Best 411 Poems
P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 9
Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Gary Radice 170, 253, 260
• Gary Smith 167, 419
• Geoffrey Brewer 132, 340, 98
• George Schaefer 310
• George William Clever 446, 140
• Georgette Johnson 292
• Georgia Kereopa 117, 134
• Gerald Tanjang 456
• Giti Tyagi 346
• Gloria Shell Mitchell 447
• Gordon S. Wolf 17, 21, 237
• Graham Alexander Devenish 410
• Graham John Howes 332
• Greg Evans 321
• Greg Gaul 176, 311
• Gregory Joseph Firlotte 395, 447
• Gry W Christensen 170
• Hannington Mumo 386
• Hans-Christian AleXander Melschau 182, 228
• Hariom Sharma 272
• Harry Biosah 411
• Hara Chaudhary 347
• Heather Green 356
• Heather Rodwell 453
• Heidi Sands 150, 156 36
12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Edmund Clerihew Bentley,
practiced his craft so intently.
This clever creation still echoes in halls,
outlasting his pricey education at St. Paul’s.
When I read the WIKI'd the 411 on Bentley, I as enthralled. His "HEW" on Sir James Dewar is a classic.
I looked everywhere for a phone book
I think there's little chance I'll find one
My smart phone says to call 411
I think these books will now be extinct
If you see one have a good look
No reason now to print all those names
I can't believe they have all vanished
To find under stepped message refer to my Understepping one or two
for directions.
Inspired by Becca, I hope you like it. I can't resist a challenge*lol*
Yesterday I had a short circuit
So, I just had to go sit back
And just rework it
Been writing for more
Than a week a half
Boy this download did come real fast
Yeah with the music
Man it was blast
I then had a quick reload
And hear
Clear beyond sound of one's ear
Is what here in deed did come
Laying back and leading my mind…on om
Now I will explain it to you some
Here to you this new encode
The next day the sun did rise
Coming to no surprise
Thinking a day to rest my mind
Truly would be the best and the wise
Laying head upon northern star
Opening mind thoughts whatever thou art
Electric spark spoke these words that are
I speak in a tongue
Even to thee you young
It’s about the Universal One
So, Lets take a journey
See vibrations in light and sound
Even when it appears
Absolutely none
Around
The explanation of the FORCE
So, listen up and you can learn from me
Frequency of Orientation in Rays of Circuit-light Energies
Now about that
The Jedi Situation
Well hear Ye thee interpolation
Yoda…Ye the one Alpha
Qui-Gon Jinn…Quickly understand I Great Officer Known Namaste General
Mace Windu…Makes wind do
Obi-Wan…All be I THE ONE
Anikan…Any one can
Padme…Place made in thee
Darth Maul…Dark Master of all the Underlords
Darth Vader…Darker Vampire demon rising
Count Doku…Conniving, obsessed, underling too does kill ye, you
Supreme Leader Snoke…Sinister Underlord, prince Ruthless Evil Maser eternal leader Sin I Satan cross hater
Wow what an ego man
That name does runs all across this great vast land
So, that’s the 411 on this here download
And now that you know the tongue of the code
Go have fun with it and don’t crash the mode
I search my garden
for the perfect crimson rose
to take to your tomb, my love-
Tear wet- with sadness
I lay on your resting place-
Still holding the crimson rose . . .
_____________________________
July 25, 2016
Poetry/Sedoka/Tear Wet With Sadness
Copyright Protected, ID 16-811-411-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseuydonym.
For the contest, Crimson
sponsor, Royal Ninja
First Place
Walking in the dawn,
in a forest loud with sound,
hear the birds within the trees!
Listen to the wind,
see the stream serene and free,
caress a flower dew wet!
________________________
March 31, 2012
Poetry/Choka/Melody of Dawn
Copyright Protected, ID 03- 411-15-31
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Contest 195, 14 lines
sponsor, Brian Strand, NA, Judged 08/05/12
Featured poem week of November 25, 2012
Featured poem week of June 13, 2021
I was a child
Before push button phones
When party lines were popular
And long distance calls
Went through an operator
Four one, one (411)
Did not exist
You would call the operator
And nine one, one
Was a long way off
In the future
The first two numbers
Were represented by a name
Like nightingale, getney
Nightingale 8 6000
Was really 648 6000
I remember push button phones
And how wonderful it was
And how quick it was
To make calls
I also remember
When I was teenager
The first answering machines
Which allowed the caller
To leave a “fifteen second” message
Without a second chance
I remember making up
Funny messages
And I also remember
When I first got call forwarding
And I would forward all my calls
To weather information
In Hawaii!... but
Times have changed
Things have changed
I have gotten old
And the phone
Is no longer as much fun
As it use to be
But please don’t call me
Unless
You would like to speak
To Mr. Margulies
In Alaska
Firefighters have a few problems
I hope you'll help us out
I'll try to state them clearly
Though some things stress me out
Some things drive us crazy
They happen every day
Some I hope to mention
Others I'll let stay
Think when you are driving
When you see us, stop, I pray
A fire truck is hard to control
Five-hundred-gallons has its way
And recall when you are walking
And toward you we do race
Remember we're in a hurry
So please pick-up your pace
Okay we're not 411
But if your lost we'll help you out
So you know the map is ours
Please don't scream and shout
Also consider, when your in a wreck
We don't care who caused the deal
We're just there to help those hurt
And take them where they'll heal
Now when it comes to fires
Don't try to help us out
By breaking all the windows
You just let the devil out
One thing most important
When we arrive on a fire scene
If you have no useful info
Be not heard but only seen
To many people yelling
Trying to join the show
Puts many lives in danger
I thought that you should know
We will risk life and limb
To get you out the door
But if we're misinformed
We could search the wrong floor
A new battery in your smoke detector
Another small pet peeve
Twice a year when you change those clocks
Is better than too grieve
I'm sure there's more that I can vent
But I said I'd let some stay
All I ask is a little help
With which you'll make our day
Steven Clark
27Jan'14
can't be
justice
with the suspect
smiling
can't be love
with my heart
still prowling
oh 911
did you get the
411
my heart was broken
i can't walk or run
i can't talk i'm stung
haven't even touch
you....now look at
the drool from my tounge
i'm seeing my future
but my present is
threat ful
if i don't change i'm just
i'm just
i'm just
i'm just
i'm just
hold up i'm talented
beautiful
able
willing
strong
powerful
determine.,.
my fears died while i was living
She walks through the lobby of the grand hotel.
Four inch heels clicking across the shiny marble floors.
Pure ice blue eyes look for that hotel room 411.
Extending a perfectly manicured hand, knocks on the door.
A muffled voice on the other side of the door is heard,
the door then opens wide.
The man standing before her smiles in satisfaction invites her in.
They stand toe to toe at the foot of the bed, the covers are drawn down.
He reaches over to the desk, takes the pile of bills hands them to this lady of the evening
standing in his hotel room.
She quickly counts, smiles, sliding the money into her evening bag.
He runs his hands down her back,
He slowly strips her off her clothes, dignity hiding in the pile dropped by her feet.
He reaches for her hand, pulling her into the bed.
Telling her she is just what he needed, his lust glazing over his eyes
His body covering hers, she moans appropriately, arching her body to his.
His is unaware of the time, while she counts every moment in hotel room number 411.
She gathers her evening bag, sliding her feet into her heels.
As she exits the hotel room number 411.
Name of Crime Under Section
1.Murder 302
2.Death by negligence,303/304/308/312/319/321/322
3.Attempt to Murder / Suicide,324/325
4.Thug / Exposure of Child / Concealment of Birth,327/328/329
5.Itlaf-i-udw/salahiyyat-i-udw,334/336
6.Causing hurt with/blunt/sharp weapon,337(A - N)
7.Isqat-i-hamal with consent/without consent/janin,338(A - C)
8.Wrongful restraint/confinement of person, 341/342/343/344/345/346/347/348
9.Criminal Assault / Violating Modesty of Women,352/358/354-A
10.Kidnapping & Abduction,363/364/365/365-A /366/367/369
11.Rape,375/376
12.Un-Natural Offence,377
13.Zina Sec 10 (i)(ii)(iii) Zina-Ord,79,279
14.Theft 379/382/401/411
15.Robbery/Dacoity,392/394/395/396
16.Criminal Assault / Violence,427/448/452/453/506
17.Cheating/Forgery/Fraud,406/409/417/420/430/477
18.Lurking House Tresspass,442-460
19.Wandering,55/109
20.Dishonestly recev.Stolen property,411/412/413/414
21.Arms Ord / 65 / SIA Act, 1991,13/20/65,7/21/91
22.Military Deserters 54 Cr. PC 17
23.Bogus / Bouncing of Cheque,489-F
24.Gambling,4-GO 5/7/78
25.Breach of peace,107/151 Cr.
WHY CELL PHONES DIDN’T CATCH ON IN ROME
Because if you dialed a number like 698 411 235 68
It was vi ix viii iv i i ii iii v vi viii
Or without spaces for text message economy
viixviiiiviiiiiiivviviii
Or what about 2233853651
iiiiiiiiiiviiiviiivivi
Who could remember this or even say it?
Small wonder the Roman Empire only lasted DCCXIII years
Virtual Insanity Becomes World Reality
The accursed news, so obviously painful to this poetess!
That we earthlings decided were in need no of divine intervention.
Yes…wanting none of God's love or, attention?
Oh, indeed some not only scoff but pay no heed to God’s direction?
Get real,my intellectually bright friends!
How many more bodies do you in realized need?
El Paso, Dayton, and Chicago where streets …
Are strewn with bobies, blood thirsty keen.
Say what? We are headed for WW III?
But you…..yes you…. you, and I pretend, writing of only Spring?
That body count…not high enough?
Attacks on police is your kind of stuff?
The unethical scoundrels who adore the shadow of death.
Care not of Middle Eastern nor Hungarian precious breath!
The more, the better, the more votes,they get? Ah?
Just to take away their heavenly breath!
For with God, lost Americans have absolutely no deptH.
No laws bring peace, as we have none in place.
We exist in an era where the slogan is"In your face".
And for our animosity and no respect for God, we ,fault the Police?
We taunt law keepers,…not law breakers, that is the truth!
And who will you call when help in needed,a lost soul withot a tooth?
The head of a gang, perhaps?
Who gives not violent a rap for you!
Americans, be especially aware.
The Polce shortage is so horribly bad.
Six-thousand 411, calls coluld not be
answered.
My friends, we have been totally had!
Be ready to protect your own buttoxe!
The Police cannot save we lads and lasses.
Hamas is worldwide, Nazi Germany reborn.
Will people hear me, no, from realitynews they are born!
Their march in streets worldwide, blowing the death horn!
3/20/2025
So obviously,painful to this poetess!
That we earthlings need divine intervention.
Yet~wanting none of God's attention?
Oh, indeed some will scoff and pay no heed.
Get real, my friends!
How many more bodies do you need?
El Paso, Dayton, and Chicago where streets
run weekend-red!
Say what?
That body count not high enough?
Attacks on police your kind of stuff?
The unethical scoundrels running to rule,
just adore death.
The more, the better,the more votes, they
get!
Ah!
Just takes away their hellish breath,
with God, they have no depth.
No laws bring peace, we have many in place.
We exist in an era where the slogan is:
"In your face".
And for our animosity and no respect for God,
we fault the Police?
We taunt law keepers, not law breakers.
And who will you call when help in needed?
The head of a gang, perhaps?
Who gives not a rap for you!
Americans, be especially aware.
The Polce shortage is so horribly bad.
Six-thousand 411, calls coluld not be
amswered.
So, we are on our own.
Be ready to protect your own _sses!
The Police cannot save we lads and
lasses.
August 28, 2019
Invisibly Invisible
Jealousy is a weak emotion
while you're sinkin'
I'm still floatin' and if I'm sinkin'
I'm still coastin' cause my God keeps my life goin'
to the extreme, you gotta feel this and know what I mean
and if you can't comprehend, you can get the 411 through him.
How can you judge me, when you don't even know me?
You think that you know me
cause' one time, you so-called spoke to me...
My inner beauty so in depth with God's spirit
my outer beauty speaks to you
Close your eyes...
Can you hear it?
Your cars on rims can't compare to his;
Gossip in the beauty shop...
about that girl that speaks of God all the time
seems like she can't stop
You look me up and down
I smile at you and you frown...
Could it be the God in me that keeps you around?
The way you hate me, I could never hate you
The saddest part about it, you don't want to hear the truth
but it is just this...
He loves you as much as he loves me
pure crystal, nothing fake that can break
like shining stones, all so mythical
so could it be that's why you look at me and I'm invisibly invisible.
By: Aleasha A. Martin