As I sit gazing upon the unsympathetic clock.
Wiling away these last few dread filled hours.
Stirring my tea, or is it stirring me?
Confusion reigns.
My weary eyes plummet toward the newest envelope on the oak birthed table.
The Violet Grape Purple one, fore it is pregnant with the last love filled endowments of my now ex-wife.
Before when I had the guiltless luck to call her mine.
Or am I at fault?
Either way the staring envelope is all that reminds me.
Why did you have to come in the post just as I was forgetting?
Just when I was becoming too tired to care, about her presence in my bed , in my soul.
Reap me , tear me, but please don't remind me of her.
Wildflowers and persimmons the power in her laugh.
At long last I can stand no more, I gather the mocking, accursed letter and in a rush in a chair I alight.
By the fire I strain to throw you in.
I pitch back instead, hurtling down, down.
On the floor I weep.
Feeling is but a distraction
A distraction from being present
While presence is masked by mist
Created by unwillingness to perceive.
Perception requires a bravery that only
The willing can achieve.
The wiling infers a collection of thoughts
That allows mask to breathe.
Nature shaped the earth into the sphere
While leaving each piece of parts flats
To offer individual life places to grow
While rotating around the sun as a whole
For all individuals can thus equally share
The glare of brightness, warmth of the sunlight
And the calm of darkness, coolness of the night
Silver clouds floating high and drifting
In the sky, distributing rain, snow, and news
To quench the thirst of every life facing
And secure them happily growing
The wind is playing longing tunes
For fairness, justice, the yearning
For quality and gracious life to come
Nature is indeed charitable to everyone
Sharing rains and dew evenly to each land
Sunbeam is also assigned with the same lines
Chaining up sincerity and honesty hearts
And flowing streams of warmth hand to hand
The wind rises, and white clouds wander
They are guarding no one in the earthly world
Wiling to act against the provisions of nature
They are spreading the news of the future
That Heaven will arrive behind a United World
And the charming visions will emerge
Before, lives are going to live forever
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Wiling her time away
She heard some shooting
Of course, it was Putin
Egging his puppets on.
She did not know them
So she did not show them
Any sign of fear,
Her innocent face
As she made them a place
Saying, puppets come over here
They loosened their strings
And started to sing
Together in harmony
Sitting together
Like birds of a feather
Peaceful, Happy and Free
I don’t believe Donald Trump should be impeached,
He’s brought light to the Presidency, a dynasty,
Of a long line of ‘born again’ believers, screeched,
Wiling government into a god-inspired fallacy.
Burocracy is not an heuristic term or value judgement -
It’s a rational roll of reasonable deliberations, business,
Mirroring the typical American citizen as sediment,
Which Mr Trump places, to his credit and best guess.
He’s not a force for power without love and freedom,
Stealing smiles from unlikely Democrats, Pub’s alike,
He gives the lesser the right to arbitrate and custom,
When climbing the hierarchy an eager workers’ hike.
He’s not killed five people, an individual’s sadness,
Another quinquennial would see America great again,
With Covid faced squarely and firmly by flatness,
Joe Biden will take it as efficient, practical and fain.
Let the people speak from the Representative’s House,
Not one view, but proffering all view’s to regulate,
Bold with speech, he’s turned the stiff upper clouse,
Into commerce’s flutter, so please give a vulgate.
Dominique Webb
There is a soft, gentle light
Which inspires my heart and life
To reach beyond my doubts
Toward the dreams that I have
Deep within my soul, always alive
Dancing to the fires that reside
In my spirit, alight with desire
To discover the inspiration
That comes from going beyond
Walls built by fear and discouragement
There is a whisper of grace
Peppering my muse with purity
Arising from knowing true love
Coming down to us from God above
Enlightening and stirring up the passion
Swathed in hues of sweet sensations
Which melt away the hardened edges
Of one who knows prayer is always
Welcome, wiling to sooth away pain
And silence the fear that disheartens
There is a friend who lives in heaven
Who knows our worst grief and anguish
He listens to the pleas from His children
With a open ear and readiness to give
Answers which comfort the worst hurt
Easing all twinges of sadness with the
Joy that comes from His spirit’s guidance
The wisdom of knowing Him fosters love
That lives through any amount of weariness
And wakens the heart to true acceptance
Spending today
whilst wiling away
each hour
each minute
each second
Pottering about
doing nought
I am feeling
relaxed as can be
For today I have spent
with delightful intent
bathing in words
luxuriating in bubbles
with poetry cleansing my soul
erasing my troubles
sploshing
and splashing
I swim in her poetry puddles
just like Singing in the Rain
I love playing this game
becoming Gene Kelly again…
Written on 2nd March 2020 after spending a delightful day writing and reading mine and others poetry on Poetry Soup - indulgent and decadent yet oh so peaceful...
Contest Strand Choice B
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
22 May 2021
Contest Name What Brings You Peace
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
1st PLACE
Rebecca and Isaac had twins
As different as different could be
A hunter was Esau, a man of the field
A scholar was Jacob, a dweller in tents
The same mother, the same father
the same education, the same home
Yet one stayed put, while the other roamed
The lesson seems clear, for eyes wiling to see
Environment takes a backseat to heredity
Wiling away
my way
or the thorough
fare up front
if you know
what to look for
wiles do
have a very fine sheen
as you go
do it fast or slow
always bouce
make everyday count
be wiling
be fulfilling
be apart give from the heart
MAKE EVERYDAY
THINKSGIVING
yea I’m in high school living daily by the rules while the others are
doing stuff that they think is cool they always claim the teachers are
cruel but really they are just trying to help us young ones make it
through some kids run from the truth due to the life they have been put
through some parents don’t give a crap or two but some blessed
deny the fact that parents are there to see you through I’m writing
this verse from me to you some kids raised in the ghetto have a
place where morals don’t fit in their schedule all you have to do is
is fight to strive for anything you believe and be wiling to achieve
willing to succeed you just have to believe you can whoever you
want to be we shouldn’t play with our grades like it’s a game but
wanting our education to build into a career one day some of yall
are focused on the wrong thing the ig and twitter names are nothing
but a game yall talk 24/7 about money, dope, and fame but yall need
to focus on the right thing just put your mind to it and you can be
anything once again I say yea I’m just the average kid in high school
just trying to find my way
Above the oceans,
the painting shan't remember,
you shall rustle me sweetly,
i wake eagerly,
on our outings,
below the nose,
the dale cannot shimmer,
i think i forgot to tell you that,
i love you,
yes!!!i love you so much,
even when i offended you,
you pretend as if you offended me,
and you forgive me,
how sweet is this love???
i bet i can't find any other love like this,
even though other people tempt me with their love,
but it wasn't like yours,
oh!!! i can't believe you just broke my heart,
after all my trust,
i tried begging you,
but you turned deaf ears,
you left my heart shattered,
but someone came into my life,
and fixed it,
yes!!! to fix it,
now i'm deeply in love with the person,
the name is JESUS,
how sweet is this name???
in fact, he is the reason why i'm alive today,
now we are together,
and i doubt if anything can come between us
ARE YOU WILING TO LOVE THIS SAME PERSON????
There Will Come A Time…
There will come a time…
I shall cease to be.
One day, my heavenly father will be calling me!
There will come a time…
This home will be mine no more!
For one day soon, I’ll arrive
at “heaven’s shore.”
There will come a time…
My body will be “trading places>”
I shall be up yonder...
With “angelic faces.”
There will come a time…
I’ll not have to ponder.
When the roll of heaven is
“called up yander!”
There will come a time…
My life will surely be blessed.
As I hear my savior’s call;
“enter into heaven’s rest!”
This time I speak of will happen soon.
I’ll be in a heavenly mansion’s room!
How much time you have left.
However you may live…
Won’t you come to Jesus?
He’s so wiling to forgive!
HE offers life eternal. And has YOU
and ME in mind!
This is the day of salvation!
Now is the accepted time!
By Jim Pemberton
The ruling, wiling format
accustomed to its mitt,
concerned with daily door mats
to will their lifeless wit!
The cloister of content staff
all theirs, all ours, all kit
Ne're once restricting floor mats
approval as their gift!
Enhance no me're adjournment
I am not here to flit,
the truth in essay's crow spat
is sameness, sameness, spit!
And so, grave not my gross craft
that essay of de script
the truth in escrow's culled hat
remit, remit, remits!
The same old story's lulled shaft
continuations rift
to fill, to write, a form in
relating to its shift!
This labor's just a bore-in
remove me from the raft
my walk away just score in
I owe you only that!!!
The son of sun is a strange man.
He looks at you and makes you shine.
He is bright and ripe, kind and thoughtful.
The man himself is a fact in time he cannot live nor die.
when i look and ponder at the sky i know hes there
He shines on those with sadness in their hearts.
He Lifts their feelings as they sigh and cry.
For a new day dawns he is up and wiling
Lifting spirits and healing souls.
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