'Sweet are the uses
of adversity,
as the heart grows fonder
by diversity,'
as, hoping to raise a smile,
yet nutty as a fruitcake,
I spoke none too fast
at someone fun to poke
but slow on the uptake,
as tho' it takes quite a while,
he who laughs last,
finally gets the joke.
The Crow
(A lone voice whispers)
No happiness for me and my best friend
Tony the pony today
For we lost our beloved muse
At 2 pm
One minute she was in full view
Perched on our old Oak tree
Watching us with beady black eyes like a true devotee
Then just like the uptake in poetry
In the 21st Century
By the younger generation
We were old news
She must have flew away to better things, we both thought
As we walked home
Past the village post office
Thinking of our old muse
With the crow like black hair
Lost to us forever
After getting us addicted to reading writing and listening to poetry
Underneath that old Oak tree
Now flying alone
Somewhere
Out there
Looking down below
For a new home
Like it once had
With Tony the pony
And me
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
Is poetry like a bird flying around looking for somewhere new to land, after introducing others to its mysterious pleasures?
But as the newer generations get addicted to gaming platforms, and social media.
Will it eventually find landing, harder and more and more rarer?
Grateful for my blistered anger
propelled by a tolerance break;
Awe can put an end to slander
when it’s about all you can take;
Most of the time I curb dander,
often it’s gone with a handshake;
Grateful for my blistered anger
propelled by a tolerance break;
Mashed up processes meander
leaking out into fists that shake;
Some may be slow on the uptake
trying me was the first mistake;
Grateful for my blistered anger.
"A hand reaches for the unveiled and that’s the child’s mind.”
- Quote by Poet
The child’s mind is a camera,
It captures the day’s events down to the smallest details,
None seldom passes by,
Not even the one that escapes like a fly.
The child’s mind is a book,
In it, every event is written,
As dawn opens the door and twilight closes it,
As the clock ticks setting the stage for the events to emerge.
The child’s mind is a meadow,
It blossoms as the elements aid an uptake of the soul’s food,
It shrivels when scorched by the desert’s heat,
Awakened by the summons of the unseen.
The child’s mind is a boat,
Happy to sail but frightened by the storm,
It sees other boats a distance away,
Focused, it goes on its journey.
The child’s mind is a road,
It goes through the forest observing and understanding,
It tunnels through the night in search of light,
It ends where stars cease to shine.
October 4, 2024.
Hue
Rebirth
Petrichor
Refreshing rooms
Uptake of nutrients
Frail boughs come alive
Blooming anticipation
The beauty of nature pervades
Dawn harbingers revitalized hope
Basking in the fragrance of purple fields
February 24, 2023.
So brightly lit, my birthday cake.
Such icing-on-dessert uptake.
My Autumn years illumined flight,
October with effulgent light.
Candy corn, shaped like fangs, I eat.
Orange-yellow, Brach’s honey-sweet.
Smiles, blinking pumpkin, in the night.
October with effulgent light.
The crisp and thrash, of pretty leaves.
The grandkids’ beat; my heart receives.
Plenipotent sound of the night -
October with effulgent light.
The cold, fresh air and bonfire smoke;
The colorful lanterns and folk.
Big, bright and red - the Hunter’s moon.
October with effulgent light.
these events and thoughts pass all over me,
like insects on a fluorescent screen,
a glitter, a moment, flicker of time,
a lifetime to travel in social slime!
memories are made, memories erased,
on the brain slate of nerves, bemused and dazed,
writer is unseen, the chalk doesn’t screech,
my story unfolds and fate? out of reach!
many voices come through, somewhere from dark,
no faces to see, no glimmer, no spark,
my eyes are shut but my mind is awake,
soul records my spiritual uptake!
I am but a blank white sheet on time’s book,
million pages may not get a second look,
I am imprinted with what hand writes on me,
what generations may read, I let be!
a world of illusions, world of untruths,
from our birth to old age through erring youth,
in this ignorance is silent wisdom,
seeking eternal truth, yearning freedom!
Unseeking Seeker sponsored
Screen of Awareness Poetry contest
Written 24/05/23
10 syllables each line
5 stanzas with aabb rhyme sequence
Withered boughs are awakened from their sleep,
Rejuvenated from their prolonged rest,
There's a rapid uptake of nutrients,
There's a rebirth and an awakening,
Spring is at the helm of the renewed life,
There is a lavish display of colours,
Oh, spring your arrival has brought newness,
A door is opened to refreshing times.
May 19, 2023.
B - Forms and Words Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
Whirling fairies on your fingertips glide,
cajoling imagination awake;
The touch of a flower right at daybreak
electric, there’s no place magic can hide;
Everything’s vivid your mind feels tie dyed;
Lit by a current green eyes turn opaque;
Whirling fairies;
If you believe? You’ll never be confined;
Nature’s surroundings you quickly uptake;
They tend to reside outside by the lake,
your initial vision magnified;
Whirling fairies.
Springtime
Hue on display
Moment of refreshing
There's an uptake of nutrients
Trees spread out their healthy and joyful boughs
Season of rejuvenation
Harbinger of newness
Rebirth of hope
Springtime
January 22, 2023.
Pen A Rictameter, Hopes Of Springs Return Poetry Contest,
M. L. Kiser.
Spring
Nature
Awakens
The rains descend
Renewed hope it brings
There’s an uptake
And lavish
Budding
Rain
August 17, 2022.
The wonder of a childlike kind helps keep the person younger and empowers him with the sensation of excitement that is essential to survive difficult circumstances. In addition to this, it infuses their surroundings with vitality, joy, and enthusiasm on a consistent basis, so serving as a powerful reminder that there is promise and trust.
a childish impress
refresh the atmosphere's vibe~
swell the bliss uptake
Written: July 18, 2022
Little birdy said “a lot of coma coming soon”
When the earth chills down with a blood red moon
Silent shrieks abound as the brain dissolves
Big mistake on the uptake man devolves
"Wrong again!" the only right I’ve ever heard
Weaned off electronics from a full blown nerd
Hope to keep my pattern going and be wrong once more
Otherwise, we all have zombies scratching at the door
Slow Rolling railcars are a better pick,
If high-speed travel makes you sick.
Slow On The Uptake is confusing,
Slow But Sure, safe but unamusing.
Slow Markets make a stock broker mad,
Slow Release tablets - best to be had!
In the Slow Lane, you're just an onlooker.
Best “Slow” I know is in my Slow Cooker.
"One Poem (That's It)!"
These words ring in my ears as I dream of a meaning
I'm hungry to post, have another heart taste,
such, that promise of sex might not tempt me at all!
Hark! Sharp uptake of breath from freak's mind at a phrase,
oh, the wordplay's so sweet. There are twists of mind's canyons
that slime the sleepwalker from wheat fields to slopes
of more vertical content, now riddled with pause!
How she hangs on the edge of this precipice leaning
toward whispers of answers that gather, lays waste
to what my verse had going! I try hard to stall
as real protein shows glimmer, I slide through this maze
like a snail on a knife's edge, but move wants companions.
The fat is so thick now, verse mired down in hopes!
Not lazy, weird contract, my Muse funds the Laws.
Brian Johnston
30th of September in 2020
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