Soft and smooth, freshly manicured with
No trace left behind of struggle or woe;
Hard to gauge the multitude of daily trials
Or the enormous good and success bestowed.
He’s not afraid to let harsh enemies see his strength.
Strong and firm, his grasp telegraphs immaculate powers,
His steeled convictions and unyielding determination,
And the hell that might rain down in furious showers.
From all directions his enemies test his mettle
Then find themselves wilted on bloody ground.
Respect replaces immature, misguided disdain and fear
When he wields the power of Light and sound.
Gentle, with kindness and bountiful praise
He guides his family and subordinates through remarkable lives.
To others, “You will do it because if you don't...” his favorite phrase,
As he looks intently into their cowardly eyes.
There’s no wavering, no fear. His hopeful message is crystal clear.
Each declaration of his executive powers is deliberately penned
To fight prior injustices, selfish evil, and despicable greed.
The American people know in his powerful hands is all the strength we need.
Categories:
telegraphs, courage, inspiration, political, power,
Form: Rhyme
In South Croydon station
They walked tall
Brief cases and ironed Daily Telegraphs
Back to the 80s
They spoke a Corporate language
I remember the old school
but now we are living
with Generation Z
with acne to match
(If they can ever leave their homes)
for office jobs
The performed voyager
to a new world
with resplendent coffee bars with Wi FI
where they plan
their robber baron forays
see them scurry
their mission to
ALT control delete
their World
Categories:
telegraphs, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
teriyaki tepee
telegraphs telescope
temperamental tentacles
teasing testy antelope
televising tempting tempos
torturing terriers who mope
teriyaki tepee
you are the utter dope!
Categories:
telegraphs, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
What bridges the stale, hot air of summer?
Icecream
Soulful pageant of flavors
A cone piled high
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry
or Rocky Road sublime
Control unteethered, de-stabilizing diet
Comfort food soothes stress
and laps of relentless striving
To lick, lustfully, the sweet drips
that ooze to our hands
heavy with the weight of June
Inside a limitless obsession
that hammers hunger
that lifts the talons of heat
the trappings of cold, telegraphs relief
an altered state
In the tucked curve of a summer's smile
stitched to a ruddy, sticky
cookie-cream face.
Poem composed: April 1st, 2021
Contest: All Yours (June 7)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
telegraphs, appreciation, chocolate, cute, summer,
Form: Free verse
Good morning, here's a book of photographs,
It has all the pictures, all you can see,
Families coming, they bring telegraphs,
Remember this one, it is just of me,
So long ago when I was only three,
Here's you, sitting under that old oak tree.
Taken at our grandparents home, your folks,
Here's you and grandpa, both on the tractors,
I remember grandpa sharing his jokes,
Then he reads the bible, quote some chapters,
In the morning we have tea and crackers,
Pictures, memories, that's all that matters,
Grandma used lots of egg yolks when kneading,
Cocoa, coffee and grandma's yellow bread,
At night you would check if we were sleeping,
Then you wake me up and I fix my bed,
Then we have breakfast before school instead,
Now we'll recite to you what we all said,
"We cannot thank you enough, love you ma!"
We're all here now, please wake from your coma.
Date: 05/09/2019
Categories:
telegraphs, absence, allegory, cheer up,
Form: Sonnet
Doors that lead to rusty windowpanes
Wooden frames longing for photographs
A marathon without a finish line but several lanes
Buzzing and signal losses of telegraphs
Multiple doors and a single key
Which door would you unlock?
A needle lost in the sea
Would you swim or would you walk?
Lost souls lingering for the coloured flag
Falling and rising and falling again
Leaping back up like a jolly stag
A progression pattern like an iron chain
Why catch dreams when they’re beyond?
Forbidding the nightmares of screams
Removing your yearning bond
For they are the dreams beyond dreams
Categories:
telegraphs, dedication, desire, devotion, dream,
Form: Rhyme
sometimes they appear effusively ebullient
need curtailing, pruning
succinctness of clarity demands simple concepts
a fresh way to express tired vernacular
see contrasts that light and dark embody
simile is like a bridge, connecting this to that
ideas behind envisioned conditions
what is seen, what is known
cupid's arrow finding its mark
carefully selected properly place alliterations age
as fine wine, appreciating moments of the tongue
if cramped, forced to salute like a new recruit
become ill fitting as a six fingured glove
noticeable as a red light on easy street
onomatopoea telegraphs transparent thought
Ohhh, moment of culmination cry the lovers
adjust concepts, fit themes, clarify voice
say meaningful words of intuitive insight
gamble fearlessly, search for elusive quarries
loadstones of vocaulary
prized like adamantine crystals in kinberlite
you can have it all, heart's desire
etched tablets that tell of word's meaning
chisled till they're Rosetta stones
Categories:
telegraphs, on writing and wordslight,
Form: Light Verse
Love notes posted on laminate:
Revisiting thoughts persistent;
Staring at head-lights
Driving through stary nights.
Stuck in motion--
Longing for somekind of devotion;
Sinking memories flood over me
Like a deluge of forbidden fantasies.
Rampant voices of love & romance
Visit me like a long lost lover;
Rumaging through boxes
Of old love letters & yellowed photographs,
Telegraphs feelings I can't explain.
Maybe I've been numb for far too long:
Maybe I've forgotten what it means to give yourself away,
To someone you can trust; someone you can picture growing old with.
I know what my heart's been yearning for--
A love whose shoulders I can rest my soul upon.
Categories:
telegraphs, lost love, loveold, love,
Form: Narrative
As the burn of fires burn
On ridges ripping skylines
The flakes of snow they paraglide
As fragile as my words;
When the seasons melt and turn,
Autumn journals fraught with by-lines,
Scripts of lovelorn suicide,
Of written pleas unheard.
As my words bring no return
From distant wires or telegraphs,
Emotional evaporate
They vanish outward bound;
Deeds by silence do they spurn,
And my love reads its’ own epitaph
Its’ scope no longer can locate
And you no longer found.
How I wish for some reply,
Some signal from the stratosphere,
Contact or acknowledgement,
Affirmatively cast;
For each tear that I cry
In this lost and lonely atmosphere,
My love for you is testament
My future is my past.
Categories:
telegraphs, life, lost love, love,
Form: Verse