He can't wait to move out
since he's grown up- but the problem is
that he has no car and has no job,
he's wise enough to understand
that he cannot live as a freeloader
be forever dependent on his parents
he's a grown man not a little boy
problem is he has no car and has no job,
he must obtain these things himself
the question remains: "how?"
his days are restless and his nights are sleepless
itchy with impatience, where the balm to soothe?
He can't wait to move out and live a life of his own
problem is that he has no car and has no job,
opportunity rarely comes his way
eventually his decision is to sneak out the door
with his backpack filled with essential items.
He left the nest in the early morning hours...
Three-Legged Table
As I drove through an old neighborhood, I spotted a garage sale sign.
I pulled off to the side of the street. With impatience, I couldn't get out
of the car quick enough. Right in front of the drive sat a vintage,
small drop-leaf, three-legged, brass lion claw Duncan Phyfe red mahogany table.
The price was outrageously cheap. I could not resist in buying this magnificent well-kept antique table. I managed to put it in the trunk and securely tied
a rope to the trunk lash so, it would slightly close and the table wouldn't fall out while I drove home.
high expectation
valuable old treasures
arouse excitement
In my living room, well-polished table sits. An old fashion crochet doily is used as a coaster for a vintage Fenton Hobnail milk glass with ruffle edge vase, filled with fresh cut gardenias, and a pair of matching candleholders.
antique possessions
constructed with great prudence
ages have long passed
time changes ever so slowly
one tick tock at a time
click click click click
moving even more slowly
the last hour of work
or a long day in a hospital
watching someone trying to leave this plane
tick tick tick
click click click
each moment creeping more slowly
than the last tick
and the one before
time trying to stand still
filled with impatience
so incredibly slow now….
she stares into her crystal ball
anticipating the gods are here tonight
she does not wait long
message is clear
she has no opinions about her mission
a mere implementer of a greater good
selfless and self-assured, she resolves to fulfil her mission
understanding she will not be left alone until she does
the candle flickers as she asks questions of her angels
They answer in a variety of ways, but she has studied them
She understands their language
Her power animals begin prancing their paws with impatience
They never like it when she taps into the angels first.
She senses Little Wolf now. A spirit guide.
The snake hisses, now they have to wait for them?
I write upon lust and love
Though neither are easy,
lust and love persist freely
Two truths seen from above
One of lust, One of love
Running with impatience and clocking duration
Lust and love in strife as we walk in shadows of doubt
Fire and desire, greed in need
What can solidify everlasting? Our smile, our discourse
Or other attractions.
Lust and love be not blamed , our reasoning is humane.
I’m a rhymer all-the-timer
And a follower of rules.
I’m afraid of crowded places
And of virus molecules.
I’m a reader and a leader
In resisting any change.
I’m content with my surroundings;
Feel no need to rearrange.
I am jealous and I’m zealous
When it comes to kith and kin.
I’m competitive in sports and games
And always play to win.
My complacence with impatience
Means, for me, there is no cure
And when stressed I freak out quickly.
(I’m not proud of that, for sure.)
Introspection and reflection
Are what all these hours can do.
What’s the point of all this knowledge?
I don’t really have a clue.
doctor can you
see me now
i'm the patient
with impatience
i grew up in an
age of war of
racism for me
with little
anxiety
but
then they threw
in the words
space
race
and i winced
when the
starting
gun went
off
forever plant in g
in me
a certain sense of
tension like stretching
these wor-were-words
where we're now
worried
i live a life in
competition
so to survive
i need to
forge t a
bout lag
time
there once was
a selfserved me
generation but
they died out
selectively
but the adapt
able evolved
ones created
what is now
the seemingly
unreality of
now not
then but
now
doctor
give me
a sedative
now
Love, whose will hasn't shaken
Leaving all in your path blazing
Not a victim, yet this heart has been taken.
An infinite wonder which's simply amazing.
Seems that I recall your fragrance.
Say I'm crazy, well we're both insane
Desiring has me brimming with impatience
A fatal attraction nearing us to pain.
Full of hurt, love isn't seemingly superb.
Inducing me with you touch like a masseuse
You caught my heart, love is not just a verb.
Reeling me with your eyes, you seduce
This love forbidden, like the sweetest taboo
Safeguard my heart as I bid adieu.
A red bird, motionless
A cardinal rare to my city eyes
And almost indistinguishable
From it’s neighboring autumn leaves
Crimson and rusty,
Feathered with impatience
For winter.
A red bird
Silently invisible
Aside from a telling
Twitch, or a quiver, or the flexing of wings
The blink of an empty eye.
A red bird
Enviable and unenviable
And all to itself as it
Considers not a thing
Except whether to take flight
Or stay perfectly still.
Maybe in another life
We can finally get this right.
Meanwhile, I’ll be waiting here
With impatience so severe.
I’ll try to get you off my mind.
Hopefully I will, with time.
Maybe we’re not meant to be
And there’s someone better for me.
It’s a notion I don’t want to believe
That our love is ill-conceived.
So I’ll hold onto hope a little longer
And tell myself to just be stronger.
I hope that my heart can endure
Because this love’s worth fighting for.
Fingers go numb and twitch with impatience
Please make my eyelids dance with visions
I often sit at red lights
feeling like a voyeur
peering into car windows
playing a guessing game
who are you
where are you going
another Alfie in the world
What's it all about anyhow
and I wonder
Sometimes a driver catches my eye
but quickly looks away
pretending our eyes didn't meet
there's a law against getting personal
with those tethered to a smart phone
horns blow with impatience
ending my reverie
but I wonder
What do the Alfies seek
as they rush from place to place
worried faces without names
moving pieces on a board game
driving SUVs to and fro
which way should I go
and I wonder
First Love
I tried to sense your coming
the time and moment you would pass.
All day I pondered words to use
actions, sighs, and movements embracing you,
as you come,
I am silent, look away, eyes downcast.
I sought you in quiet moments, still rooms,
places and familiar corridors we knew.
Yet when you pass, you hurry as you usually do
with impatience and blind ignorance.
I hoped you felt the same,
the way I do.
I dreamt of you continually, at night and in the day
but night empties into mornings dawn.
The evening mist, once full of gentleness
reminded me of the you I loved and knew
but I am still alone and waiting,
now, too long.
I was just a child then, not a woman
full of fantasy and dreaming.
I had dreams of being yours and yours alone,
I was foolish and wrong.
I’m older now, mature and not loving you
and lying all the more.
Your poetry talks to me in the moody night
a voice of indigo telling me secrets of pain and love
while Luna licks my ear with impatience for my excitement,
I begin to walk faster, like a wolf on a scent, your red scent,
following shadows into sounds of howling winter
seeking just one more whisper from your passion
one more paw print in the hard snow of destiny,
will I ever find your lair of love in the cold night
I swear that I can see the copper glow of your eyes -
J.A.B.
I sit by the side of the road
While the driver changes the wheel
I do not like the place I have come from
I do not like the place I am going to
Why do I watch him change the wheel
With impatience.
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