"closures" poems
Do you see him behind me?
Stood, in mists of muddy red, with arms gesticulating;
I can't...
With opened closures.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
Love is a boulevard,
Sometimes we're in different lanes.
If all's going well, then I guess it's the same.
But what of the self-imposed roadblocks,
Or closures for repairs?
Things never gotten round to, and now
Some roads lead nowhere
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 11:32 PM UTC
You are used to being overloaded with work
That's what happens when you work in a startup
Especially a startup dealing in Recruitment
That too, not run-of-the-mill Recruitment
You specialise in niche roles
Thus, you need to invest a lot of time and effort
In order to pull off closures
Yes, a recruiter's life is never going to be easy
But Recruitment pales in comparison to Research
When you are working on a major research project
You are essentially taking part in an almost never-ending race
Against that elusive devil, Time
A race you can ill afford to lose
And the race track is far from straight
In fact, it is full of twists and turns
Some of them are even more dangerous
Than those hairpin bends you often encounter
While driving up the mountains
There are also numerous obstacles along the way
And to cap it all
There are no prizes for winning the race
On the other hand, if you lose
There will be a stiff penalty
In the form of losing the client, for ever
And what's worse
Is the fact that your credibility will take a massive beating
From which it will be quite difficult to recover
Life will never be the same again
So, you have to win, no matter what
Of course, you are used to working hard
Whether it be Recruitment or Research
So, you put your best foot forward
And work out of your skins
Putting off sleep as much as possible
Even when your body is protesting vociferously
Against this blatant abuse
To add insult to the injury
Your laptop shows you the middle finger
And your phone literally dies
Sending you into a brainfade
That would have put even Australian cricketer Steve Smith to shame
Luckily, your father's presence of mind saves the day
But your troubles are not over yet
The harder you work
The more confusing the project gets
It's like being trapped in a maze
Except that it's a thousand times worse
Because the maze is controlled from outside
As if it were a puppet
With your boss pulling the strings
Thus, the harder you try to find a way out
The more you get trapped inside
With every passing hour
Hope slowly drains out of you
Until you are forced to admit
That all you can do, is pray
And keep praying for all eternity
Hoping against hope
That Harry Potter and his friends will save the day
Feb 24, 2023
Feb 24, 2023 at 12:46 PM UTC
(of Angkor Wat)
Two years after, i still think of that
forest, where an old temple stands...
most structures are carved with intricate
designs and images...architecture was
influenced by their Khmer culture...
posts, frames and doors are stilled,
statues are tight-lipped, like frozen
witnesses...drowning in the voices
and noises of flocks of tourists,
reminding me of the noise and confusion
of my daily existence....in my own world..
i went up and down many stairs, went through
doors within doors, i lost count, while catching
my breath, wondered why there were just door
frames............silent walls, old posts, and old
trees gave a cold feel of a distant past......yet,
in my mind, an aura of magic and mystery
hovered upon the entire temple...as if ghosts
of wisdom, and lots of stories lay dormant,
imprisoned......within the structures...
two summers and monsoon seasons passed,
my thoughts on Angkor Wat, haunt me still,
and bring back my thoughts on those doors;
some doors on our paths are closed shut,
some are ajar...some open easily, but are
ignored, or feared...some, close too soon,
before we make our first step to enter...
some stay open, yet, we become complacent,
some, have no closures or finality...leaves
one in limbo....
how will we know if it's the last one for us?
how many doors more...for you? for me?
does death give an end to life's entrances?
........or, is it just a beginning?
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
January 2017
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
Quiet the noises
Shuffling in phrases
Numbing consensus
It's supposed to flow so freely
Grace is forsaken
Animated mutely
I have that smile
Someone has always seen me before
Looking worthless guile
Or maybe secret past pleasures
Just this moment in time
Not knowing forcing closures
It's better to be invisible
Being born infinite love
Always amenable
After all is said and done
The last chapter read
Laughter is the only fun
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
*Words
which burn our eyes. Punctuation
as closures; Defined
in closed throats*.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
you and me were rebels,
you and me were *** addicts,
you and me were against the world,
trying to take a stab at it,
you use to have this habit,
of walking down the street,
and chasing me down,
begging for forgiveness sweetly,
your family were all jerks,
saying this wouldnt work,
but little did they know,
sooner or later you were gonna give birth,
so we kept it a secret,
and waiting til the time was right,
with your sister snooping around,
i just stayed away for some nights,
looking at the next day,
thinking this would be over,
just to see your face again,
choosing different closures,
ill never make that mistake again,
blue hair,
covered my chest,
without a single regret,
remember that time you were single,
feeling desperate,
lights on all your walls,
pictures with all the phone numbers,
settings that couldnt be relapsed,
wishing she was a dog lover,
or my lover.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
I endure -
this is
the way of the unblessed
in a land of storms;
A moment expands -
scared river on the hills
then back
tumbling
sandwalking
in a land of worms;
Holding hope
by the beat of heart,
closures
ever birthing
in a land of proms;
And then a candle
burns through -
fragrant at night;
The blessed
have their heavens;
The unblessed,
satori;
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
I told myself long time ago
I wouldn't wait for you anymore
Though here I am, still patient
Still in love, conflicted and torn
How many closures do I need
Until I am fully satisfied
Each ending feels uncompleted
Like our souls are still somewhat tied
I tell myself I've given up on you
Then I don't but I still try
Each time I say it, it feels closer
Progressing to our final goodbye
It's hard to distance myself
When our friendship has gotten so close
It is so hard to give up on you
Even if she is the one you chose
I thought it would be easier
Now that you are no longer alone
And yet, persistently I continue
To indulge in the love I had always hoped
I want to hug you back when you hug me
Still, I can't bring myself to cross the line
I love you, you're special to me
But overall, you were never mine
Nov 8, 2018
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
*roads to take
places to go
people to meet
and shuffle to feet
we all have
hellos to say
moments to pray
cradle and grave
paths to pave
we all have
Hearts to break
Hours to wake
puzzles to try
and planes to fly
we all have
boats to row
emotions raw
Highs and lows
profits and loss
We all have
oceans to cross
closures, new doors
Dye to toss
Hammers and crows
We all have
problems to solve
push to shove
people to love
the dreams we have
we all have
laces to shoe
**** we've been through
cypher to construe
me and you
we all have
duties to do*
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
*I am witnessing
The great mauve the sky is,
The same one, as she divested
Closures from all four winds,
Cutting her hair off,
Depriving her nape of
Tickles, my cold, cold fingers,
But what can I say,
That was the afternoon
Of afternoons.
Here’s to the kiss of blue
And fire, of this very life and the next
(whatever that means).
All the cooing never got to me,
The nth star did not. So frown,
Laugh at me, but here’s what I think,
Love is not walking, nor talking, not even falling.
Love is not stop, nor go, not even wait.
Love is not probable, nor improbable,
It is certain.
Love is not right, nor wrong,
It is true.
Love is all, not us, not me, not even her, but
How I love her, all of her, with all of me
Having her, us, even if
I just have us now.
This is all,
That I can love (and I will love, I did),
And I chose loving her,
Choosing to,
Even now.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
Why can?t you say the word
The hurtful word goodbye
How long can I linger
How much longer will I cry
Have I played the fool
Been a fool long enough
Yes, I do know this,
Yet good-byes are really rough
A word I do not like
I would rather say g?day
Waiting, patiently, lingering
Still on my mind you prey
I know it will be hard
Good-byes are what I fear
Still open without closures
I dry up another tear
One day it will come
Maybe soon that fateful day
I still think its difficult
Good-bye's so hard to say
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:18 PM UTC
No one counts the grains of sand
until the last few abandon
their perch atop the glass.
We care not for the song
until the final strain of notes
fade to an eerie silence.
Unnoticed goes the sun
until its journey ends
as it kisses the western horizon.
I suppose what I mean to say,
is in a world that keeps turning,
with people that keep moving,
and things that keep changing,
we do not notice the blessings,
the beauties, or the opportunities
until their time here is done.
In absence, we find appreciation,
but in normality we find forgetfulness.
But fear not the passing things,
for in a life full of closures,
with oncoming completions,
and repeated resolutions,
in the endings we find the beginnings,
the restarts, and the chances anew
when they are least expected.
So fear not, for the hourglass will turn
and though time will not stop for you
it will also never end.
When the ballad fades to silence,
it trades places with another tune
that you will be sure to hear.
And with every sunset comes a sunrise,
so do not forget the sun tomorrow
as it caresses your skin all day long.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
Life goes on
With or without
Closures!
Love
Heartbreaks
Ghosting
Embarrassement
Guilt trips
Loss of a closed one to death
Losing close friends to distance
Insecurities
Nostalgic road trips
Will all of stories
In bits and pieces
Ever have the closures?
I doubt!
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
the dangerous things
and the alright things
working in tandem
and making excuses
for one another
and following a pantomime
of absences
and destroying the future
and destroying the future
and loving the mystical shadows
and eating their hearts out
with limitless unlimited closures
and making skills out of profits
and destroying the grounds that stand beneath
then laughing it all the way out
and bringing bad luck
at the lunchens and the meetings
and feeling unsafe and uncomfortable
and being a winner or being a loser
or perhaps seeing a winner in the eyes
and understanding fear
and worrying about something else
instead
the long treasures of a circuit
eats is way to the heart of things
and let it be exposed!
let it be wild!
let it be dangerous
and alright things
and things working in tandem
and destroying the future
and eating their hearts out
and making skills out of profits
and laughing
laughing
laughing
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
I sort my drawer
into compartments
for socks, napkins and ties
hoping to make up for
the unsorted pile in my mind
I watch the sunset and sunrise
in attempts to get the closures
and new beginnings
that I never got.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
With their freckles and flaws,
Their lips and love.
Your fingers and fights,
Heavy breathing and bites.
Beautiful Stories and ***
The emotions and Ex.
Colors and Cuddles,
Raw coffee and riddles.
Partially finished, futile departures.
Some unfinished, untold closures.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC
The rural hours poached breaths off me,
Your shadow casts dark forests on my face
More closures than I can bear,
Something rouge has entered my airspace.
I’m harbouring arboreal love,
It stands stately, shared by you
Your kindness need not extend,
As wide as the wings of the Boeing do…
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
Doors open and close
Times revise
Closures
Sight carried
Through with understanding
Make these things
Such
Dynamics
Touch hearts
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
overground ticket office closures - 30.09.18
welcome to draconian
just like poetry and criticism
jump barrier at the road caledonian
no staff on shop floor or camera crew doing voyeurism.
don't be fooled
cuts will travel benefit
vigilantes are getting up tooled
taking full advantage of deficit.
beggars and scammers are like cadbury
they are a good receiver
going to waterloo to direct to canonbury
poetry not going well with arriva.
51 stations are to be closed
not going to dent or groove
barnsbury is next to be exposed
for benefit to no paying customers it will improve.
RMT not wanting to slash
they no ticket officers play a crucial role
begging sadiq khan is **** cash
we need a human not a machine with no sole.
welcoming to the best ever city
machines are on and automatic
back to humans queen did sing with no pity
ahead of times proves so graphic.
will share my views
travelwatch get poetry online
i will be first to break the news
ticket office closures is transportation decline.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
The room ticks like a cooling engine
In a blue motel on the edge of Apache.
A tranquil night of drunks and televisions.
Poly-neon signs and road closures.
Up the road apiece, just north of nowhere,
Past the graves of Grandma and Grandpop,
There’s a place that has no business being there,
A place of cisterns and honeycombs.
A wheel in the desert, the moon on some swings.
🌙
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Sep 19, 2024 at 3:05 AM UTC