Before dawn,
the world breathless~
heartbeats
become tethers
to the whims of fate
and old dreams
flying
out of reach.
Fickle
fate holding
our fortunes
hostage to power~
meager money eked out
from
minions of despots.
Tedious toil from dawn to dark,
a farmhands days then so harsh and stark.
The clockhands ticks round slowly by one by one,
Pa's work ending with the setting sun.
Daybreak and sunset he milked the cows,
in between with the horse and plough.
Across the fields a church bell peals
recording his monotonous ordeal.
Each day to the beerhouse his footsteps led,
then back to our cottage for supper and bed.
Us young'uns spent days gleaning the field,
a years's bread such toil could yield.
Hedgerow sloes in the market sold,
eked out the wage in our household.
Sister helped Ma with her local lace ,
round an open fireplace.
Ended her schooling afore her teens
to enlist in the domestic service
scene.
Broken Promises one fail to keep has a
condition and oftentimes one will huff and
puff when things doesn't confirm what was
lead to expect was a result of broken promises
Ought not be eked out. One should lean towards one's will give it one's own best shot
Think about others feelings, Once a child now
an adult for some hearts are fragile than others.
Some moment dreaming the middle of a day
Some hopeful dreamt touched spiritness
In sometime of a while you spent
Some place of a time when you touched
The fleeting ghosts in rightful pursuits of happiness
As a wistful sigh escapes your breath
Wafted upon a memory of where you'd rather be
Preferably not where here is this day
Help to pass the time away
Some day you say
Some day I will hold that hope
Hold it whole in my grateful heart
Echo humdrum carries on
It's ever demanding rigmarole leads you on
Scrimp and save, saves the holiday
Each tiny eked out momentary
To wish for a life better than this
Some blink of an eye dreamt in a day
Lingered on its wishful rememberance
When peaceful never was a struggle to be
Where living it in life
Is the rightful pursuit of happiness
Helps
To pass the time away
Your time away
Dream a wish for another life
Sigh then and hope it comes to pass
In the life you have
of ghosts and relationships
when we meet again
I need to talk to you
to say things like goodbye.
use words that have eaten me
slowly
as they formed one syllable at a time
grown from tears of thought
eked out over eons
of loving you.
I watched you disappear one cell
then another
until you became so thinned
so fine
sun shone through
you were but a shadow
on the bedroom wall
yes promises were made
how long ago?
yesterday perhaps
when dinosaurs roamed the backyard
the moon was huge in a soft young heart
eyes scryer for the future
yet
could only see your face
I said I would never leave
but
just remembered
you were never really there.
Yellow
beams glistening
on close growing clover-
when the lark departs is summer
over?
Tedious toil from dawn to dark,a farmhands days then so harsh and stark.The
clockhands ticks round slowly by one by one,Pa's work ending with the setting
sun.Daybreak and sunset he milked the cows,in between with the horse and
plough.Across the fields a church bell peals recording his monotonous
ordeal.Each day to the beerhouse his footsteps led,then back to our cottage for
supper and bed.Us young'uns spent days gleaning the field,a years's bread
such toil could yield.Hedgerow sloes in the market sold, eked out the wage in our
household.Sister helped Ma with her local lace , round an open
fireplace.Ended her schooling afore her teens to enlist in the domestic service
scene.
It was a day that was set so deep back in her past
For as of today it was such a dark contrast
But soon after Roe vs Wade had eked into law
This poor woman would experience her greatest fall
So as each new year so intrepidly passes her by
All those questions only grow louder as to why
And just as tomorrow will soon be here
None of these answers have ever become clear
There is nothing she can change or anything she can do
Except maybe telling her story to someone like you
For tomorrow is going to be a very long day
But it will be for young women like you that this woman will pray
For even though thirty eight years have now since past
Each year gets harder to take than the last
If anyone ever offers you an anniversary like mine
I pray to God that you will instinctively decline
Wait for hope, another sunshine,
Screams un opened, ache suppress,
Tears hold in eyes, cry less whine,
Penniless life eked out with depress,
Roving on the way with shoeless feet,
Spent dreadful life in great poverty,
Staring at shop for seeking of Sweet,
Sleep tight in roofless sovereignty,
Playing in downy mud, and quag,
Whether it's a winter or summer scorch,
These innocent child utter no nag,
Pass rest of their journey with single torch,
Being empty pockets and hands,
No mean to them for which they can,
Buy things of choice and colorful bands,
Scenario, the same for all poor clan,
Their life is full of burdensomeness,
Where no calm or rests exist,
Dawn to dusk with onerousness,
Embrace the hurdles, thorns and curvy twist.
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
The Dunce of the Class
By Elton Camp
Alas, the poor dunce of the class
He was just barely able to pass
Couldn’t read until third grade
Not many brains in that haid
About math let’s not discuss
For he rode on the short bus
But football he managed to play
That was where his hope lay
To state college he took a trip
Thanks to athletic scholarship
The dunce finally eked a degree
As a physical ed major you see
It was a coach that he then became
Director of a violent child’s game
For a few seasons, he could win
But then he couldn’t do it again
But once a coach has been hired
Very rarely is he simply fired
To the school’s lasting shame,
It was principal that he became
He still struggles to read or write
Secretary keeps him out of a tight
Academics have gone down the drain
As long as principal he does remain
The One Who Finished Last in His Class
By Elton Camp
Not all teachers have equal smarts & skill
And a less able lawyer sure gives no thrill
There are found some West Point cadets
Whose graduation the academy so regrets
And the accountant who eked his degree
From him a large number of errors you see
There’s the last-place structural engineer
To cross his bridge there’s reason to fear
The almost failed pharmacist often will
Dispense to the patient a mistaken pill
The worst graduate of the beauty school
Won’t give very good hairdos as a rule
And the chiropractor who barely got by
Won’t know the right adjustment to try
The business school grad at end of the line
Won’t produce work that will be very fine
And with a medical school it’s just the same
Yet, last-place finisher, it’s doctor we name
My
thoughts - as
words - sputter
as they’re eked out
from my wellspring of imagination.
Phrases become rhymed and metered lines that
start gushing as
I pump them
into
poems.
For Micahael J. Falotico's
Where Your Poetry Comes From" 2 Tetractys only Poetry Contest
Snow banked high against the gate
Walking to school,never late
Milk left solid on the cill
Ears well muffled,against the chill
Rationed coal,eked ,bit by bit
Fire grates, so rarely lit.
Nights of cold,run into weeks
'Til grass through iron soil,peeked.
Tedious toil from dawn to dark,
a farmhands days then so harsh and stark.
The clockhands ticks round slowly by one by one,
Pa's work ending with the setting sun.
Daybreak and sunset he milked the cows,
in between with the horse and plough.
Across the fields a church bell peals
recording his monotonous ordeal.
Each day to the beerhouse his footsteps led,
then back to our cottage for supper and bed.
Us young'uns spent days gleaning the field,
a years's bread such toil could yield.
Hedgerow sloes in the market sold,
eked out the wage in our household.
Sister helped Ma with her local lace ,
round an open fireplace.
Ended her schooling afore her teens
to enlist in the domestic service
scene.