‘Thrill’ – a word that took us on many journeys! What we loved this week, was the way in which we could feel the ‘thrill’ of it, as the poems unfolded.
Where doe the word ‘thrill’ take you? What has given you a thrill in the past? How was that experience fro you? Once again, it was a word that opened the door to what lies within – feelings, thoughts, capabilities… whatever it brought, it gave us an opportunity to look at it, and notice.
We hope you enjoy our poems this week.
Feel free to comment or pass on for others to experience these short journeys.
The next week’s word is ‘genius’
Hope to see you there.
The television is on
All others channels foregone
The Powerball draw has begun
Tonight’s prize is a Jackpot
Imagine if I won
It would certainly be a shock
So many times I’ve dreamed
Tonight will be the night
My random numbers will drop
All my financial worries
Will be wiped
And a new life to adopt
Here comes the first ball
I can see it’s a ten
You beauty
Let the next be a seven
It is I’m in heaven
Come on twenty two
It’s about time to show yourself
Yes thank you
Three out of three
One more I get my money back
Here it comes Yes thirty nine
If the next one to fall is an eight
Now that would be sublime
It’s not it’s a twenty eight
The thrill comes tumbling down
The next number is not mine
Nor the next nor Powerball
My feelings leave me bereft
The excitement that lived
In my expectations is unfulfilled
Sure I got my money back
The winnings in my account
Waiting for me to once again
Lose it down the lotto drain
All to fuel the thrill
Of the unlikely probability
In winning millions
Still to be fulfilled.
PJRÂ Â Â Â 16.01.2023
Was it worth it?
All the training over 4 weekends
All the waiting for the calm?
Here I am
Squashed in like sardines
Just for the thrill
I am having second thoughts
The risks are high
Injury or death a possibility
It is so uncomfortable
So little room
With the danger of triggering the lump in front of me
The third thoughts include
Why was I so ‘gung-ho’?
It was also for charity so…
The fourth thoughts became feelings
Fear, dread, regret
How did it come to this?
Ah yes the answers flowed
For the thrill, views and peace
I hope that is the reality, otherwise…
We have reached the moment
Hope my training kicks in
It is time…
We all shuffle forward to our fate
In single file all 20 of us
We can see the ‘gate’
The first one goes
We can hear his scream
As he disappears fast
The next one does not want to go
If he does not
We are all trapped
I am feeling increasingly nauseous
I should not have had that breakfast
I am willing the ‘hesitant’ to go
Those in charge shout
‘Look up, look out, GO!’
…they push him out
The food is rising in my oesophagus
There are 4 people ahead of me
Hope they do not take long
None of those hesitated
Their screams sounded elated
It will soon be me (gulp)
My fear of the fate that awaits
Is overridden by my need for fresh air
Vomiting would be an awful option
It is my turn
I shuffle forward
‘Look up, look out, GOoooo!’
I am out, the fresh air slaps my face
My scream leaves me so fast
That I hardly hear it
My fall is suddenly braked
It slows to gentle descend
Ahh, the peace, the views
Until… I hit the ground
My training enabled me to avoid injury or death
I no longer feel nauseous…..
RELIEF!
(NRS)
The orchestra begins, quietly serene
How enchanting to hear, as the curtain is raised
The dancers swan across the stage
Excitement, as the prima ballerina appears
Her feet so agile and precise
The dancers unison is something to behold
Their feet engage with the violin
They flutter with the flute
Emotion so overwhelming
A silent tear rolls down my cheek
Dancing with skill, the villain appears
He covers the floor with his magic
The mysterious music with a wicked tone
Helps the rogue perform a leap
To capture the princess for him to own
Crescendo, the hero arrives,Â
Saves the day, villain obsolete
Curtsy, bouquets standing ovation
Ah, the thrill of it all
As I leave to face the outside world
CCon 17th Jan 2023
Some take a pill
to get that thrill
Or jump from a car
that’s a dill
It seems…
there’s
not enough shrill
in the usual run of the mill
So their
human will
sends a chill
As they
seek to be fulfilled
despite the blood spilled
Walking towards
what could kill
and be long time still
Walking past
nature’s fill
oceans krill
fish’s gill
pelican’s bill
an open sill
Knowing
the drill
that some just like the grill
While
others prefer frills
to avoid the ills
Whichever the way
just want to say
With
thrills that dare
please take care
TLaB 16th Jan 23
