Clouds endlessly float
beyond broad horizon
Clusters of soft cotton
Light and Oh so fluffy
Only to be held so high
Up up and away we go
Drifting through the air
Slowly releasing wetness
Tribute To The Blind
Also this is my entry for
With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.
His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.
He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.
He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.
(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,
Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.
© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
white on blue
tears wave to
pain on cue"
~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
A new beginning
Doth' adorn your feet
In the life
The Heavens' shall
And sprout forth
The seed's of your
Do you find your-self?
With-OUT a Ladder
And just don't know
What to do
Try the Law
Fore only good things'
Will come back to you
Plant yourself a Seed
And then you shall have
Just give it a little time
Soon you will be able
For the very first time...
I am the magic bean,
Pretty seed among the grains.
I am the matriarch of beauty;
Check at my mascara if I lied.
In my house I keep a pool,
Wherein I bath everyday;
In sun or rain check me out,
Shinning I am like a diamond.
I have come to build you life
And repair all the ailing parts.
I am the miraculous matron;
Life I give to all abundantly.
Fear not oh you the indigent.
I have made me so affordable
And prepare for you vicariously
To be ground or fried for growth.
Your children I shall nurture
From cradle to manhood.
Fear not to deliver multiple twins,
You give me oil, I shall fix the rest.
All of My Dreams'
Should not be beset
All of the inclinations'
And what is to be....
An adversary friend once told me
that " Sticks' And Stone's May break
But, name's will never
Hurt Me "
So, I hit Him in the head
With a stick
And throw Him off the banister....
That was the beginning of the break
In a once troubled relationship.....
Just the same.. I thank him for his
Help in the resoultion of this problem
Because, He was really starting'
To get on my nerves'.............
*****Moral to the story*****
When you make a suggestion, alway's
Make darn sure that you are perfectly willing
To follow threw......
Don't just lay back
And form your own
Don't let some-one
The final decision
To say the least
Have to give you
Calculating and cruel
It poses as your friend
A sense of achievement.
Jealously guarding the relationship
Until it infiltrates
Every cell of your being
And claims you
As its own.
I love you so much
I want to sleep with you
for two whole days
and then up to
time to work again.
I bet it would make us both
feel really, really
DEBT MADE ME BITTER
CREEPING BENEATH MY NOSTRIL LIKE LITTLE CRITTERS
DEBT HAVE ROB MY JOY AND DREAMS
DROWNING ME THROUGH AN UNREWARDING STREAMS
I HAD MADE A PLEDGE
TO PAY OF THESE DEBT,
BUT WHAT I DID WAS NOT WELL KEPT
I HAD LATE FEE AND OVER THE LIMIT FEE
ALL THESE DEBT STING ME LIKE A BEE
I GOT CALL EVERY WHERE WITH HIGH INTEREST RATES
CAN'T BARELY PUT ONE GRAIN OF RICE ON MY PLASTIC PLATE
DEBT HAD DIVIDE MY FAMILY
DEVASTATING MY AUTHORITY
DEBT CAUSE ME TO LIVE IN FEAR
BARRICADE MY EYES WITH TEARS
DEBT DOESN'T WANT YOU TO SAVE MONEY
ONCE YOU ARE TRAP, BOY IT'S NOT FUNNY
DEBT HAD TAKEN CONTROL OVER MY LIFE
I THOUGHT THAT I WILL NEVER HAVE A WIFE
DEBT HAS PUT ME DOWN DRASTICALLY
BUT I TRUST GOD AND HAVE FAITH AND I AM ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY
BY STANLEY JEAN JACQUES
I CRAVE FOR THE EARTHLY GROUND
DEFEATING DEBT TO RECEIVE MY CROWN
BUT DEBT HAD FLAGGED ME DOWN
I CRIED AND ASK GOD WHY
THROUGH MY CREDIT REPORT I HAVE LEARNED MY FATE
CREDIT CARD DEBT HAD DOMINATE
I NEED TO TAKE CONTROL BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE
THROUGH MY WIFE WISDOM
SHE URGE ME TO START A CLEAN SLATE
SHE ENCOURAGE ME TO FIGHT BACK
BEFORE THEY CONTINUE MULTIPLY AND ATTACK
I HAD A BAD HABIT
RUNNING, HOPING AND BUYING LIKE A RABBIT
DEBT AS BECOME MY WORSE NIGHTMARE
I SAID IT'S NOT FAIR
I NEED TO CHECK THE CHAPTER OF MY LIFE AND LOOK THROUGH MY
AND GET BACK TO REALITY
TO RECEIVE GOD KEYS TO TAKE CARE OF HIS DYNASTY.
WRITTEN BY STANLEY JEAN JACQUES
I am very lonely today. Surely,
my sorrow will last
for a life time. The Earth fell
on me. First, my boss is kicking me out, for I am not
of good use these days. Second, my Doctor says--
“You must be quarantined to prevent
the outbreak of the virus!” Yes, I am infected with
a deadly virus. I don’t know where I got it.
I worked hard and even obeyed everyone, instantaneously
to achieve my goal, my career. Shame, I over exposed--
myself. I’m dead! Now, what will I do?
I shared this bad news to my family and friends--
they were shocked! I prayed, in solitude, for help. Well, I got
a message from someone of good heart, offering me
His magic cure. Although, I can easily follow
the instruction: “Click this balloon”--
to remove the PSW.x-Vir Trojan trapped inside my body
still, I am not happy. You know why--
whaah, I am no longer a virgin and a scar is a scar!
Gone the days, when in the morn.
It felt good to be born.
Healthy,radiant and fit.
Leap out of bed, toot quick.
Now I rise with painful cries.
What troubles are in store?
No-good ships sail this shore.
Gone the smiles I used to get.
Now only disrespect.
A burden and a trial.
Cannot run a mile.
Too old for love, not a chance.
Not a second glance.
Memories gone, best not gotten.
Sooner lost quicker forgotten.
Of the future, there is none.
For an old and lonely Norm
No good ships sail this shore.
Refers to Shirley Temple and
her song " On the good ship Lollipop"
Too old for love. I hope not.
Memories never gone, I live by them.
I have had a full life and wish for more.