"If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life." -Thoreau
Ní mar a dtarraingím mo chuid anála ach mar a dtugaim mo ghrá a bhfuil mé i mo chónaí
(Not where I breathe but where I love, I live)
I brink
sit here falling
tense
perching
finding purchase
like a pier
sit there patiently falling
toes in the void
'For sale: baby shoes, never worn'. Hemingway
The gazelle grazes the grass
'tis a mouth-watering sight
But the predator stays still
delaying the luscious bite
And when the time is ripe
it makes the killer swipe
Sorry for what? No reason to be sorry dude. Perhaps I should be sorry for responding in an unnecessarily terse tone. That came from playing in forums at work, and I am sorry if you took any offense whatsoever. On that note...
Watch close
as bread
becomes
fresh -blink-
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
Thanks for all the entries!
jajdude: You made a good point about parents expecting their children to be patient when they aren't themselves.
BookBeauty: You provide good advice on how to practice patience.
Pendragon: I agree that it sometimes takes time to find the right words.
cacian: I enjoyed the alliteration throughout and the close rhyme with "self", "felt" and "melt" and idea of "abstaining" associated with patience.
moonbird: The impatience of forced waiting can lead to desperation. It seems like someone is dying, but they are waiting for a relative to arrive before they do so. However, I might have misinterpreted this.
breathtest: This seems like falling in a dream. I like the alliteration on the "p" sound.
phoenixtears: The predator needs patience as well.
krymsonkying: I would think the bread would get stale as one watched, but perhaps it is baking. It reminded me of the saying that a watched pot never boils.
I enjoyed reading them all. Now I have to make a choice on the winner who will be the one to provide the next topic.
And the winner is breathtest!
Congratulations!
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Congratulations!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Thank you YesNo and congratulations to Breathtest!
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Thanks guys. I really liked all the other poems so it was stiff competition as always! Thanks YesNo for appreciating mine enough to select it.
The topic for the next one will be IDENTITY.
I'm thinking of the 31st March as a deadline, but if anybody thinks a week longer than that would be better then just let me know.
'For sale: baby shoes, never worn'. Hemingway
Keeping Things Straight in the Midst of an Argument
I am I, and, well, you're you.
We've proven it when fighting, too.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
identity identity
do you have it to speak for thee?
for I know who I am to be
I know my name with clarity
I only speak with verity
and radiate sincerity!
from here and on
I am the one
that pride myself all merities
my brevity thou speakest for me!
identity identity!
have you others ,something to add ?
speak now or else hold on to thee!
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it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
who am I?
why?
does it matter?
I am me...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
i?
not i.
you.
If we find the answer, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason-- for we would know the mind of God.
-Stephen Hawking
the invisible girl caught
her reflection in the mirror
looking back at herself
neither recognised the other
Me, Myself & I
Caught between
self, I am divided
against myself.
There is no me
only a we.
Living many
secret lives
which to me
remain a mystery.
Am I the reality?
or am I the dream?
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Eternal Happiness
Exaltation improves
upon the achromatic
at its
maximum lightness
It forges the
ultimate identity...
That of a
lightness of being
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
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tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
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