Best A Hundred Times Poems
It should have been all roses
But little did she know
Naive girl still
in her mama's shell
"There's no such rose without a thorn"
Though stories have been
written in a Bible years ago
Of how Adam bit the apple
Hid his hand so Eve's would show.
Little did She know
Little did She know.
She forgot the unforgotten
On a plate She gave her soul
Never asked the aim of purpose
Holy rules He would impose.
Never thought He wouldn't let her
Live her dreams and reach her goals.
It should have been all roses
but little did She know
Naive girl still
in her mama's shell
"There's no such rose without a thorn";
Wilted petals kept on falling
There was nothing left at all
Tired,bruised,trapped,and abused,
quickly made it to the door.
Left youth's footprints on his pathway,
walked on life-lines of her own.
She remembered the forgotten
Read the bible a hundred times
Revealed Adam' s hand and apple
He was bad and She was blind.
It should have been all roses
But little did She know
Naive girl still
in her mama's shell
"There's no such rose without a thorn";
But now She knows, the way it goes
But now She knows, the way it goes
There's an Eden,There's a garden,
Grey thick thorns to pick a rose,
Thousand apples,one is rotten...
But now She knows, the way it goes
But now She knows ,the way it goes.
Dedicated to all women(could be men too) out there who suffer any kind of physical or mental abuse in a relationship,
Yet remain silent and endure it all.
Open like a door before me
Be it sun or rain or stormy
Each new year gapes like yawning chasms, dark
And for all my silly scheming
All my notions and my dreaming
Passion's flames won't ever light without a spark
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
I can not see your face from here
But how I long to draw you near
And hold you to my bosom like a child
Oh New Year, won't you sing for me
And drown the sad cacophony
Of all the years behind me, lost and wild
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
You see, I'd been to hell and back
A hundred times when I lost track
Of all the hopes that blossomed in my youth
With poisons making life surreal
I'd lost the will to thrive or feel
Until the kiss of death revealed my truth
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
This year I dream of someone new
The mirrored face that longs to do
The things that he has loosened to the wind
To let go of the fears that bind
That paralyze his heart and mind
And never feel embarrassed or chagrined
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
I want to grasp life with both hands
To twirl my spirit on the sands
Of time, and never look back to redeem
But make the most of moments, each
Let laughter, love and friendship teach
My soul the things I never dared to dream
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
Burn bright with the hopes of my music and pen
Burn bright with the fire that can love me again
Burn bright with the dreams that churn deep in my heart
Burn bright with the flames of a joyous new start
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
And I will burn bright ... for YOU.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Soon It Will Be 2019" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, Judge & Sponsor.
I’ve picked it up a hundred times
yet dropped it just once more
So I give up, the blasted thing
can lay there on the floor
And stepping out onto the porch
I hit the ice and slipped
As I walked back into the house
I stubbed my toe and tripped
While dancing round in pain
I then collided with a table
For when it comes to graceful moves
I’m really quite unstable
Perhaps there is a simple way
to turn this all around
My clumsiness could work for me
each time I hit the ground
I could be a klutz for hire
stumbling for cash
I’ll charge my clients by the slip
the flip, the flop, the bash
If you need something dropped and broken
clearly I’m your man
If anyone can smash your stuff
this klutz for hire can
Perhaps you have a wall or door
that needs a good hard thump
Just be aware my going rate
is seven bucks per lump
I could knock your sister down
or trip into your aunt
Or I can make a great big mess
and kick your potted plant
And if your pets are underfoot
and adding to the drama
I’ll have to charge you extra
if I suffer blunt force trauma
There’s nothing quite as comical
and what a sight to see
as goldfish bouncing on the floor
It is my specialty
And when I fall I scream out loud
to add to the effect
I’ll see you get your money’s worth
when your whole house is wrecked
So call my number any time
My estimates are free
It’s 1-800-S T U-
M B L and E
© Mike Wise
1/30/19
Creatures of feathers, fur and fins
gather ‘round to touch her heart.
Somehow their instincts assure them
she will strive to offer protection.
Wee winged one that fell from its nest
she cradles in loving hands,
feeding and nursing
till it can soar through life on its own.
Abandoned kittens and pups
find a temporary home with her,
until she can place them
with loving souls who nurture.
Baby dolphin stranded on a beach
receives prompt attention,
when she carries it
to those with healing talents.
Rewards are rightfully reaped
as she hears birds singing,
feels love in a kitten’s purr,
finds joy watching dolphins play.
Each act of kindness is repaid
a hundred times and more.
Leaving gentle impressions of hope,
one life to another..
*February 9, 2017
"I shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
to bring forth fruit in season,
my leaves shall not wither;
and whatever I do will be good."
Psalm 1:3 (in my words)
My thoughts are a magnet reflecting . . .
my thinking has wings . . . an innate magnetic signal
feelings of grace and gratitude brings me infinite power
it is the law of attraction
positive images I hold within are my strength
for good attracts good
~ I pour out my treasure of knowledge like gold
and wisdom like silver . . . I give it freely
to lead you from a path of darkness ~
remove the chains from around your neck
the anguish and negativity holding you
from a happy path of life
keep mercy and truth in your heart
for the like-minded to find
~ the butterfly is my spirit animal
so, I welcome change and wear a crown of peace
I pick up my pen to write excellent things ~
I speak words like ruby treasures
turn away from pride, arrogance and evil
will not become the prey of hunters
truth is a lamp . . . hate only brings bitterness
what I say or write is not governed by others
let good be your magnet . . . let magnetism captivate
send good thoughts . . . and they will come back
a hundred times strong
~ think good thougths and you will not cry at the gate
of heaven . . . the gate will open wide
find the tree of life and the path to gratitude and love
and your steps will not stumble ever . . .
. . . and your sleep will be sweet ~
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October 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the ornament of grace
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1496-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook 10/28/2022
Written for the Premiere contest, Our Innate Magnetism
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/27/2022
First Place (Trophy win)
Cleaning the dust never ends,
There is always a girl in a wardrobe,
Who does not let go of your hand,
There is always a girl in a museum
who does not look at Matisse and Cézanne,
There is always a girl in a garden
Who steals apricots and oranges,
Cleaning the dust never ends,
There is always a cat on a pink chair
Who yawns seeing you happy,
There is always a blue cat in yellow sheets,
Who waits for someone to stroke him a hundred times,
A young cat in trouble who thinks
to the mango that you covet.
Cleaning the dust never ends,
A wild orchid asks for water and love,
A wild orchid is still waiting
May a poet change his life and color,
It is enough for Matisse to comb flowers
To remove the dust from the world, that
Grapes in the fruit basket.
An angel kissed a ripple
Onto a glassy sea
And in that very instant
A baby came to be
A hundred times she kissed it
A hundred thousand more
Each time the troubled surface
More troubled than before
The ripples started crossing
And people crossing too
In time made each their ripple
Like as that ocean blue
So here is my petition
Oh Jesus, hear my plea!
That all my parting wavelets
Be marked in time for Thee
You pretend I'm Adam
lying "Eve"
My love songs all yours
you believe
Stalked me on Soup
until I went away
I'm hurt by the news
you're back today
Changed your name
a hundred times
But I can spot
your kind of rhymes
Cause most of them
are copies of me
And even my comments
now all can see
So I've got nothing
to lose... to you
Will TPS punish me
if I prove it's true
"Eve TMC"..
you're a thief, you're a liar
Your Soup Mail letter
revealed sick desire
On Poetry Hunter
you take my writes
Stealing my thoughts,
it's not all right
Plagiarism is a crime..
backstabbing "Eve"
I'm exposing you
if you don't leave
~Lyric Man
Note: TPS may suspend me for calling "Eve" out, but she will not push me out of Soup again. She is one of two people who stalked me here and in my personal life. Just yesterday, "Eve TMC", cut and pasted my comments verbatim to one of Silent One's poems, "Shores Of Uncertainty" (both comments on page two). How does anyone steal comments and then post them to the same person? You got lazy "Eve" or you're pure crazy!
I'm a nice guy and wish "Eve" no harm, but I'm going to protect those I love Fiercely! "Eve TMC" may disappear today but she'll be back tomorrow as someone else. She's had five or so names in the month I've been back.
Amy, Amy, what a voice,
As from heaven,
You’re a jazz singer,
Of the ones we can’t forget,
Sensitive, you felt guilty,
To refuse a photo,
You had too big a heart,
We asked you a hundred times,
How to hunt these people
So they can finally understand?
My God, what a voice,
What love, what love offered,
to all who listen to you,
You said thank you, tenderly,
I say thank you,
O Amy, what a voice,
It’s hard to understand,
I would have been in Belgrade to hear you,
Bye, bye, Princess, big black eyes,
Sing what you like,
It will always be more beautiful,
Only a Bach cantata,
Amy, Amy, what a voice,
An angel, angel in heavens.
Are Lawyers needed? I put to you
to begin our little tale.
Besides the time you smoked that pot
and ended up in jail.
Was justice blind? The scales clogged
yearning to be free.
He saved your butt when danger called
for a modest fee.
They've gone to school and put in their time,
no Medicine or Arts.
To take the Law so the dark side calls
and they put away their hearts.
They get a job and begin their practice,
start working for a firm.
With no beaming parents or loving spouse,
they're a waste of decent sperm.
Your sidewalk's old and the cracks now show,
someone takes a fall.
They're gonna' sue and you're gonna' lose,
a Lawyer you must call.
You take the time as the clock unwinds,
you offer him your case.
No problem there he will take the job,
just mortgage up your place.
He starts to work, takes down the facts
and tells you not to fear.
He'll do his best and conquer all.
You know your check has cleared.
The time arrives and to court you go,
the victim's in a cast.
Your Lawyer smiles, 'Don't feel too bad,
the fella' has a past.'
He tells the judge the guy's not hurt,
he simply has the gall.
To come to court a hundred times
for minor slips and falls.
The Judge agrees and the case is won,
you're happy with his skill.
You're thankful now and free to rest
until you get his bill.
They play the villain and accept our scorn,
this seems to be their fate.
But people flock as they come in droves
with charges to negate.
I ask again are Lawyers needed?
To those of you who care.
When you're alone in Court and try your best,
you haven't got a prayer.
So give them credit as their time has value,
just hang on to your purse.
There is no deed or human plan...
a Lawyer can't make worse.
The End
SHE IS MY SUN
A rush of sun fills this still dim room
As spring comes to the pallid wintry land,
Waking seed in its cool green womb.
She gives me her light hand:
Makes me want to be a better man.
She is all my world. Her laughing honest eyes
Her soft voice, her hand which holds mine thrills.
She is my birdsong at sunrise,
The curved rainbow after a storm stills,
My golden orb of sun rising bright over distant hills.
And the red fire that flares within her vivid
With a hundred times the heat of the sun
Grips my heart with the fever of florid
And countless purple nights of torrid tropical motion
And embrace on the shores of the warm Indian Ocean.
……………………………………………..
Written for Francine Roberts’ MAKE ME SWOON contest.
Bloodthirsty men in black
God is great they chant
As they discharge a barrage
Of bullets from a mounted mobile gun
This round they’ve won it seems
Another dad has died
Another mum has cried
Children leave their games to run for cover
In abandoned homes and holes in the ground
Bullets blast apart families who flee to tented towns
Far away war-mongering men in suits
Gather in their noble quest to start another war
Greedy for gain
Their efforts attain only hatred and revenge
They fight a distant war
Where talk is cheap
They’ll send a thousand jets a hundred times
To drop a million bombs
They’ll teach others the art of war
And drones will do their dirty work
My Friend
Friendship
Is something you make
And do not take
Friendship
Is something you give
In order to live
Friendship
Is something you need
To learn and succeed
Friendship
Is something so strong
That it can’t go wrong
Friendship
Is something between you and me
So solid that it will always be
So my friend
This is why I say
Even in the toughest times
My friendship will stay
Because a friend like you
I will not find
Even if I live
A hundred times
By: Nena Enriquez
John is one of my worst enemies!
Kabir is also, he is bad!
Raju is not at all better than them.
I hate them all because they call me names.
They are my enemies, they are my classmates
So I faced them with a frowned face.
One day I heard these famous words,
Ringing in my ears as golden words.
‘Thou thyself art thy only friend,
Thou thyself art thy only enemy,
No other enemy but this self of mine,
And no other friends other than me.’
I repeat these words a hundred times
That made my heart calm as a lake.
Next time when I saw them all
I smiled at them, they returned the smile.
We hug all together and call different names
But we are not enemies, not anymore.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT 5 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
They say ...
That babies don't smile
You were SO big when you were born - 11lbs 3ozs
And being VBAC, you had been through a lot in the birth canal
So you looked like a prize fighter after a heavyweight bout
Red and purple and bruised-looking, eyes squinted
You made no sounds, though ...
No crying or newborn complaints of any kind
You were as calm and peaceful as if you'd done it a hundred times
Like it was just another "first day of life"
They weighed you, cleaned you up
And then gave you to me to hold for the first time
They say babies don't smile
But you did ... oh, you certainly did
You opened your eyes and looked in mine
And smiled ... a lasting smile
Not a twisted cry or gas or mistaken expression
A true smile ... handsome, sweet, rugged
And I knew then you were special, very special
I knew then that I had witnessed ...
A miracle.