Waste

Paul F. Lenzi's avatarPoesy plus Polemics

"Wasted Life" Digital Art by gearlock From deviantart.com “Wasted Life”
Digital Art by gearlock
From deviantart.com
dicing time
nibbling life
busy building
false towers
on leasehold
of somebody
else’s estate
fallow shadows
of kernelstones
germinate waste
stillborn seeds
render naught
from what might
have been save
for misguided
priorities lost
to untended
potential self
sadly subsumed
in malpractice
of pride only
realized too late
one more man
none will care
to remember

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Where You Need to Be

Pat Cegan's avatarSource of Inspiration

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You can do great things
but only if you
are in the place
where they need
to be done.

Do not wait
for life to call
nor sit at home
wondering why
your life feels
incomplete.

You can not escape
unhappy times
but you can move
through them with
grace, knowing they
will be resolved or
at least will fade away
with time.

Always focus on the solution
not on the problem.

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Release

Bird

 

RELEASE

Fly to the high sky
Fly away, there is nothing
On Earth for you now

Fall Rains

Fall Rain

 

FALL RAINS

They came along cold
Those chilling rains of fall tide
Inward time’s hither

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla

Untitled Haiku

I look left then right
There is no answer in sight
Searching stays the heart

 

 

Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla

Seasonal Haiku

Autumn.snow

 

Seasonal Haiku (or two)

Autumn breezes blow
The world turns inward and mute
Winter shields the grave

***

A shaking tree limb
Be free of the whipping wind
Blanketed by snow
Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla

Killer on the Train

KILLER ON THE TRAIN

Your energy envelops me
Wraps me in ice

A grip I cannot escape
Is of a killer on the train

Bold and egotistical
You’re aware of how I feel

I feel you
I turn to look at you

Your head swivels my way
Your eyes meet mine

How did you know I’d look?
I guess evil has its way

We’re looking directly at one another
Your eyes on mine

You’ve seized me
I cannot move

I will not back down
Cannot hide from you

Are you wondering in the least about how I know?
No

Our eyes are locked together
Three seconds seem like minutes

I’m studying you
You’re daring me – Don’t stop

Your round eyes
Abysmal and black

Are you afraid? – your eyes challenge
I am not

Not of me?
Not of you

Only the special can see
I see

The train slows
He lets me go

I survived
Because I acknowledged

A killer on the train

Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla

Cancel Morning

Paul F. Lenzi's avatarPoesy plus Polemics

"Winter Home at Night" Painting by Tom Hoy From fineartamerica.com “Winter Home at Night”
Painting by Tom Hoy
From fineartamerica.com

what grows in the winter but the cold
pushes lengthening fingers of frost
along sidewalks and down dead-end streets
up the stairs into parlors no purpose
at hand but to freeze every clock and
with that put a stop to the end of the night

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On the Books: Harry Potter collector sets Guinness World Record