I am hoping, with my emergence.
That they will take pictures with urgence.
Because I’ve been lost and I’ve been bound.
When I was in prison, I felt confound.
But with each step, I am learning.
That no one found my disappearance concerning.
The Life I can't get back
Is always retreating
And it's forested walls
They're always impeding
My charts are always clouded
My stars are always fogged
By maps that are always shrouded
By routes that're always Clogged
Into the neverending
I embrace the unknown
With passion unending
Into the never shown
That I walk with no purpose
I walk with no aplombe
I walk with no sense of urgence
Once more to the unknown
Urgence and Resurgence
and Consequence
Now how am I supposed to write
a limerick using these three words?
This should be quite a challenge.
Here goes. Just heard resurgence
in news and it inspired me to
write this poem.
Urinary infections may cause an urgence;
(Just guessing.)
And results could be a possible resurgence
Have to be careful wherever I go,
So I am able to maintain the flow
Or eventually have to suffer the consequence.
Wow. That was quite a challenge.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Urgence of a Resurgence
We need recurrence,
And ergence of resurgence;
Brains that are thinking.
Jim Horn
Beaux Coux Hiaku by Horn
Honest President
Honoring what we have meant
How about a hint.
To the issue sticks
A clock has many ticks
Must have missed my kicks.
To be candidate
Must be much to contemplate
And can hardly wait.
Guesses come in groups
And around go hula hoops
Chickens come in coops.
A real resurgence
Will they understand urgence
Things are growing tense.
Hard to stand their site
Saw candidate's ear tonight
So took a big bite.
Seems to describe whole
campaign so far to me.
Longing
Coveted want
Aching, yearning, pining
Languishing desire from afar
Lovelorn
Obsessed
Nervous urgence
Craving, needing, angsting
Agonizing itch left unscratched
Enslaved
12/21/14
Contest: Cinquain
Sponsor: Dr.Ram Mehta
First line: Title
Word count: 1-2-3-4-1-
Syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2
The Sabbretooth grinds ice with its teeth
Not for dull enjoyment but sharp urgence.
Its eyes glitter as the teeth is sharpened
While the sun fades away in numb sense.
The smell of blood orchids haunt the air
And the dry trunks and bushes whisper.
The Sabbretooth approaches near herd
That is grazing branches without guard.
The merciless hunter grabs a wild stag
And pierces it with its two sharp teeth.
At once the swift stag is in deathly rag
But its eyes depict cruelty underneath.