While you are young and alive
Do not philosophize
Let monks introspect
Their ‘defects’ correct
Run free as the wind
Fear not the occasional stray
Repent them straightaway
~ Embrace the hallowed day
Remember, long ago, enrapt of Venus,
in college, brought to meet by chance,
how, falling into that first, most fateful glance
a straightaway spark flirted between us?
And, too, can you recall the eager shyness?
On the day that turned up next, a thrilling trance
hurled us into an uninhibited expanse
which then crackled with electric newness.
But nowadays, that’s just as far away
into the forlorn yesteryear as you
are distant now—and, almost strangers, we’ve
matured apart, growing further every day.
A curse upon wicked fate! who withdrew
her blessing and unraveled our fragile weave!
Hark, Hallow Dark my dear pal, Titans Mars
rally Martian stars, tag team game Play--Card
Black, Naturals -- rare place reason, Blackguard
quandary, battlescarred, halt? Pass? Have cigars?
Smart-aleck, hmm! facial--compact, boxcars,
ugh! gawdawful. Beauty Triathalon,
He'll be back straightaway, mayhaps papers?
Your facial pasted atop Front page! Bazaars
trains, sidecars, racecars, famous! Alas, Shawn,
lad go faraway places, imagine!
Wanted to ... look balanced, thats it, smart-like
Cameras I take it! Fair and Square, dawn
speaking of that man, time has no passion
I want you meet mama, familylike
Now at my workplace, waiting for my corporate lead, and no sooner said there she was as everybody behind me being fellow workers--not working, before she reached the front desk counter, I turned quickly to them and told them to continue their obligations people are working, and with that said, they went back to work, and I turned back around and flights of a moment, sees her ...
Welcome Ms. Sanford/Isabel Sanford, of the "Jeffersons" sitcom, herself and her lady-in-waiting, she displays a sweet disposition as she fills out the guest registration. A few minor details, and lastly, mentioning the purpose that she's in the Bay Area, not so much the hotel, I hand her an envelope.
This Ms. Sanford, was left for you by San Francisco's Morning A.M. TV broadcast. The bellman will take you to your suite straightaway, Ms. Sanford, do enjoy your stay with us and if you have any further questions, call me, my name is ..., enjoy your stay Ms. Sanford.
straightaway bb
cuts air heading for tin can -
sudden gush of sprite
When the sky above's azure blue
the grass below Irish green
My thoughts straightaway turn to you
Reflections of visions
yet to be seen
Winding lavender staircases
intimate moments shared
powdery-snowfall embraces
adventures yet to be dared
Parting kisses linger
'til dawn's warm sun intrudes
touching my lips with your finger
flames' fancy thus fanned ne'er subdued
S hare your love along the way,
P ray for others every day,
R ejoice and always be gay*,
E ncourage in what you say,
A ppreciate straightaway,
D onate your time, stop to play,
I nspire with your word array,
N urture goodness and display
G rin radiant, cheerful sway,
H ug when needed, fears allay,
A ssist the aged in dismay,
P raise, positive traits portray,
P romote peace, elders obey,
I nvolve in good works, per se,
N ourish love, be that bright ray,
E mbrace differences, yea,
S erve humbly, be kind alway,
S mile and problems go away.
*gay - happy
21st March 2023
For Anoucheka Gangabissoon's "Spreading Happiness" contest
Upon a sullied, sodden sky
of alabaster and ash,
fantasy's formidable flotilla floats
as charcoal-colored clouds.
And on this mild, melancholy
mid-March day,
they dawdle; dribbling drops of rain
in sporadic Spring showers.
And Winter's whitewashed wonderland
sparingly salted with brown brindled blotches,
magically melts away,
revealing rough, ragged patches
of grassy green.
When Winter's weakened grip gives way;
bulbs freed from frosty tombs
are awakened by the tap, tap, tap, of April's tepid tears.
And straightaway, snowdrops start sprouting;
simultaneously, sending shoots skyward.
Color counters the dullness of this dark day
as a Robin Redbreast abruptly appears,
defying drizzling drops of grey;
with its crimson chest, ornately on display.
Time's a torture chamber
penning poems day and night
from this 'garden apartment'
where rare's a ray of light
The meaning of life eludes me
as it has so many before
How to wax eloquent
find its 'raison d'etre'
when mere survival is a chore
But hark, what's this? Hope's glimmer
~ Guaranteed income for us all!
I think I'll move my office straightaway
~ to the nearest vacant mall
Snatch
Taken
In the dead of night
Run
Hide
Stay out of sight
Hurry
Faster
Get out straightaway
Longer
Farther
Still a distance away
Stop
Breathe
While there is time
Movement
Tension
Keep on the climb
Flee
Leave
So you can be free
Advance
Arrive
“You’ve made it finally”
Crush
Mix
“I knew you wouldn’t quit”
Cup
Drink
“The trip was worth it”
Settle
Cuddle
“To help you stay healthy and alive”
Written on November 5, 2020
All alone
In a world of your own
No one around
Never any sound
Trapped in a box
No key to any locks
Stuck inside
Always against the tide
There's no fun
Happiness is none
Chain links are strung
Made by your tongue
Held by feelings
Your heart stings
Stranded in a land of your thoughts
As your brain rots
From the dangerous poison
That comes from within
The world crumbles
All around, it rumbles
The sky is falling
The end is calling
Darkness raises its hand
And strikes down at the land
Your mind is breaking
The pressure snaking
Through from below
Seeing you as its foe
You can't get away
Though you try straightaway
But darkness grabs you
And blocks your world view
Keeping you inside forever
A slave to your mind until never
Written on June 20, 2020
a plum, a peach, a song, a beach
a bend, a curvy straightaway
a bob, a dip, a dunk, a screech
a hair-breadth turn took your future away
you nerveless nock, how dare you rock
this sanctimonious cerebrum with poppycock
it behooves you to hoof it to Timbuktu ~
haunting howls from the bowels of Montezu
They all happened just in a day,
All: birth, going forth, heyday,
Wedding day, D-day, all in a day.
They all happened just – in a day,
For he wanted truth with no delay,
Either it’d bring heyday or D-day —
Sniffing at a one he started his day,
The one that his daddy did slay,
In a duel that happened on highway.
All warned him not to go astray;
He told not to let go this foul-play,
Yet to help him to go headway.
He went headway, straightaway —
While sticking to his quest all day,
And he found the one that did slay
His dad, but it dawned his D-day,
For in him he found that prey —
Who all family bonds did betray.
All these happened, just in a day,
In Sophocles’ well-known – play.
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 16, 2020)
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
The Mayor showed up in T-shirt and jeans
mask and curly hair, a worried look in-between
Apologizing profusely for the murder, straight from his heart
promising that his office would straightaway do its part
To end systemic racism within the Minneapolis police force
to reform it, revitalize it, and chart a new course
Yet all the fists raised about him shook their heads NO!
and seemed to be calling for the final say-so
Then a question from the crowd, demanding to know
Will you defund the police force, "YES or NO?!"
The Mayor was downcast; he shook his head slow
~ Protestors roaring in unison, "You've got to go!"
Girl And Guy
A girl likes a guy
The girl is pretty,
Kind, caring, and always says hi
The girl is also pretty
In an adorable way
She has good grades
And she’d help straightaway
And when all else fades
She thinks of him
Handsome and smart
Acting on a whim
Adventurous and flying like a dart
But he doesn’t like her
He likes one that would be called sir
Written on January 22, 2020
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