"slowdown" poems
When it pours she finds the rainbow
In the sun she lets the wind flow
Through her sun-kissed auburn hair
Til the scent of perfume fills the open air
When it’s cold she lies real close to me
Til we breathe together in harmony
And get lost inside a dream
Waking up into a love supreme
When I’m late she says, “Don’t drive too fast!”
When dessert comes out we like to make it last
And give each other one more special chance
To make love with just some cheap romance
She’s the killer of all my doubts and woes
Wherever she goes the butterflies follow
If I lose a job she says, “You’ll find another”
She wants a grandkid for my darlin’ mother
When she cries it takes the man outta me
Knowing I’m not being what I know I can be
So we cheer up with a slowdown moonlit dance
And make love outta cheap romance
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
A sea of voices murmuring
At the ballpark in the afternoon.
Shouts of "Hot dogs! Foot-long hot dogs!"
And chanted hometown cheers
Fill the sweltering summer air.
Men with wooden sticks and leather gloves
Play a nation's beloved pastime.
And I watch enraptured by the rhythm,
Sounds and smells of this place.
Sometimes you just need a slowdown of life,
A weekend dedicated to the melding
Of past, present, and future,
A getaway into the wonderful world of
BASEBALL.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
Have you heard about our tennis player?
She is our first singles slayer,
She can serve and she will probably hit you with an ace,
She is impossible to replace.
She can be the sweetest girl you have ever met,
Before the game starts, we shake hands by the net,
But do not try to mess with her when she is playing the tennis game,
She could hit you with her racquet’s frame.
But let me tell you about this girl:
She can easily win the game,
Not only with her smart brain,
But also with her skills that will surely get her to the hall of fame.
If you ever see her around,
She never has a frown,
She will gladly give you a smile,
But do not forget to slowdown and take a look at her style.
You might recognize the girl,
It’s the one with the awesome curls,
You will see her around these halls,
And her pictures will be hanging on the walls.
She is our proud valedictorian,
She will forever be victorious,
One of our most outstanding students,
Oh what a big inspiration but she is clueless!
This journey has been tremendous,
So let me give a shout out to tennis,
Is the sport that brought us together,
I could not ask for anything better.
Now looking back at the place we were,
Only makes me cherish every moment I spent with her,
I will always be thankful for every advice,
That has helped us reach our own paradise.
The best I wish for her career aims,
I hope to see her in the Olympic games
And be the player she wishes to become,
I am a proud friend to see how far she has come.
I never thought I could be this close to her,
Nobody else I would prefer,
To say a “see you later”, at the end,
What a big blessing to call her one of my best friends!
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
We were driving my car
out of town a few sunsets ago.
Had just gotten from the shore,
uphill on an 80.
Every headlight
like a good newspaper headline
to your cracking Sportage leather seat—
the steering wheel as heavy
as my breathing.
Fog devours all the windows
and if the engine participates
with the general meltdown
least i can do to help myself
is call a mechanic.
Hey now
stop peeling the last
bit of skin
on your already-bleeding lips;
you’ve gone past the necessary pain
now youre just prolonging the
sight of red.
Even traffic lights
turn green once in a while.
There are no dead ends from sharp curves.
Maneuvering always seemed
like cylinder blocks on your shoulders
But now youre steady;
too steady
unmoving
and it’s scary isn’t it?
To simply be
unable.
An engine
you cannot engineer—
navigation
you cannot decipher.
Cut throat mechanism.
We’ve passed by
too many yellow lights
to forget
we sometimes need
a bit of a slowdown.
And perhaps you’re gonna
have to go through
the kind of adrenaline
that digs your nail
underneath your palm first.
The current
leads the batallion.
Even the strongest
require a running start
before the leap.
Breathe.
Twist the key in the ignition.
Drive.
The fog eventually subsides.
The mechanic eventually arrives.
What i’m trying to say is
my car broke down in the middle
of the road.
A slow descend.
I counter the shaking fist.
At least we didnt crash.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Never let the ******** get us down
The world won’t stop, won’t be letdown
The ground won’t shatter, won’t be a breakdown
The power is out, complete shutdown
Fall to the ground, facedown
Sometimes all is not okay in the comedown
Sometimes all you have to do is slowdown
Don’t make this into a showdown
Turn it into a knockdown
Quarantined, put into lockdown
Don’t let them be a putdown
This world is a freetown.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
It's a routine
and there is a disruption
Everything is fine
On the surface
Dig deeper, an eruption.
Let's believe in it
but worry is constant companion,
Hope is whimsical
It flutters and breaks
And burns again with flame.
It was a dream,
A beginning and the end,
A living breathing trend.
But a life is beyond imagination,
Ups and downs and a show.
Now to this slowdown,
We don't know,
The time in abundance
Is going to drain
A fear turning to a new name.
The year has been
straight out of some ******** movie
It is building and building
and no one knows
what kind of end it will bring.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
Up and down,
I've been letdown.
Will I drown,
In this horrid nightgown?
For I am only a clown,
Fallen face down.
They tell me to slowdown,
For I am the talk of the town.
I've achieved great renown,
My name has gone around,
My name a common noun.
Upon my head sits a crown,
In my voice a funny lown.
The earth has turned to a deep mud brown,
The grass has gone from my hometown.
I can't help but frown,
I begin to countdown.
Lost in this wedding gown,
My body so rundown.
I want to leave this small devastating ghost town.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
It appears
I’m climbing a mountain,
my whole life a spur to the top.
At the moment it feels slow going
I’m afraid to slowdown and stop.
Looking back I see many detours,
mistaken when faith grew weak.
When the way seemed easier,
or so I thought, until the
trail led me back to seek,
the true path to the crown,
to the summit, where every
breath is now thin and frail.
Reaching the pinnacle of life’s
desire, to achieve flight, not to
plummet and thereby fail.
LadyP©2013
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
a gas pedal pressed all
the way to the floor
passing all of the lights & not feeling
your heartbeat in the flicker
a quick approaching bend
(& i'm so sorry but)
how i wouldn't slowdown
the split second where time freezes
& my life flashes before my eyes
seeing a worn out repeat of
you walking away
my name rolling off your tongue
one last time
so i can hear it fade out
pinpointing the moment
i completely lost myself
chasing you but
running in place
while time speeds back up
praying in the debris
that there's a parallel universe
where you stayed
these permanent footprints
facing away from me
that show up in the pavement
wherever i go now
every single night
you were in love with me
& the accompanying bottle
the haunting resemblance of
your promises to me
in poems about him
how i've got nothing else to bet on
because you were my all in
this fire you've started
in a forest that was never yours
how much time we would have had
if we measured it in the moments
i loved you the hardest
my apology for
missing you this much
even though you're still here
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
I just felt a raindrop
I just felt a drop of rain
it won't make the pain stop
nothing can stop the pain
it's like a slowdown
and I am going down slow
I feel so lowdown
I feel so down low
I start to backslide
when memories slide back
it's like a black mind
it makes my mind black
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
a new poem (words, words, words but another drug), bolt upright, uplight, reattach yourself to the liquid of the music,
soothe the irritation, slowdown the shaking hand,
give god or his creatures, the nocturnes and sonatas,
a chance to restore the pounding of the chest to a leveling
equanimity
to no avail, the sleep angels have fled from the
forest fires in the chest, and the helicopters must quench
with the commence of dropping clouds of wet words,
when, when will I be released from a life that has no
easements
words, words, words but another drug, a habit that gives
everything but a temporary state, every poem nothing but
another her, another lady puncture in my restless body,
another juncture, where all your choices are the way of
error
the high will last, shorter each one, but the track will exist
for all the time, a token of human foolishness, the more is
the inevitability of the ending, writ, drawn a little closer,
and comes with a hand written spongy-apology begging for
existing
in his notes, motes, dust mites of titles, single verses,
elegies, essays half written, passing thots claiming to
want to be wannabes, this appears and it's a perfect
ending
there is no security in poetry, only the unresolvable
man in his perfect certainty, never was, nevermore, n'ere will be never, and one poet walks a razor's edge, that is his three tenses struggling for mutual coexistence, one of
a calming beauty, a dark glory, a perfect closing, choosing
a final solution, a belief in relief, that simultaneously
engraves, erases, and
equates
another new poem fissures to the surface, and the palpable
is a magician's illusion, a trick, a feat of dismemberment,
an excise of a piece, a drink, a Tennessee whiskey of him,
an emission that never gains remission status, all this fakery,
a new poem (words, words, words but another drug),
excellent, worthless and self-
effacing
{|||}
3:48am-5:46am
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
The old clock doesn’t work!!
I missed its sound !!
Tic tock tic tock
Time is running ,it’s not a joke ...!
Slowdown please ....why are you so quick?!
Tic tock, Tic tock
Stop this sound , it gives me a shock !!
I woke up at 9 o’clock...
I glanced at my phone clock..
The screen was very dark ...
It seems anarchy !Sorrows !Miserable!!
That very hot day in September when
my body was hot ....
My eyes got wet!
I wasn’t able to see anything,
Just black and white like a dim light at a dark night..!
The lights of the house, where have you been?
Tick Tock tick Tock
That day has opened my destiny book ..!
My home was surrounded by cars , and
he has left by a big car,
The doors were opened !!!
My mother’s face was very sad..!
I fell down , I couldn’t stand
Empty handed ;hold my hand
The light of the house was concealed by sand ..
He passed away!!
He passed away!!!
It is a somber day ..A day without him.
And I still remember, that Monday ;the mid of September!!
I lost my mind and I lost my temper,
You know why it’s hard to forget and l keep remember..
Cause on that day I lost my friend and I lost my father..!
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
Speedy data transfer vine
indexed in junk DNA
Instantanious communication
no possibility of delay?
Holo-fractal hookups.
Is everyone on the line?
or
are we listen--ing too slow
are our ears to big to tell
ack from nak, yes from no
The solution? maybe
Quantum time!
Just one eternal grandfather clock
with only a TIC,
never a TOC
delays maybe caused by reneade gyres
like intestellar,
"slowdown feller"
invisible, swirls, with gushing spires.
E-fracting for minutes, hours, years
decades, eons, epics and more.
As pools of whirls slow,
there appear open doors.
but
The locks are no where to be found
The keys?
All scattered on the floor.
What is that, hissing sound?
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
I am envisioning a world of bots,
pulling us into the black hole
of innovation and technology,
with no trees, no schools, no collages,
nothing that is bricks and mortar.
Can you envisage a life on man-made oxygen?
Can you imagine the fantasy world
in movies becoming our real world?
I'm being ingenuously curious,
how long before
a plethora of machines and bots,
a metallic universe created by man,
replaces everything we have lived for?
A few more countable years perhaps.
Just the thought sets me off in trepidation.
I wish to somehow freeze and slowdown
the evolving era so the living flesh and blood
could be prepared for what they are about to face.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Exactly what happened?
Was it stolen?
Was it lost?
Forgotten something
Exactly what happened?
What was thought to be going on in mind at the present moment of time is no longer anywhere in the mind
A moment has been forgotten, if not then probably it has been lost along with the flow of time
Something got definitely skipped out of mind
Exactly what was it?
A precious moment in time
It had got something with regards to the future in the present, but the moment has been lost
It’s the ability to think beyond and think again that leads to waywardness and adds confusion
Nothing else
Nothing more
Seldom it’s the ability to think deeply and in detail that leads to slowdown in thought process
As of now what else can be done?
Squeeze out yourself, take a deep breath, take it easy, relax for a while
Stop pondering over each and everything
Be normal, follow routine
Definitely you will be able to retrieve the moment which was lost
The lost moment will definitely be found
It will take time, but definitely it will be found
Then the time will come to take the next step
Till then live in the present to the best of your abilities
Definitely something which was lost will be found, if not recovered instantaneously prior.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC
I close my eyes and the story starts
I am standing there,
You say you’re fine, I know
you better than that,
So don’t you worry your
pretty little mind,
Staying back and watching me shine,
I go back to December
all the time, I agree,
I fake a smile so he won’t see,
And I heard you moved on, oh slowdown,
You are being too loud, you need to
calm down,
Oh, my God, who is she?
But I promise that you’ll never
find another like me,
I check it once, then I check it twice,
In my mind, saying it’s gonna be alright,
Let’s hear the applause,
Maybe I got mine, but you’ll
all get yours,
‘Cause baby now we got bad blood,
And now I am just waiting
for it all to turn RED…
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 11:49 PM UTC
I’m shirtless after
getting too hot in the best kitchen stool spot
It’s where the dog will leave me alone for a sec
It’s a weird winter
every year now, but they say the Great Lakes are
the best place to ride climate change out
It’s been too cold, now it’s getting too hot for this time of year
so the old Watkins Glen hoodie was too much
I almost ripped the front neck like an 80s girl
but I didn’t have the strength
If walks are still out of the question,
I better start doing physical comedy
around the house like Three's Company because
I said I was going to
We could have had it all
we still could
We reached peak performance
we almost reached Star Trek replicators
The whole world enjoying life saving advancements
over a hundred years
Only for it to decline for the first time
instead of just sabotaged into a slowdown like before
Those billionaires want to stay relevant
Even though they’re beyond useless
They’re a detriment to our democratic progress
just to preserve their status as economic royalists
who decry the decline of Victorian social deference
Remember Kurt Vonnegut talking about his school
in the era of almost proficient public funding?
He was excited to have a jazz band
Until these types of things were deemed unimportant
for those who may need them most
Now we have the technology to exceed the speed and competence
of the 80s, 90s, and aughts
but the the profit motive just gets stronger and more depersonalized
We’ll teach them to fish by killing them all
Jan 23, 2024
Jan 23, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
The slowdown
and The fading through.
Another year.
Here's me and you.
Our Tribe,
beneath
the burning Sun.
Beneath the star's
like everyone.
All the corners of the world,
So many tongues
So many words.
Lost
All under the same sky.
A thousand
million
reasons why.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Heavens Gate
By Joeysguy
All through life we may move slow
Not like watching the grass grow
At times were in a hurry
We don’t stop or slowdown to worry
When we get older we do slowdown
Our skin may wrinkle and look like a frown
The only time were never late
When were going up to heavens gate
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Questers of truth
With mystical souls and mystery minds
Once in awhile need a rewind
Slowdown the pace
And seek for places and spaces that
reignite the spirit and water the soul
Seeking for places and spaces that speak peace and fill the mind with ease
Seek places and spaces that bring uttermost connection
A home away from home
A haven
© Sonia Ettyang
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 4:38 AM UTC
I guess
I've been feeling listless
Physically I'm well
But I'm far from my best
I really want some excitement
But I don't know where to find it
I'm in a life based rut
But
I'm breathing, healthy and strong
And I know this slowdown won't last for long
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
I want the people knowing they made Day,
If that’s the case; or no case... make another day;
-Hey, I don’t want to turn into Malcolm or Michael;
I just wanna be what I wanna be...
Kovu, Mushu, Samuel; Bruce Lee -pure mind, **** Bill, Ip Man currency;
Me and my friends are under the sea,
Ernie and Bert are on Sesame Street,
They naughty away, displaying heart break; one day they’ll say it’s egregious;
Down here, -whales
-Nobody beat us,
Deprive us from our freeness, or leave us for our weakness,
There’s no place more exquisite, diabolical; omniscient like under the sea...
I just wanna live young, fall hard, talking love; fog season...
Can I be a petitive anomaly?
Can I be condescending pompously?
Can I touch on your skin and examine your eyes like there’s no bound to thee,
Can we slowdown the time to entwine minds and be,
One with our breath before the first drop of sweat electrify our senses to heal and define divine as we activate dormant currents in spine?
You don’t notice me but in time you will,
This connection is bigger than the Wachowski’s “Red Pill”...
Girl you must understand...
I wanna be your man, like Morpheus and Carrie Anne.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
I'll take you to all the places you ever been
Because you wana see the planet with me again
Yea I'm sucessful
I'm richer then reuplicans
More sucessfule the the Walton's and..
I can make life begin again
Time is fast and you need to slowdown and live again. Quit your job and let me give you happy sin
***** relegion we can climb laws with out Moses.
Let's be ourselves and let the mansions build
I can make you the women who never gives
Reality hardship.
I can show you what love us.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
i'm in therapy now
and it's helping
but it's not.
i am so aware,
so aware that i feel anxious
so aware that my leg is moving at amillionmilesperhourandicantstop
so aware that i have just s
c
r
a
t
c
h
e
d my face
so aware that my face is red
and i also know what to do about it
but i'm too anxious
too aware
to do so
andmythoughtsaremovingsofast
sofasticantprocessthemallatonce
ineedtoslowdown
slowdown
slow down
s l o w
d
o
w
n
stop.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
Struck by a stranger beauty
ignored but not forgotten
ignored but can't deny
the time made way to thee
seeking to hide in friendly wise
the heart so full of hardihood
ignored but not forgotten
the wall of faithfulness was tall enough
to conceal this feelings for thee
my heart, mind and soul clashes once again
ignored but can't deny
His words to me are concrete, yet
your lovely eyes weakens it
inner battle has started ego vs super ego
ignored but can't deny
heart beats fast but must slowdown
fade far away, disintegrate and melt
this wicked feeling of mine reminds me
of a dead man i was before that
has been save and made alive
must forgot but I won't deny
I will never forget those lovely eyes
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC