Best 2013 Poems
Behold the sun of two thousand twelve go
It rose on January one with pomp and show
Like dethroned Presidents of many countries whose
National wealth decline and personal grow
Two thousand thirteen ushers in
On it the people and nations their hopes pin
One more promise one more hope
Spain and Greece will climb up the slope
Portugal will once more its glory regain
New York will not be devastated by rain
Rulers and kings will perform such feat
The year will poverty and hardship defeat
Taliban and Al-Qaida will meet their doom
On the heads of Syrians death won’t loom
Deprivation and misery will rule no more
Greed and lust will see the door
Religious intolerance would be words unknown
Skies won’t see the flight of drone
Kashmiris and Palestinian’s plight will end
People would rally and freedom defend
Victory of justice protection of rights
Lust harnessed that misery invites
Human souls saved from hunger, disease
World will witness life expectancy increase
This will prove a different year
Hearts will know no tyrant’s fear
2013
I don’t remember any one moment or act that brought myself
and my friends to this moment….maybe it was the night we had
dinner at Aunt Elaine’s house….she had boiled water for the pasta in
tainted water because she had refused to update her data-chip implant,
and her filtered water had been cut off….anyway, everyone was sick
for days…..lesson all of us present heeded…. things we wanted to do like
before seemed out of reach….what with the twice-daily voice-response
activated check-ins…. and the ID line-up queue for food rations…. a guy
couldn’t just up and go fishin’ for the day….or go hiking in the woods,
at the drop of a hat….rumors flew like the wind of people I knew who
escaped to the northwoods, never to be heard from again….. some people
heard of folks arrested and taken to detention facilities….no one knew
where….everyone feared needing any acute medical care…. whether you
returned cured…. or returned at all…. was anybodys guess…. I just wanted
to go fishin’…..
just wanted
to go
fishin’
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That field of wheat
Gilded by sun
Cherished by wind
Tender received
Our bodies
Quivering.
A warm thrill
Down in my back,
In my bones,
While embracing her
In the field of wheat.
A warm thrill
Is now quivering
Down in my back
In my bones,
Thinking
To that field of wheat
italian version:
Brivido caldo
Quel campo di grano
Dorato dal sole
Accarezzato dal vento
Morbido accolse
I nostri corpi
Frementi.
Un brivido caldo
Scese nella mia schiena,
Nelle mie ossa,
Mentre lei abbracciavo
Nel campo di grano.
Un brivido caldo
Sta ora scendendo
Fremente
Nella mia schiena
Nelle mie ossa,
Pensando
A quel campo di grano
Finally perfect
high in the top the green tree
The christmas star shines
The lights are shining
all the children should sleep now
Christmas tomorrow
No children crying
a night with good sleep sweet dreams
Gifts under the tree
The wish is old and yet so real.
A peaceful Christmas I wish for you !
23.12.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
Opening day is finally here
fans will be drinking most of the beer
Red Sox and Yankees will meet
that game should be a real treat
you’ll see how rookies deal with the fear
Almighty, as we begin 2013 a new year,
Speak to us daily,YOUR words we want to hear,
On the road of life,safely steer,
Open our eyes,of evil beware,
Relieve us,of all our fears,
Encourage us to do more,the world needs care...
Almighty,2013 a new year we begin,
Hold our hands,through thick and thin,
Help us to search ourselves from deep with-in,
Encouraging YOU,to wash away our sins,
Let YOUR light,run through our limbs,
Putting evil on stand-by,no time for him...
Almighty,2013 our lives please bless,
We will chant YOUR name,YOU do the rest...
From early to late
All the people came and went
Friendly groups they were.
It was the night before Christmas
Not a sound was heard
Except for the sound of Mods
Discussing the Foxestalk message board.
The subject was a Christmas party
Which happened every year
There was always panic among them
As the dreaded day drew near.
Who should they invite?
Will there be fights a free for all.
Finally they decided
Sod it we'll ask them all.
It was to be fancy dress
And would cause much fun
They even hoped that a new fan
Cyril the squirrel would come.
At the mods headquarters
They were getting prepared
For what could be a complete disaster
So they were also getting scared.
In a long flowing Shirley Bassey dress
Moosebreath waltzed through the door
Moosebreath says I have finally come out
I'll wear dresses now for evermore.
TPH came as Bob Dylan
Trav La bleu was Elton John
Foxy was John Lennon
Captain Pancake Face Red Rum.
Mike Oxlong Father Christmas
Bellend as a xmas pud
Dangerous Tiger was Lenny The Lion
Which everyone thought was very good.
Lamby came as Nigel Pearson
Which was a big surprise
After five minutes he said
I have work I'll have to fly.
The guests arrived one after the other
Too many to name
Dressed in all types of costume
All willing to join the game.
Jordon travelled from the USA
With a mask of JFK
Spielberg was played by 21st Century Fox
The bloke in the kilt Orkney Fox
Zingari was next and looked weird
He said I am really an alien they do exist
You are in my power now
I have three eyes so do not resist.
Mattp was a late arrival
Dressed as a city gent
He said i stopped to tie a shoelace
And some tramp pissed on my face.
The party went into the night.
All full of Christmas Cheer
Thank you all for coming says Webbo
But next year someone bring some beer.
Two teams met on ice
They played strong to make a goal
Three to two the end.
naked trees on ice -
silently the night has sown
a field of white lies
Happy Thanks Giving Turkey
I guess that the final vote is in
No, not whether they are going
To eat me this year',
The fact is that there are a lot
Of Turkeys' in Washington this year
Yes.....
Their are a lot of Turkeys in Washington
And did you know that they were all
Groomed to be turkeys this year
Why? Because of the OBAMA Plan
No, not those Turkeys'
I mean the Turkeys in the White House
They voted against killing me
I am not talking about the OBAMA Plan
I am talking about my Plan for Thanksgiving
Whether or not they will eat me or not
Well, I certainly hope that they eat you in good health
What do you mean, the politicians?
No, all of the Guess at the White House
You know... that your their Prize Pigeon
Sorry... just trying to be funny.... ha..Ha! Ha!
Well you know that is the Politics
Just remember that I am just the grand old (GOP)
..... Good Old Pheasant
Gary Fields
Poet Author
Self-proclaimed commentator for the purposes of this Poem.
Your friend in the pen
Disclaimer: This wish for Thanksgiving is in no way politically motivated
Sure, some are bigger Turkeys' than others, but, this is the season
for all kinds' of Turkeys... remember that all they /we are all of the
same two legged variety. So, their is a difference. Only some
Turkeys are bigger than others. In fact, Turkeys' are people
too.
Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)
Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site in Bredasdorp.
‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
anymore.
Not to Anene Booysen,
murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site in Bredasdorp.
Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,
Her 17 year old body tossed aside,
by the hands of men.
Men, always men,
cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.
‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
anymore.
Not to Anene Booysen,
who now lies cold and dead.
How many Anene Booysens will it take,
for us,
society,
families,
people,
human-beings,
and,
men, especially men,
to excise the ghastly menace,
of the heinous capacity that resides,
within men,
always men,
to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.
‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
anymore.
Not to Anene Booysen,
murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,
to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site,
in Bredasdorp.
Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)
* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu
** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa
From the depths of space,
you will create wonder and love.
Comet Ison, shine!
Love and longevity
Are
The ultimate factors'
To keeping a love alive
- And -
It has a certain nuances'
In sustaining that life
------
It keeps' one alive
Ever reminding us to
Let each and every work
Be the work of God
And that each work be decant
With the seeds of His love
- And -
Let our Mothers' Day
Be practiced
Fore you are my Mother
And this day
Is preordained for you to
Exalt your contribution in the name
Of all that which is holy...
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
From "The Cross"
Xlibris Pub BOOK #106627
Rev. (NOV2013)