But then I found my words could not get through,
And things were just occurring in my brain.
You brushed my hair and bent to kiss my lips;
For the last time you whispered you loved me;
Then you arranged my hands across my chest.
I sensed all these before I came to grips
With where I was and the reality
That I was to be laid down to my rest.
April 5, 2023
I Died Poety Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
in a darkened cinema
she squeezed my hand
while next to her
he munched popcorn – oblivious
she wanted to show me
she was mine not his
if i wanted
confused and unsure
i froze
fact was
he turned out to be no good for her
or she him
sometimes
i wish
then I think not
a squeeze is an ask
there is no question attached
- until later
Squeeze into the crowd
For snatching the right bargain
Early bird catches the worm
Squeeze into the crowd
For Chinese kung fu acting
Selling magic medicated oil
One day the crowd becomes diminishing
With SOP
Another day it starts to grow again
When people become careless
With the opening of the borders
It will grow further and further
The scenery, the food, the shopping delight
All will draw them closer and closer
The crowd becomes bigger and bigger
Surely not only a sign of prosperity
But also a sign of danger
As crowding means no distancing
Not encouraged in SOP
Sometimes we have to interpret a situation with wisdom
Life is totally different today
A lot of things carry double meanings
And so goes the prayer
Dear friends
Please don't ever let me down
squeeze of fresh orange
sundive into the ocean
horizon to shore
olympic hotshot’s fleet swim
tenderfoot sails through the shine
7/28/2021
Bite Size Poem no15
Sponsor ~ Line Gauthier
frugal one squeeze roll
toothpaste tube last fate fold love-
your origami
Do you believe in constitution?
Do you believe in law?
Do you believe in court system?
What are your rules?
What do you want?
You want to squeeze me out
You want to break me down
You want to finish me off
You want to make me ill
Mr Proxy war Raja just chill.
She opened up my back
& stuffed me with things like
Affection and reassurance.
The value of things often taken
For granted.
Things I am reminded of every time
She hugs me & squeezes me tight.
She opened up my back and gave me
Things I cannot forget.
The fights, the small disagreements
That made her feel alone.
All of the things she told me while
We were alone, how she felt
How tight she’d hold me before
Falling fast asleep without notice.
Her secret hiding place at the foot of
The bed,
Revealing a side of me I didn’t know
Existed.
With every snatch of Velcro
My heart grew.
Weighted full of words I couldn’t
Begin to express.
Every time she walked in the room
I lit up & smiled,
Ears standing straight up.
If she squeezed hard enough
All of that weight shifted
& all the words I couldn’t say
Sums themselves up,
I love you
First female Pres faced one awful hurdle
Intimidated, her brave lips curdled
She twisted and she squirmed
Met resistance too firm
No way she could slip into that girdle
Night sky is splashed with glitter,
As I lie on my back in the desert sand
Reminiscing this is where we first met
This is where I once held your hand.
The icy wind blows cutting deep in my bones
is it you or is it me I am wondering,
Which one of us has to take the blame
Of these mean cold vibes initiating
I take a handful of sand in my fist
Helplessly see the time slip
Just as the sand slips out
Even as I try to tighten my grip
When did we drift apart exactly
When did our love perish
That we turned deaf to each other's
Sounds of anguish
I write in the sand and watch
as the wind wipes it clean
Lets find that old love to start afresh
And wipe the slate clean
And There are thousands more wishes
than my few left breaths could fulfill
I know it is autumn of our lives
Lets squeeze some old love in the chill
With my absorbency nature
I take in freely God’s flowing grace
Accumulating with abundance from Christ’s compassion*-store
Optimizing the Saviour’s goodness as I’m soaked in His mercy-grants.
Midst my squeezable trait
I give kindness with whole earnestness
Loading out forgiveness with forbearance-cheer
Maximizing offered provisions up to the last drip’s supply.
In my partnership with the Lord’s hand
I can cleanse, wash, and sanitize:
sanctifying the defiled, transforming with righteousness
pardoning iniquities, beautifying midst gentleness’ long suffering.
By my willingness, never reluctant
I’m ready to be emptied, accomplishing my designed fulfillment…
Thus, keep me showing my true worth of precious value
As you exercise your loving power over me with all your best and utmost.
*Psalm 86:15 But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth.
November 9, 2019
2nd place, "Metaphor of Love" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 11/12/2019.
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