Life between the highs and lows
Is stable, or one would suppose,
Yet that might not be true at all –
When high, you’re waiting for the fall.
And naturally, when you are low,
There is no way for you to know
How long until your saddened state
Will vanish, so again you wait.
So life becomes a waiting game.
If being stable is your aim,
When on a high, I’d answer hah!
When low, more likely, I’d say bah!
Conspire with the void
Blow vast space a kiss
Wink at time as it mocks
Celebrate immersion in life
Then wait
For as long as it takes
Neither seeking nor anticipating
Simply remaining attentive
And mindful
Good things await
Have faith
He breaks your heart
Tears you down and apart
Lip buttoned, your kid shuts you out
Where to turn, How to start...
Extra patience is called for
It's a waiting game
Confrontation only gets you
More of the same
Waiting for the inevitable
Fearful it'll never arrive
Letting the universe decide
What will be will be
But did I earn the right to enjoy the ride?
~BITE SIZE POEM no25 Poetry Contest
It feels like I’m somewhere
Stuck in a foreign place
And I cling to a million days
Crammed in an invisible jar
Of my faithful wishes anchored
To one Star
I guess I am bound to stay
Even if the footsteps are unheard
Light years away
Because the jury of Divine will
Has done my heart a sealed deal
And I must agree to conform
As everything else in the Universe
Takes enough time to form
How do you wait without waiting
When we’re the world that can’t refuse wanting?
Should I become one of the sand grains lying ashore
And turning a blind eye to the ocean I adore?
Or am I actually the wind that leads the waves
To ebb and flow as much as we are both
Trying and then letting go?
THE ANGLER and THE WAITING GAME
Along the shallow sloping winter bourne
The water trickles to the stream to drain
The rain-wet fields on bone cold winter morn
It’s life held brief by seasonal refrain
All summer long it played the waiting game
In breath-held stillness trees unmoving stand
Except where twig is touched by drip of rain
With oaks and elders all across the land
A premature tumescence they restrain
For sun’s return they play the waiting game
Aligned along the margin of the lake
Bullrushes stand in arid martial lane
No longer from the water do they slake
The thirst that will return at Nature’s deign
For satiate quench they play the waiting game
The angler - bent and clothed in woodland green
On river bank he sits alone, no name
An allegory of patience, ever seen
He troubles no one, none would seek to blame
Through seasons all he plays a waiting game
His heart is golden
full of passion for someone
like himself
He waits patiently year after year
dating here and there
with no luck
Thinking all this time that
he'll never find his love
Living one day at a time
Still waiting patiently
The clock never stops, time never stands still;
A girl in a train station shudders with a chill,
Waiting on delusions, waiting on a train,
Waiting for old aches to reemerge again.
She’s holding her breath and counting heartbeats,
She’s thinking of long gone sun-kissed streets,
Waiting on a thunder, waiting for the rain,
Waiting for a whisper and words that never came.
The stars gazed upon her, she gazed back at them,
She started to curse, to cry, to condemn,
Waiting for goodbyes, waiting for hello,
Waiting for something, but she didn’t know what for.
Waiting on hope, waiting in vain,
And yet she kept waiting until she went insane.
Days and nights passed, the train went away
And still in the train station, a girl waits today.
"I'm not who You've waited for,
After all these years.
I know that you hoped for more,
But I'm facing fears.
You're a perfect kind of guy,
You deserve the world,
Not the drama of the life
That comes with this girl.
You deserve someone special,
That can treat you right.
Not waiting for me until,
You use up your light".
She'll never understand,
the twinkle in my eye,
Burned from want to hold her hand,
And I can't watch it die.
You gave me hope.
I waited and waited.
It wasn't ment to be.
You didn't come.
You set me free,
so I can see the better option....
The sun, the moon ,the sea....
I walked my shadow home.
The rest is history my dear...
You ever gave me hope.
Silence
On green field lie,
Goalpost lonely, forlorn -
Yellow jerseys, darting figures,
Strike goal.
Waiting for the rain to go
or the sun to come, or the clouds to go
or the car to come, or the fear to go
or the phone to ring, or the heart to know
or waiting around for your love to grow
or waiting for his fear to go.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the endless night
or waiting for the endless fight
or waiting around for your delight
or waiting, perhaps, for my heartbreak
or a cry of help, or your tears for my sake
or a chain of thorns, or a chain of rants
or a ring of flames, or one more chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
Based on the book: Oh, the Places You'll Go! Dr Seuss
For the competition Dr. Seuss theme and form by Joann Grisetti
Beyond these realms, there is no sense of fear,
Mystery reveals a different breath,
A warm embrace to hold the soul so dear,
While in her loving arms we wait for death,
And see her smile, at last she’s standing near.
The end is nothing, let her come tonight,
For death is merely beginning anew,
Thus trust the soul to know the time is right,
As it discards the dismal mortal view,
And leaves to dance within her sacred light.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
Another movement, another minute
Another hour, does this tick win yet?
Keep holding off the moment
As if a day of glory will come
When fate shines down atonement
And then you will be optimum
Hypocrite thy name is human
We're in the same boat of lies
With humdrum holds and fickle crewman
We sail stubbornly sans surprise
Heave Ho! Heavy against all we must woe
Don't mind the wake, it won't touch our fate
Stroke! Row! Despite the winds blow!
Let's take stake that chaos hold its state
You want life's meaning? Reproduction
You want a sign? Let it be me
Want a purpose? Learn how we function
What's the point? You'll just have to see
The darkness creeps into your soul undetected,
The great day before simply a faded memory.
All the focus is on the deep feeling,
The feeling of waiting to die.
Life does not seem as sweet,
The sunset has lost its colors.
The lightning has lost its thunder,
And all I do is sit and wait.
I pray for answers but see no sign,
Disaster is waiting around every corner.
So I sit and ponder what is my purpose,
Then wait for the end.
Sadness fills my heart and soul,
What kind of life is this.
Knowing you are a waste of space,
That will never become anything.
Now not even able to comprehend,
Being out of my twenties.
For I do not see myself in the future,
So I sit and wait.
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