Perhaps we only ever know the true meaning of life in the seconds when death calls out our name?
Perhaps we see beyond the light before we’re dragged back here again?
Though life is short by any time when the final hours close in.
Our years of memories store up inside to torture and love us both the same.
With decades worn weary eyes we adopt a smiling, abrupt, unflustered, resentful attitude to the threats of emotional and physical pain.
Life makes you see beyond yourself the older you remain.
Categories:
unflustered, age, appreciation, care, crazy,
Form: Free verse
Unflustered epoch, warmer, bright,
when all the world willed pure delight
and games gave chase through afternoons
on cloudless days in Mays or Junes:
then, time stood furthest from the mind
and spring was always close behind
wherever winter served its worst.
How we would hurry, sing, or burst
into the yards, play hide or seek,
watch butterflies, or climb to peek
beyond the forest full of thrills
to glimpse the mountain past the hills.
We swore we would explore it all,
run higher, deeper, like the ball
one throws much further thanks to age.
Impatiently we turned that page
and scurried toward maturity,
oblivious to misery.
The vernal hours vanish fast.
To those yet youthful: make them last!
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New poem submitted to the Rhyming Contest
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/rhyming_me__a_poem_2_15617
Prompt: Photo 3 (children playing outside)
Date: November 7, 2021
Categories:
unflustered, age, children, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
1.Darkness lit
A jot of light
Glistering is…
Rays of light
Over-coming darkness sight
Blinded by the light…
2. Always.
Shows that they really are.
Honest with you when it matters most
Yet tears goes unflustered
Substances sticking together
No matter what there…
Never hurtful, always forgiving
True friend is not only honest bout themselves, but they are also honest about you
Never boastful thriving to be fulfilling
In happiness and sadness
Always, always got each other’s back with gladness
Deceive you no not
First Revelation In Every Notion Dependant-dependable
3. How can you hate someone and its dark?
Open up your hearts eyes and see the light;
A friend is an enemy whose blindly sees;
Open you’re embracing hands and arms can lead;
So when that hated forgiven enemy;
Becomes a friend so endearing;
Thank God for the light
For He’s righteous
Only He in your heart can turn the darkness into light
Only your true friend was your enemies turn right;
12/18/19
For You've Got Style Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
unflustered, analogy, appreciation, dark, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Unheralded, whispering,
the cold dry wind;
Smooth, unflustered, continuous,
It flew past nonchalant, unflinched.
Scoured everything with it's icy stare,
Sweeping, blanketing,
it rode on and ahead.
Big or small, stunted or tall,
it sped upon and spread.
Birch or pine, oak or maple,
Bare or confined, faltering or stable,
Hoarded upon by it's giant stride,
shivering they yeild,
To it's bludgeoning might.
Surging and surfing,
plundering, it thunders up to me
Stuttering, shaking,
Quivering I be.
Holding on to the last strand, I merely breathe,
It plays the terror, ferocious it is,
But I'll hold on my branch, my maple tree
The cold wind can trample, it can decree
I be the last leaf, it can't set me free.
Categories:
unflustered, absence, relationship,
Form: Couplet
How did death find me?
I thought I was just dreaming.
O like seriously
I slapped death.
I know you can't!
But I just did.
Look!
This is how I reprobated his blue.
I fetched the sky for him to sip
Since his throat was dusty
Like the harmattan.
Yet still smile did not dance on his face.
Again!
The waft of the volcano slapped him up
So he was dripping here like a crying bottle
Filled with unflustered water.
Poor you!
O poor you!
Look!
I pleaded with the heavens
For the seed of air
Since Mr. Death was dripping here
Like nobody's business.
Hm, hm, hm.
I can't believe this.
Mr. Death is indeed a Judas.
Upon all the things I did for you, Mr. Death,
You made me devour the knife.
O Mr. Death,
So can you crunch the moon?
O Mr. Death,
O Mr. Death,
Did you know deep within that
I'm more than a Victor?
No, you don't!
Yes! I know very well you don't!
Categories:
unflustered, hate,
Form: Elegy
I will clench my pen to my heart where fair minds are slothful to reach;
I will breed my psychosis to conceivable saneness,
Beyond the inaptness of convincing man or anything they could teach!
I will clench my pen to my heart to heal my contravened poems,
Until the gauge of perceptive beat the world to my hefty tongue
To put my name in writing like incises of poetry in unregimented times!
I will do this and all this because I can only be me but none else,
I will, “until the day go dead and shadows flee.”
Until the end of time!
I will hit it off from my cerebral lea to bleed my thoughts free
In and out of time until the day go dead and shadows flee
With unsettled fades like the concept of Elizabethan writer’s spree!
I will rail kachikau to unflustered bounds,
Where in prayer, peace, poetry and common grounds!
We slam our knotted pates until dawn deceases down to day
Where everything I wrote would stay!
But someday I shall be no more to contain your tears when you cry for my withered creeds,
So learn, understand and acknowledge a little bit of me!
Now, before day go dead and shadows flee!
Categories:
unflustered, devotion,
Form: I do not know?
She eyed him,
he grunted,
yellow teeth and brown skin,
he seemed too pallid to look human,
she was to interrogate,
for Mankind’s sake,
but she allowed her emotions to dictate,
she knelt beside him,
then turned her neck to one side,
the man, mouth opened wide,
exposed his canine teeth,
her mouth went dry,
there wasn’t a single cry,
the guard at the door just looked on,
like that proverbial fly,
she was seemingly unflustered,
and by chance,
her strength enhanced,
he got up and she watched him go,
her face slowly disfigured,
and her eyes would glow,
The man had initially taken that as a good sign,
but suddenly felt grief,
despair, apprehension, confusion, fear
and that was rare.
The woman attacked,
with fury and rage,
the guard fell back,
filled with shock at a visual he had never seen,
suddenly realizing that the one bite,
brought out the queen.
Categories:
unflustered, fantasy
Form: Dramatic Verse
There were clouds from the sky
To be a little darker then before
Some thoughts in sacrifice to deny
The ever mist in darken haze to recall
And the walked path was an unsheltered one
He who bears the weight of unnoticed vapour
Should be realized to have unflustered thoughts come undone
For he who thinks will thoughts be flooded lesser!
That be pure and impure to see
For a path of evil may well be a course to undertake
To understand the substances of purity
To then walk perhaps the dream-fill path in wake
As the rain becomes heavier in turn
It only meant for the routes be harder to view
To be drench toward a point of no-return
Guess not the unseen road but be sure of surreal!
Mayhaps an after-rain be of rain an after
To share the affair and to embrace as one… the unknown
And to walk is the path already be taken forever
Yet the rain, hasn’t me to recall of those being shown
Categories:
unflustered, devotion, faith, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
The table is laid and untouched
Blankets of silence hold sway,
The table is laid and untouched,
Day becomes day after day
The lamplight’s burning out.
The floorboards creak and shrink
The lamplight’s burning out,
Yet Marie she does not sink.
Her structure towers strong,
Unflustered by passing time,
Her structure towers strong,
With timbers robbed of shine.
The curtains sheathed with dust,
Portholes caked with salt,
The curtains sheathed with dust
Within this floating vault.
No helmsman at the wheel,
No rats play in the grain,
No helmsman at the wheel,
No sails to hoist again.
Becalmed and graveyard still
Upon the glassy sea
Becalmed and graveyard still
Their fate a mystery
The occupants of space
Weathering quiet grief,
The occupants of space.
Stole by some master thief.
Who walked upon her decks?
Who climbed her mizzen mast?
Who walked upon her decks?
And saw what came to pass?
Where have the people gone?
Blankets of silence hold sway,
Where have the people gone?
Where have they gone away?
A ghost ship of the night,
By day she is no less,
A ghost ship of the night,
The dead Marie Celeste.
Categories:
unflustered, history, mystery, time, day,
Form: Verse