Tinkered Poems

Friends Heros

A boy as gentle as a doe,
Who's friends opened his eyes,
To how strong he can be,
He leaves behind his broken ties,

A girl afraid of dying,
A brilliant girl who's mind was bejeweled,
So encouraged by friends,
Who treated her like she ruled,

A boy of lightning talent,
As calm as the rain,
All his friends around him,
Helped him talk about any pain,

A girl with a way of words,
With charms so bright,
A neglected, but loved child of an actor,
Her friends brought her light,

A boy who flowed like the water,
Whose laughter was a key,
A steadfast rock for others,
But his friends held his head above his sea,

A girl who liked sticking to plans,
And her brilliant ideas,
But sometimes she let go,
And her friends caught all her fears,

A boy who tinkered and built,
Full of jokes and fire,
Too late his friends realized how they valued him,
But he came back, never seemed to tire,

A girl of extreme bravery,
A great leader to all,
Who stands ready for battle,
Her friends behind her to catch her if she ever falls,

A shadow-filled boy,
Of hidden feeling,
Though he'd never show love,
His shadow his friends where slowly stealing.

My Late Night Confession

MY LATE NIGHT CONFESSION

Nocturnal calls for my lifetime detention.
So...here is my true confession.
Note: it's rather literal than figurative,
even as I now become a fugitive,
scarred from the sight of known men.
Let it be known that I killed two women;
My neighbour, and my best friend.
I hasten their journey and decide their end.
The police should be after me after this.
Forgive me Lord for I've lost my peace.

Good luck if justice finds me before mercy does.
April fool to everyone I've tinkered with their pulse.

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Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes 
Copyright ©?  1st April 2023.

100 Community List

Someone has tinkered with the 100 Community List
And it appears that you are still at number thirty-four,
Down a few notches, I have not booed or hissed
‘Cos I’ve been much lower on lots of lists before!
In fact, it’s delightful not to have the pressure, you see,
Let others get “put down” for their success for a while,
For I get no thrill from checking where on the list I’ll be,
But seeing you haven’t come up a notch makes me smile.

Written October 28, 2022

Creating Choice

A rattling tinkered deep
Within the abyss of trust
Nothing is NOW
Just always WAS

No time, space, matter
To clutter up flow
Just nothing created
Nothing to grow

Yellow oil flung loose
Causing a bang to sound
All that sprang forth
Began to produce...ground

.......territory

Who could have known THE WAY
Would be wrought with lies and deceit
Against the one who moved
So LOVE could be

A heart purer than light
Wanting creation to choose
Authority to rule
Sacrificed as the accused

Few are those who understand
The path to create free will
Desiring to fully embrace
Children who only want to KILL
........their father

Written by Trudy Schrader on 11/13/2021

I Met a Wizard

Hello. Mr. Wizard.
I heard you could help me out.
My engine has had me so disturbed
And your wisdom has been whispered
All about.
Hello. Mr. Wizard
Your friend referred
Me to you since I am in doubt
On my engine which has had me so disturbed.
According to legend you have tinkered
On these engines to know all the water and
Oil routes.
Hello. Mr Wizard
I am honored
To have met a wise man who isn't a lout.
I am glad you will help me with this problem
On my engine which has had me so disturbed.
Now I won't be so flustered.
Do you like trout?
Oh. Mr. Wizard
Thank you so much for helping me with this
Problem on my engine which had me so disturbed.

Universe

One small word to describe so vast a space.
Universe magnificent in each place.
Perfect creations adorning each room.
Each plant knows best time to open its bloom.

Every creature knows where he belongs.
No bird's distracted by the other songs.
Late arrival humans have changed things a bit,
Their egos convinced there is better fit.

So they tinkered and soon changed things around,
Even started taking oil from the ground.
Animals are dying as are some plants,
Because mankind got too big for its pants.

The problem is now ours, the climate change,
Because we were sure we could rearrange.

Written: July 2, 2019

Turning the Clock Back

It was to be repaired
She dared
Its hands had worn out
“I’ll do it”, she told herself aloud
A sense of false bravado
But Lo!
She climbed up the Clock Tower
A determination to rewrite life gave her the power
She would amend her yesterdays
Her very own ways
She went for the kill
The youngest needle,
Most energetic
She picked
Successfully turned it anti-clockwise
Many a times, and that too in a trice
The clock stopped, but the minutes continued to slip by
Time continued to fly
Till the wise Hour- Silent and serious
Told her thus
“Dear, stop your vain efforts
You cannot flirt
With Time gone past
Circumstances, whether good or bad, don’t last
Your past, you cannot repack
The clock cannot be turned back
Still, draw comfort
Your past may hurt
But you can repair the present ‘Me’
For your desired future, you see.”
So, she tinkered the present Hour and climbed down
A hopeful smile, replacing the frown
Now, follows a patient wait
For her type of mate

Locked Out of My House

One Sunday, I came back alone,
Home early from the church,
Not having the key to get in,
I was left in the lurch;

Locked out in the scorching hot sun,
Looking for shade to stand,
Counting the vehicles go by,
I passed the time in hand;

Scolding myself for thoughtlessness,
I sat on "Jupiter",
Hoping my parents would come soon,
I waited undeterred;

Standing almost for one hour there,
Stuck outside my home zone,
In order to avoid the stares,
I tinkered with my phone;

That day, I learnt to be careful,
To check my handbag twice,
Be cool in all circumstances,
Be patient and precise.


09/18/17



*Jupiter - a two-wheeler brand 

Form: Poulter's Measure

Second Coming of Age

The second coming of age,
is like the 
softened beauty 
of the color  s a g e;
rich in mellowed warmth
graced with shades and shines of subtleties,
savvy and seasoned
with greater depth and perception.

No longer a blur of girlish green...

rather, 
the continuum of time, 
has tinkered with colors;
fine-tuning the mindful hues -
balancing contrasts and intensities,
blending and smoothing 
the not-so-gently honed edges
of life's tints and tones.
Continuance creates a mature perspective 
worthy of viewing 
nuances in the palette of life.

Yes, 
the burnished beauty 
of the color  s a g e,
like the second coming of age,
is easy to take.
The bright pigments of colorful youth
are muted by mistakes.

For wisdom gained, 
the price is paid
in the aged 
and ripened patina
of the color  
s a g e ~

my second coming of age.


Susan Ashley 
July 20, 2017


~ Eighth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Patina
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen

Am Already Available

Am Already Available

A Am already available
B Have been and am still able
C Could consider taking a chance
D Did finally learn how to dance
E Was exceptional when a kid
F Found they said I flipped my lid
G Learned what gravity of it was
H After I had received a horrible buzz
I  She indicated that I was an idiot
J And joked about it quite a bit
K Had become king of the ball
L Looks like everyone left the hall
M Made in heaven my love had been
N Around block took her for a spin
O Places on hill were occupied
P Put best forward and call me pie-eyed.
Q Quaintly we become well acquainted
S For my sweet behavior I was sainted
T With tiny toys tinkered around
U That made an undulating sound
V It seemed like for a various reason
W I would start all of my wheezing
Y  Yet as youthful as I would be
Z Zipped to zoo where animals love me.

Jim Horn

Let me see one of your alphabet poems.

A Coin For the Beggar

The beggar’s slippers were new;
			And the turban around his head too,
			So I still kept the coin.

			Strange was the woman; strange was        her beggin’,
			With no word, but munching nuts a mouthful.
			With a child on her hip, walked the slothful.
			Indeed, I liked her not, and remained like a stump.

			In a rugged clothes begged a tiny temp,
			With his withered hand stretching high,
			From outside the bus, whining to the sky.
			I wasn’t ready to toss the coin to the teddy.

			On the floor moved a creepy-crawly.
			Flimsy and tipsy seemed he.
			Tinkered he, his lips, when there were slips,
			With a dripping grin- the outcome of a gin.
			He bowed; and he scrammed.
			Only that he was a fraud 
			Was what he had proved.

			Then there no more beggar for the coin…
			So was it mine?

The Pilgrims Progress

On this path, this somber trail
Many rivers we have crossed 
Not without the pilgrims plight
Fore dreaded sights beseech our heels
And lingering nights tinkered deep,
On we march to victory’s dawn!

On this road laid with thorns
Forlorn wind and sinking sand
With blighted feet we thread along
To the ray of hope in our horizon,
The light is near for victory’s dawn.

Weary not poor traveler’s sole,
Despair not the soul within,
Hearken not to dissent flute,
Fasten not on sorrow’s brood,
Hasten on for victory looms!

On this path such somber trail
Our limbs wane, our heart ached,
Our sight set to the distant light
In the glow beckons our victory song.


Weary not poor traveler’s sole,
Despair not the soul within,
Hearken not to dissent flute,
Fasten not on sorrow’s brood,
Hasten on for victory looms!

A Child Passed By

Long pressing 

Bears the weight of the falling world around me

Over tinkered days and hollowed years 

Has the growing spiral of downward turn 

Unwound before my eyes

As my heart and mind

Have weathered

And my soul and will

Have crumbled…bit by bit 

To the sorrowed step of un-kept time 

And I 

I have stood as if motionless

Looking on

While the blackened vines of ignorance 

And the fettered thorns of foolish greed

Have smothered, as would seem, all before me

And while I sat in huddled desperation 

Seeking not but to continue on in mere existence

A child passed by…

And suddenly I felt to leave all behind

And follow

Night of the Unforgotten

NIGHT OF THE UNFORGOTTEN


     Tinkered with the moonlight as it danced upon her face
 
     Imagined touching hidden places draped in endless lace

     Swept aside the trace of curl that sheltered tender ears

     Memorized this moment for the coming lonely years.






Victoria Anderson-Throop

A Pagans Kiss, Adult Nature

I danced amongst the damp verde fern
As rare as the day this ***** was borne
My flesh did contrast 
My eyes stood wide
As i smiled upon Devons devine delicate form

I tinkered along the enticing stream 
Which guided my humble
Naked frame
She glistened and smiled 
Tinkered and whiled
Within full moon I lay unashamed

I tiptoed beneath her curtains of green
As I followed the sheep to shore
A cavern a cliff a viscous veracious
Biting sea
Oh beauteous
Bounty
I could ne-er ignore

I knelt by her hoof as the sea bit my calves
As my tongue encircled her juice
The finest and sweetest of spring water
Mother Nature would dare to produce

It trickled it teased it willingly pleased
The palette upon my knife
Oh sacred Lady
Mother Nature
Sweet 
So unassuming
Im yours till the end of my life

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