Swifter Poems | Examples

The Great Attractor

The stars lean closer when she moves,
Rare beauty folded in her quiet step.
A breath of perfume,

The air is changed—
It is sweeter,
As though spring has learned a new song.

Her legs are longer than the shadows,
Her fingers linger like willows in the wind,
Her small feet are swifter than birds
Across the fields of dawn.

She is athletic as rivers leaping,
Intelligent as the hidden moon,
Empathetic as rain that softens

The hardest clay of sorrow.
Her mind is sound,
A place where silence finds rest,

And yet her laughter is a bell
That summons joy from the distance.
When I draw near,

She tastes of apples,
Of orchards heavy with ripeness,
Of other grand things unnamed—

A sweetness meant for autumn,
But given freely in the summer’s heart.
The great attractor is not the stars,

But the pulse within her being,
Drawing me forever into her light.

In Stars Above

So far away but my heart you shine through.
Stronger, swifter, and wiser, I am better just because of you. 
As the past reigned with the man kings your glow reign in me too.
I'm passionate to be directed by my compass, water, and shoes.

Your nose loud as tunes i can only offer a fife.
From a distance your warmth can rid my soul of evil, damage, and strife.
Like a specific smelling glow you hit the nose like a stife.
The boldest gift to us was Jesus. Son of Man. Son of Life!

Believe in this star because this star still insist. 
It places it's place for you to contribute so don't miss.
Grab hold like a latch in the palms of your fist.
Make a way for the King. The one from Nazareth.

Night on the Seine

Night on The Seine
1939

Silver and gold from city lights
daub the black river
like brush strokes from VanGogh.

The Seine
murmurs against La Rive Gauche
where dreams of artists linger,
then turns to glide obediently against La Rive Droite
where politicians drink cognac
and talk of war.

We are in the middle of Time 
in a small boat.
“You cannot leave me!” she commands.
“Of course not,” is my assurance.
“I shall neither be called nor needed."

"We have built the great Maginot Line,
and The Ardennes is too wooded to cross.
It is all talk, anyway."

The city drifts slowly by -

Le Grand Palias and Le Concorde
Champs Elysees,Notre Dame,

 Swifter now - like the time,

"It would be madness to destroy such beauty."

“Besides, the British have pledged to come.”

Only God Knows Why

One hour fifty-seven minutes and forty seconds
to remember the life of a husband, a father, a man of faith
who died at the speed of an assassin's bullet,
swifter than the blink of an eye,
and only God knows why.

Three things will last forever
—faith, hope, and love—
and the greatest of these is love.

Yes it's a tragic fact 
evil can stop a life,
but evil cannot--
will never--stop love!

Checkmate You Lose

Do you tremble,
as the monstrous cadence,
of the rhinoceros' stride reverberates,
like the buffalo's onslaught?

Vipers at the water's edge,
darting hither and thither,
not above but beneath the surface,
their sinuous silhouettes fabric of nightmares, tearing sinew from skeleton,
swifter than their colossal marine brethren.

It carries weight,
this significance,
but how burdensome,
must it be to crane necks heavenward,
rather than cast them into the chasm,
of their looming oblivion,
demanding their torment,
for the paltry cost of enlightenment,
of suffering,
of metamorphosis.

This panacea,
I must admit,
with a hint of consternation,
a scrap of straw,
is all your bovine critter consumes.

Inked in raw matter,
the abyss loses its essence,
so what lexicon must I now spin,
to shatter your self absorption's daydream?

The shock resides not in the descent,
but in the startling velocity,
at which the earth surges to greet you.

meeting the enemy

I cringed when I saw her coming straight toward me, she was kamikaze cat.
She did not care who she took out, but she was swifter than a bat.
Fearless, ready to die too, she brutally crashed into my terrified plane.
As we walked into heaven she had the nerve to ask me my name.

Reverie

If everything we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
You're a dream I'd fool myself
To keeping. 
Ever have my bleary eyes seen
A waking dream, a waking dream
Sweet reverie haunts my wake
And sleeping. 
A lucid fancy, a clever scheme
This fading dream, this fading dream
Flit you by swifter than dreams 
Are fleeting
Yet truer thee than ever been 
This falsest dream, this lying dream! 
True as my love, and my heart
That's beating
For as all things ne'er what they seem
And you truly naught but a dream
I am fool and you're dream
Worth keeping.

While you try to become the best version of yourself

While you try to become the best version of yourself,
Insecurity infiltrates, an unbeaten foe that embraces confidence,
And you list potential falls before even stepping onto the open road.
Every deed is stitched with the thread of this somber foreboding.
Yet, if you know how each scar quietly whispers to you its own tale,
A story of how much it bled, how much pain there was when it was still a fresh wound.
And which bold paths you have taken toward healing, what battles you had to fight.
It's not easy to step out of the frame of your comfort, from your arches of safety.
But when the stars align, they conspire as if yearning to show you a universe
Where you are meant to shine – accept everything with grace, let chance follow its course.
For if you don't, the print of regrets will be one that will never fade.
To receive the stars and the threads of fate, even when they are entwined,
Even when fears seem swifter than your choices.
Gather all your scars, each a mark placed on the map of your own galaxy.
Leave from yourself a beacon, a lighthouse deep in the unknown to which you inevitably head.

The Red Train, to the north pole of course

To The North Pole Of Course  (Part Two)  
 
The farmlands, bridges and countrysides woosh by in a rush 
then vanish before my eyes at a hundred and twenty six miles per hour.
 My mind is traveling at the speed of Donner and Blitzen.  It goes through a magical hourglass only to nestle inside a cinnamon scented wagon that is infused with the clanking of fine china cups.  A peppery scent of hot chocolate perfumes the air and lands on my palate, sweetly.   
While I am being ushered forth into Christmas, I sift through time, backpedaling swifter than Santa's mistletoe kiss. 
I hear his rippling laughter and melt like butter.  

My extra sensory perception picks up the echoes through the halls of my memory
and I say to myself, " I think I'm going home, to the North Pole of course."

March's Dreariness Looms

March's dreariness looms
when no pigeon coons,
it grieves at spring's doorsteps
not willing to pass the baton,
resisting to give in until its frown
vanishes into the brightness of sun rays!

March is wilder than storms,
it can retain its brutality,
even being mean to Nature
which knows how badly it behaves,
letting lose its frightening madness
that viciously destroys wilderness;
how vile is it to withdraw from mindfulness,
continuing the brief journey
into time swifter than a hunted creature!  

March has no time for debates,
it wrecks everything in its path...
scattering branches on faded meadows
that await stillness, not chaos;
when icy winds blow hard, it's a threat:
stay inside, grab a pen and write poems!  

March is fierce and increases fears,
its awareness of limitations is indisputable;
it chooses viciousness and pretends to be invincible;
March snatches your umbrellas, chuckles, and sneers!
March's dreariness looms for very long,
it can be broken with a cheerful song!

Juneteenth

It was a normal Day for me when I awoke, tend Massa' children cook breakfast and clean up and such. But I wasn't feeling the same. Something was different. I couldn't put a name to it, but it was different. I could not keep my feet on the ground. I was flying. And then it came like a bee that stings with a passion. It came swifter than a bird flying by. It said I be free. 

At first I didn't believe it. But the message came again. It said I be F-R-E-E. No mo tolling, no mo takin care of Massa' childens. No mo serving the Massa at all. I remember I cried and cried and I kept on saying is it true what the people are saying, is it true? I really be F-R-E-E?? This day June 19th 1865. And I found out I be F-R-E-E. 

F-R-E-E to laugh and Dance and Sing for Joy. So, I made up a ditty in my head-- that went like this: No mo Massa no mo children and no more house to cook and clean except for myself. Oh God! I be F-R-E-E.

Oh God I truly be F-R-E-E.

The Rise and Fall of the Russian Empire

Here I am again
  Penning the Epic
Narrative of 21st century
  Literature, (so far):

 ~ Introduction ~

The faster it rises
  The swifter it falls
Exhibition number one
  Charles de Gaulle 

Indubitubely – oops 
   Indubitubbly – twice oops
Indubaitably – thrice oops

  @#$%^%&*%$#
  
Fetch me my 'Pakistani 6th-Grader's Guide to
  Flawless American English,' Comrade Spelchekhov

Kitchen Frights

An uncertain time,
light switch in the dark
whirr of wings,
unlocated -
swift hither, swifter thither
soft mousy leather.
Fledermaus,
Bat!

On the ceiling,
fridge top,
skitter of featherless wings
in the air a timid fear,
clinging now to a hook.

Throw open the screen door,
Circle back, head ducked,
flap towel
shout something, anything but yes.
Blurred flight zooms past left ear.

Put heartbeats
back into their drum,
make coffee.

Sea Rose

Saw it floating translucent on sea swells ~
extraneous sight in a sedulous life
and yet, implicit hints forever dwelled…

Rising inadvertently, the wavy strife ~

Of what current is this tale’s exposition?
Such draconian love flowed from mother ~
Every facet a fraught inquisition!

Swift, her passions swept further a father…	

Entered:- swifter waters would swoop away
at speeds where nutrients were inadequate
Racing till pink efflorescence was gray...

O’er oceans frothing of worth diddly-squat

So she goes          drifting in the liquid sweep 
Evanescing doppelganger of love’s weep/reap ~

(9/12/21 - '91 Carver 638 DMS)

Heaven's Blend

Lightning in a bottle
  Moonbeams in a sifter

Star dust in a sugar shaker ~
  Bartender ever swifter

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