Please, dear, join me tonight -
Perhaps, for a delight,
Popping, exploding loud,
Puffing up like a cloud.
Probing in a fresh bag,
Precisely, no time lag,
Pull a ring. Make me proud.
*Image of San Francisco Street Neighborhood by Pixabay.
A Superb Forenoon
This superb forenoon down the avenue,
flower gardens, mostly lawns, up this part.
There's Sammy and Tammy, "How do you do!",
naught Baker's ... close, Cooke's, love their fine art.
In view, ol' Freddie sits at the bus stop,
this superb forenoon down the avenue.
Waits not for bus, just days headlines they'll swap,
park seats, down some, too far ... bus stop will do.
Fair breaths of air, perfect time, grows in view,
from this point, I approach the metal wind,
this superb forenoon down the avenue,
flaps Orient graces in a crosswind.
Chalked squares in my path, sits a small beanbag,
a lil' girl says, "A minute sir, thank you!",
"Welcome, Miss!", homestead nearby, let time lag,
this superb forenoon down the avenue.
2021 August 27
make a wish and wait
manifestation follows
time lag our blockage
07-February-2021
Imagine thus:
Each soul stardust
No matter then
That where and when
Here we come now
We know not how
Chaos frames tell
Just where we dwell
In surge and sag
Observe time lag
Good turns to bad
And vile feels glad
Bad dies to good
A change of mood
Now do you see
What's yet to be?
Pandora plays
With spectrum rays
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2017
Singapore
Late for marriage
Loneliness engraved deep into my heart, I now am a mere stone. Many springs bloomed and autumns saw greens turn into orange, twilight of dusk brought no light of love as years passed by. No better than a piece of brain, I am work and all work. Ended the wait for the Prince Charming with dumped unsung unrhymed notes and plucked strings of subtle heart.
Try not mend my violin
those threads of thoughts
and hollow heart,
Try not steam my mind
those foggy images
in time forgotten,
Try not set ablaze
those dousing embers
for years frozen,
As I love my freedom
own ways with life,
As I have no feelings
to be someone's wife,
Asking buds to blossom
know the time lag,
Faded colours if shine
I might not go blind,
Words that were lost
under covers of time,
Don't unveil to set free
for everyone to see,
My embarrassment
of learning so late,
Marriage was never my fate,
I want to be just myself.
Written Nov 28th, 2015
For contest "Haibun freestyle"
Sponsor- Scott thirty seven
Awarded 5th place win
I am at your mercy, entity of the forest,
Longing , burning to understand your hostile ways!
For it is merely a moment in time,
Bound by your strange presence,
That I realize you are much more than what meets the gaze,
Of every endearing fright,
I understand your heart of night!
In wonderment of your wander,
I have reached this time lag into your life,
In the hellish furies that you do tame in your mysterious night...
I have felt the fears of your past waking life,
Your journeys into time spells of loving lost array
I never knew I would meet the eyes that now do stray,
Into futures you have always known,
For you travel into zones one would be lost in forever...
Though I must merely hope,
That the future you see in me
Will lead us both to trust, willingness and sympathy...
To words with meaning,
To illusive fears melting into understanding,
Your bindings soon shall loosen from me,
So that I may bind you with loving embrace,
And eternal assurance that in this world, alone
You shall never face....
WAIT
time lag
p a t i e n t l y
shy ugly duckling
cold and sad he wants death
seasons change reveals mused swan
"timed doorway to breakthroughs: patience"
(c) Olive Eloisa
11:56 am
June 03, 2014
Contest Name CREATE YOUR PYRAMID!
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
Theme: hourglass
With bicycles and a big shoulder sling bag
You were there, at the other side of my fence
Throwing the paper toward me with a smile
Awarded me with a wonder-stricken time lag
I remember, you were ten and I was eight
It was in 1940, our first met
So soon later we allied
And all these times, I always sure that it was truly a fate
I remember, it was on an anesthetize Sunday morning
You put a ring on my finger when I was just seventeen
We started riding our life together in a rollercoaster of emotions
For years you are my one and only paperboy prince charming
Today, on your grave that is shrouded by Autumn leaves
Knowing that our love surely went on endlessly
I smile and take another breath in the eyes of eternity
A splendor moment, for our memories, far away from griefs
~ Shirley Candy
Indonesia, 11/05/2013 05.36 AM
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.