There are some
looked down their nose
in the troubled Covid times
at those who bump elbows
as opposed to shaking hands
so with a bend let's start a trend
a new fad across the land
and instead if you please
why don't we
lift a leg and all knock knees
I walk among a ground where life is a trend.
Yet we don’t understand where’s our beginning and our end.
The burden to be like the rest.
We all stand shoulder to shoulder duplicate.
Not proving we are all imperfect.
The pressure to keep up.
But the feeling to be distinct.
I say to myself
“Am I really who I want to be”
“Or am I a carbon copy of other souls”
These patterns are confined in a box.
But do I have a key to unlock?
Proving ourselves to be different.
Is this really the craze we mimic?
Or is it an illusion we may just dismiss?
Time will tell it all.
But for now we just follow the ball.
True love got blend,
Where a heart lives.
Livin trend is trending,
All about talking self!
Breathe is breathless,
Please is a tribute.
Happiness is happy less,
Kindness at the brute.
Can't survive here...
Living life of morality.
God make it fair,
Else to let me within...
I see here that shy woman
Prefer to wear bright colors
But why I see her wearing red
I see her gorgeous catwalk
The woman in red is dangerous
Don't touch the woman in red
The lady in red is beautiful
The woman in red is fire
Is shy woman nowadays a trend
Or form of fashion to passionate.
Awakening early mornings with an eerie sound,
as cicadas start calling, emerging from the ground.
These harmless insects shed their exoskeletons,
leaving evidence of cycle changes for every one.
In their once timely appearance you could have placed stock,
due to their biological alarm clock.
Now with global warming and the earth heating up,
cicadas are coming more frequently to mate and feed on newer stuff.
Changing their long held patterns, navigating cooler courses,
they are moving further north in search of better food choices.
Don't run off to an audiologist my friend, that buzzing
in your ears is just this new cicada trend.
Today's millennials
Life can't live without iced tea
Real trend perennials.
Satanic is in
Christianity's out
Jesus, man
What's THIS all about
Oh, it's this year's trend in after-school clubs
I'm sure it'll pass by this Spring
If not, just text me to let me know
and we'll dream up the latest new thing
They tell you what's hot,
They tell you what's not,
They'll tell you who's who.
They tell you what to wear,
They tell you what to share,
They'll tell you what to do.
They tell you what to say,
They tell you who to pay,
The'll tell you who to doubt.
They tell you what to eat,
They tell you who to beat,
They'll tell you what it's all about.
They tell you what to buy,
They tell you when to cry,
They'll tell you that it's just a game.
They tell you who to cheer,
They tell you who to smear,
They'll never ever take the blame.
But I don't need to be told,
And I don't need to be sold,
Cause on my own I'm doing well.
When it comes to a choice,
I'll just trust my own voice,
So who the hell are they to tell.
FOUR HAIKU TYPE POEMS
(NOT ON NATURE)
Kinder words today
And try again tomorrow
Could start a fine trend
Learn to say thank you
When a soul comes to help you
It may just come back
Give them a smile
And a hug that is needed
You've gained a new friend
You may have the time
Don't waste it on foolishness
Use in a wise way
Copyright, Kathryn Search
COMMUNICATION
Leaps and bounds of progress made
In this modern world,
As we speed around the earth
Electronic darts are hurled.
Communing with our fellow beings
Seems to be the trend,
Yet has this brought us real peace
Or will it bring the end?
Until each one communes with God,
Forgets his self and pride,
And learns to communicate with love,
These evils won’t subside.
If we would seek our Creator’s plan,
For each one of us,
We would learn how to commune
And end with happiness.
Copyright 2013, Kathryn Search
Even poets
knew well
that tomorrow
is also binding
this way
why drawn
like a chased grasshopper
in a political green?
perhaps, I mentioned
a poetic theme.
Friend makesLife Trend,friend sacrifice life,he donates his time even though when he is weary.friend does not makes the life as Fri end.f-fruitgiver,r-rider,i-indicator,e-enthusiasor,n-naughty player,d-dearestcreator.byg.anuthangavel
Life and fine opulence are firmly in coaction.
All matter sprang into being at divergent times.
On the planet, the deed is built over dynamic vision.
A competition of overlooked, significant paradigms.
The introverted person says virtually nothing.
Dwelling in ecstasy, ringed by the bliss flow.
Explicit subjects mix through the wondering.
Nothing but oneself, glorious light, bestow.
Are such laws of the universe the same over time?
Or do they alter in the same way as a person's mind?
Surviving only till the environment restores the sublime.
Have you all been looking for some way to unwind?
As an ending product, calm and quietness stay vital.
Nothing works until you have trust in God, a symbol.
Written: June 25, 2021
Contemporary Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Times.......................................
Think of
That
Time of
Lord Jesus
Saying
To
The crowd
That those who
Have never sinned
Stone her first
Jesus
Gave
A new
Law of love
That had
Set
A new
Trend
15 June 2021
Waltz Wave Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Don’t be melodramatic, Mama Witch said.
Don’t want to take curmudgeon with you to bed.
Little Witch smelled honeysuckle of her Uncle Ted.
It came incrementally as beddy bye book was read.
You’re the kingpin of your life, said her cousin Zed.
She loved it when these spirits came into her head.
Next morning Mama Witch asked “Ready for a moped?”
Why not? Worst scenario she would end up dead.
Which actually meant she would be with Grandpa Ned.
Along with Uncle Ted, Cousin Zed and Auntie Fred.
Little Witch felt glad mama had not followed family tread,
And had named her Little Witch instead of Med or Lead or Shed.
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