feelings flood my mind as I speed,
at many thousand miles air flow,
hope is dwindling, would I succeed?
could be a case of touch and go!
white clouds look on quite helplessly,
jittering firefly rumbles low,
left engine smokes perilously,
landing it would be touch and go.
four hundred lives could well be lost,
peaks of mountains covered in snow,
fear and doubt loom, better think fast,
to get across is touch and go!
past the mountains, riding on prayers,
I turn a corner circle slow,
good pilots must be good stayers,
hope in heart but still touch and go.
few miles down, see flickering lights,
runway ahead, bright dots in row,
I slant the wings, ground in my sights,
land!!! Thank God for helping me so!!
Premium contest winner (8)
Written 02/April/2021
This or that Vol 1 contest
Touch and go topic
Edward Ibeh sponsored
8 syllables each line
Categories:
stayers, anxiety, confidence, courage, fate,
Form: Rhyme
THE ETERNAL TRIANGLE
In the arena of love
The crowd await
As they see
The lifting
Of the players gate.
And in they come
Two entrants unknown
And as they meet
Chemicals fly
The betting is born.
The crowd begin
A bet here, a bet there,
Are they stayers, or not
Will they eventually pair?
And then the gate
Opens once more
And the third slowly,
Enters, Sly through the door.
The stakes are raised,
Watchers eyes shine
Lips are licked
Gossips gobble and dine
In the Arena
The crowd await
As they see the closing
Of the players gate.
Categories:
stayers, betrayal, break up, divorce,
Form: Free verse
Stay is such a strong word
Some people are Stayers
Some people are Abandoners
Some people are stuck in-between
What do we call them
Categories:
stayers, confusion, divorce, marriage, moving
Form: Prose
Fate’s feet wait for the moment,
Clinging to a blade of grass,
Like a tick clinging on a loment,
Waiting for the unknowing to pass.
Sometimes as high as the thigh.
More often as low as the toe,
Always seeking the mind’s eye,
With deft wisdom to bestow.
Climbing between layers,
Or simply rambling within view,
Tiny steps of these stayers,
Keep ascending tried and true.
Upward toward the head,
Continuing on the trek,
Pausing at the last thread,
Finally reaching the neck.
Passing over skin,
A slight tickle might be sensed,
Thoughts begin within,
Subtle doubts form against.
A favorite place to hide,
Is just behind the ear,
Allowing proper time to abide,
Until one is finally ready to hear.
Written on 3/12/18 for the contest Fate's Footfalls sponsored by John lawless.
Categories:
stayers, clothes, fate, insect, journey,
Form: Rhyme
=Dawn Raids
A sudden crash awakens the night
The stomping of thundering boots only to serve to heighten fears
Little spot lights are darting across the room
Half naked man bewildered and angry
His castle has been violated by a wall of blue invaders
His is pinned to his bed with a truncheon at his throat
The hysterical women is pleading for mercy
Unaware of their crimes
A singular figure upright and self-righteous
In a authoritative voice demands for their passport
“Are you married to this woman?”
“Are you a permanent resident?”
These are the questions being asked by other invaders
If this sounds eerily familiar, you would be wrong
New Zealand in the 60s, one of her proudest moments
Once dubbed the land of milk and honey of the pacific
Inviting her brown cousin to part-take in her fortune
Then she ridiculed and scorned her guest
Labelled over-stayers by her gracious guest
With the blessing of the populace white
My fellow countrymen do not wish to be reminded of such events
In this land of milk and honey covered in sheep dip
It is good to remember in case we forget and repeat.
Lest we Forget=
Categories:
stayers, political, cousin,
Form: I do not know?