The invisible eye is where imagination lies.
If all could be said
With one hundred thirty six words
Could my thoughts be coherent
Would words travel in herds
Would they race across pages
receiving thunderous applause
Would they cause one to ponder
or take a moment of pause
If words could take flight
Somehow written in the sky
There your eyes might marvel
thoughts traveling high
Witness the majesty
of words raining down
Stories of paupers
or a King with a crown
So many detailed stories
One hundred thirty six words rearranged
Stories of contented people
or of others estranged.
So I ask you to write
Share your words with me
You may be the next Will Shakespeare
Asking “To be or not to be?”
Now I must finish
My words have run out
You might ask me
“What are you talking about?”
Written for John Lawless’s One Hundred Thirty Six Word Poetry Contest.
August 23 2019
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I’ll start with one
The easiest way
To compose a poem
This wonderful day
Not much at counting
Math’s not for me
Algebra, Calculus
Geometry
Too many numbers
Written in pen
Add this, subtract that
Then do it again
Now I am closer
Checking the sum
Maybe mistaken
I’m kind of dumb
But I keep writing
Following rules
Using my phrases
Poetic tools
Spilling my verses
Out on the page
Regardless of meaning
No matter the age
Hoping to finish
Here before long
Asking the counter
Please don’t be wrong
Seeing an ending
Come into sight
Thankful it’s nearing
So hard to write
My eyes are blurry
Fingers they ache
Just one more stanza
Is all it will take
And if it doesn’t
Then I’ll have to fix
To get this poem
To one thirty six
Written for: One Hundred and Thirty Six Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
…ten, so close, but soon it will be over
…nine, it seems each moment’s moving slower
…eight, what a long, lonely, difficult year,
…seven, all the lost hugs and brushed away tears
…six, twelve months of the worst of the worst
…five, it seems each day was sorely cursed
…four, as if life ended in this single set of seasons
…three, without the civility of explanation or reasons
…two, I don’t know how many more seconds I can stand
…one, yet, I still have hope for the next
thirty one million five hundred and thirty six thousand…
01/01/2018
When life hands you casts
keep your crutches near and your
Dearest by your side
sighs invade my fingertips,
scratching whorls and loops--
and all that comes to mind
is the littleness of my heart.
of how it cannot take
this, that, much, of regret-grief-silence
this realization,
(the smallness of my heart)
makes me sad, but somewhat also falls into place
of how I have become numb, dumb, bumbling
I never seem to do enough for others,
yet do so much for some
Those that I don't do enough for, seems to have needed them (as well I)
Those that I do much for, flick me off like a speck of lint,
.... and they don't need me after all :'(
either way, I still lose them
so this comes to mind, thus the roots of my num(b)itty-ness:
be silent, my miniscule heart
I don't think you have enough room in your chambers
to s h a t t e r anymore
15th November 2014
For a change let me ride shotgun you can be the driver,
show me you're driven and let me get lost in conversation
with your sentences, take me where no woman could but
what I always wanted them too. Take me to a place where
the physical doesn't exist I want you to lose me in the
spiritual, let me soak up this knowledge you're kicking me
let this be my sensual kiss, get deep with me tell me what
really bothers you out here, what keeps you up what gets
you down tell me what is it about me that you fear. What
about me you really can't stand and let's be honest for a
second I know I'm not your #1 pick so I understand I am
second. Tell me what you really think of my honesty
honestly, do you think who you are doesn't deserve the
God in me, or how the God in you loves to see and hear
me talk relationship true religion, drive me to a place
where mentally & spiritually you challenge me and I love
to drown in your thoughts so I keep swimming