Silence stretched as the elevator
stalled between floors.
I heard the cables clang and groan;
the gears grind and moan.
Then the penny dropped —
Switches flipped, engines roared.
Lights woke up and trembled.
Eyes blinked open as
understanding burst into bloom
Gravity had claimed its coin!
All that waiting.
All that focus on waiting, pending,
for a penny to deliver its message
seems so absurd.
But what falls slowly, lands deeply,
and truth must wait for doubt to fade,
Watching a penny roll on its side,
taking its time to stop and topple,
is how gravity works on pennies.
Categories:
switches, fate,
Form: Free verse
What is it that goes into a poet's mind?
Well, I'll tell you, its deep man, I mean it's really deep
It's so deep that when we write we write deep
The thoughts we think we think deep
And yet,
within in a split second-
a *Spark- something switches
Something ignites; thoughts burn our brains
The cinders inside us burn our cylinders
Thinking thoughts over and over, and over and over
Thinking facts, thinking fiction, thinking the unimaginable and
the imaginable, the what ifs, and the what if nots
We think what we think is thinkably unthinkable
We make sense out of the unsensible
We go out there, and man, we go way out there
We go to the limits, to space, to the place
To the place where all poets go
To the place where anything can happen or unhappen
To our own little worlds
To our world's,
where we can even make horses of a different color' real
Mind you, what goes into a poet's mind
Mind goes into it, man
Mind
Categories:
switches, poets,
Form: Verse
The grandkids are heading to sleepaway camp,
Their clothing all labeled and packed,
Plus all of the extras they may or not need -
Way too much, as a matter of fact.
They bring pillows and blankets and flashlights and fans
And shin guards and sandals and cleats
And towels and bug spray and sunscreen and stamps
And shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste and sheets.
They need rain gear and sleeping bags, books and canteens,
A laundry bag, backpack and socks,
Plus sweatshirts and jackets and underwear (lots!)
And their sneakers and rain boots and Crocs.
Of course there are bathing suits, t-shirts and shorts
And sweatpants and PJ’s and fleece,
But there are no iPads or Switches or phones
So some wonders, I guess, never cease.
The days spent at camp will fly quickly until
All that stuff gets repacked to go home,
With some missing or ruined or filthy, but that
Is a topic for some future poem.
Categories:
switches, granddaughter, grandson,
Form: Rhyme
As the wind cascades out in a frenzy motion
Nephophilia, a thudder crave
Exclamation is a sudden urge
Since soft cotton candies switches to pastels and iridescents
Looking up close
Still immeasurably far
The old regime of sunrise and sunsets finna come up to horizon
where moons and suns collide
stars surrounding them
blues and whites around them
casting shadow of white daisies
So small and wrecked
spurting a yelp of joy, when a cold breeze wheezed out
In blues and whites
they gleam
As a boon to the demure daisies
It is eternal
Feverishly eternal
When they run about in adorbs
It is mushiness and sweetness scattered all over in the morn
This is where I am, in this season
the season to hold upon these clouds
to hold as tight as it gotta be
This season is everlasting
this season to swim the length of the sky
Just for the blues and whites
Just for the blues and whites...
Categories:
switches, angel, blue, first love,
Form: Free verse
The blender switches on,
The Clock starts ticking.
Stitching it's imprint,
Into Existence.
Each Instant,
Different.
Gears whirring,
Agitated, Stirring Emotions,
Splicing, Thoughts churning ,
Forcing Conforming,
To the vortex That's forming.
Conflicting Actions,
Unconscious Reactions,
Robbing Our Satisfaction.
We Keep on Running,
To the Next Attraction.
Unaware of the distraction,
Keeping us in Line.
Trapped in Times Design,
It Defines your day.
How Long you have to Stay,
Then Sends you on your way.
There's even Time to Pay.
Never Enough for Play,
So throw none of it away.
Attached to every move,
It fills all the Grooves.
Smooth and sly,
It slides on by.
Flying beside you,
Guiding, and Dividing,
Perfect timing.
The more fun we have,
Seems as it were cut in Half.
Yet an hour in sorrow,
Feels like no Tomorrow.
Your Faithful Companion,
A Wound mender.
Or your toughest Contender,
Keeping you in The Blender.
Categories:
switches, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Into the fog I fell,
amidst the bone chilling cold,
caterwauled by silence -
eerily the end
of the year, dismal.
With the call of a forefinger,
I float through the mist,
silence switches
to a whisper,
rays appear through the haze.
Into the cradle I amble,
dizzy from 2024 strange happenings.
Lemons and apples fill the trees,
bright, juicy, bountiful, and
plenipotentiary fruit
of a Happy New Year.
Here’s where it gets weird:
we must take care
to love and serve
and the trees will prosper.
Love, joy, peace
patience, kindness, goodness,
gentleness, faithfulness, self-control* -
the kind of fruit that will produce
good results
for years to come.
The Whos in Whoville give praise.
The pennypinching Grinch** gives in.
Bells ring and voices raised.
Cheers, hopeful and kinetic.
*Fruit of the Spirit, bible reference
**Whos, Whoville, Grinch - Dr. Seuss book references
Categories:
switches, new year,
Form: Free verse
Our son and wife and grandkids
Came to visit, which is rare,
For their lives are full and hectic;
To our own, it can’t compare.
It was cold and it was snowy
But our house was nice and warm,
Filled with music, food and board games,
Plus we danced up quite a storm.
Yet the Scrabble, Life and Pick-Up Sticks
And dominoes and Clue
Were competing with the I-Pads, Switches,
V-R* headset, too.
It’s a world that we can’t conquer
And if kids were forced to choose
Between retro games with Nana
And this tech, we’d have to lose.
Still, at least they made the effort
So we did our very best
To provide a fun-filled visit;
Now we need a week of rest!
*Virtual Reality - Google it!
Categories:
switches, family, home,
Form: Rhyme
‘smarty-pants’
too big for his britches
kept his audience
in virtual stitches
on the road from rags to riches
ran into some unforeseen glitches
courtesy of parents' old-fashioned switches
'smarty-pants’ derriere throbs and twitches
Categories:
switches, giggle, humor, smart,
Form: Monorhyme
Shadows drink a wall lamp.
Winter switches the porch light on.
The cat claims its space
beneath curled head and tail.
Earlier,
a kind of daylight
scratched ice into vision,
I rummaged into dark corners -
I forget what for.
Another winter dawn
could ransack or houseclean,
it all depends on how dark
corners can get.
Categories:
switches, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The beauty of the evening,
The blushing horizon in the west
I adore much the taste
Of sugary sweets blended
In the black coffee
In the mug of beautiful evening
Moistens my thirsty throat,
To alleviate an exhaustion
After my daily affairs.
The glow of appealing eve
Freezes to the stark darkness.
Thin cover of Black Satin
Sets nightly all over my body.
The cool and soft warmth
Of my subconscious body
Spins the deep slumber.
My whole body are then senseless:
By the immeasurable beauty
Of my beloved.
Warming me up at a snail's pace
Plunges to an iridescent dreams.
After having dinner,
Nice reflection of the glowing eve
Switches into gloomy night
I clean my hand and mouth
And feel me cozy by the leftover
At the edge of my dinner plate
Midnight snacks sparkle
Like diamond inside the coal.
The midnight snacks
A few pieces of food desecrates
As the complexity of my life
Tastes saline as the ocean water do,
Comes out frequently
Of my dehydrated throat
Something more pleasant savors.. .
*
Categories:
switches, allegory, art, beauty, creation,
Form: Free verse
Captain Kirk had lots of nerve
Solving all things with his verve
Until he did split
And then had a fit
He now wore a woman's curve.
Note: Inspired by the Star Trek
episode Turnabout Intruder in which Captain Kirk's insane ex-lover Dr. Janice Lester forcibly switches bodies with him in order to take command of the Enterprise.
Categories:
switches, humor,
Form: Limerick
undulant images
dance over pallid walls,
like a phantom ~ the night
nurse appears.
she addresses you
with merciful compassion,
switches on
the light
buzzing like
an angry hornet
circling
overhead.
your eyes ~
marbled in fear
search for
an affirmation
of hope.
nestled in
a lullaby
of oxygen.
the night nurse,
humbly turns
out the overhead light,
buzzing its final refrain.
ceremoniously, loved ones
gather, circling ~ a bond
anointed in liturgical rites.
a blessed communion ~
in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost,
on the wings
of eternal life.
Categories:
switches, death, moving on, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Wooden spoons and switches are all that's needed!
Categories:
switches, child,
Form: Monoku
"Yesterday sometimes is a comfortable sofa where we want to be lazy, instead to keep on cycling on the given road". -by author
A time machine has not been invented yet, it would be nice.Very often we search in the drawers for our past, photos, letters, school mates and we even, don't know what.Time to time, we know what it is feeling blue, especially when we grow older and we remember about our best years. Who never looked for the best moments of their lives?.
Yes, I did. As the most of the human beings.
Good to remember where we belong to, without forgetting that we still have part of our life ready to be explored.
Never forget that while the moon
switches its light off, the sun will switches it on again.
A time machine to travel to yesterday
is all in your mind.
Categories:
switches, adventure, allusion, blessing, confidence,
Form: Free verse
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white
Fire of witches, fire with switches bright
I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light
Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red
Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead.
My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me.
I am ready to join you in the black cavern under the sea.
Categories:
switches, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
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