Best Abit Poems
My sis Chris has a mole upon her back
Theyv called her to the hospital
Coz its a little bit black
Im waiting on her now
Shes having it removed
I really hope she is ok
I bet she will b bruised ??
I sat staring at the people
And wondering what to do
So i started jotting down this ditty
I thought Id write to you
I got on second verse
I looked up in the air
Then i thought I saw a nurse
But twas my sister standing there??
How was it Chris I asked
She was red upon the cheek
“Well iv had it taken off
They may phone me in a week”
“The nurses was so nice”
She says
“I really cant complain
So I wont be dreading it
If I have to go again”
Ah well I said, thats fine i said
Dont worry pet, Im here
We’ll get the train, youre not alone
You need not ever fear ??
She used her phone to ring her man
To give him all her news
& at the end it made her cry
Coz he finished with “love yous”***
She looked at me & gave a sigh
I hugged her close to me
I saw her tears, they touched my heart, i joined her with cry
Come on lets walk & cross this road, we rid our tears with winks
We hurried on, she found two chairs
I went & ordered drinks
Not alcohol, Oh heavens
No
Not for our Chris & me
Theres nothing better, nothing nicer than a cup of tea??
So rest we did & after that
We went to Fenwicks shop
The clothes were candy to our eyes
Our Chris she bought a top??
Well we spent abit of time & then we caught our train
We got to Berwick,
Said our goodbyes
& both drove home again??
Moral of this ditty
Is very plain to see
In every situation
We stay together
Our Chris & Me??????
Between a Million and a Billion Morning of Yesterday, There is Only One for Today
Those who does not enjoy today maybe there is no more time for them to do it tomorrow, and every mistakes that we have committed for the first time yesterday, we won’t want to repeat those today.
Life is so comparatively so enjoy every second to be always cheerful and positive, because a smile give more joy than tears.
Acceptance is the answer to many things and then go on with our life, because we are alone in many cases.
Even we are standing along, we should keep thinking optimistic because there always be good opportunities arrive to us after setbacks, a bad day does not meant that we will be lousy for the entire week, month, year or life.
Have incessant self-confidence with faith then all will be well again, there is no mountain too high, so we always have the way to get to the other side if we take the time.
Just look back into our own life, sometimes we’re moving abit forward or backward, but we still can make it to the end, there are plenty of other opportunities to use if we want to put our effort.
Today we can start again and put an end to the past, change our life by starting it right now, never waiting for something better as time wait for nobody.
Between a million and a billion morning of yesterday, there is only one for today and I would never want to let this day go by without telling You “never give up, there is always a solution for everything”, if we want to accept it, want to go search for it, or decide to give it up directly.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
http://poems.easybranches.com/between-a-million-and-a-billion-morning-of-yesterday-there-is-only-one-for-today/
Abit delayed in entering but heres my piece.
I am So sorry Silent One for not been on time to enter....
The Coral sun silently rises
And breaks its way into the Crimson sky.
His comforting arms are wrapped around her,
As he stares with adoration into her Emerald eyes.
A welcomed cool breeze enters the room,
Bringing in the smell of the fresh salty air,
Pushing aside the Silver and Gold curtains,
Revealing two bodies that are slightly bare.
She tugs on the Lilac sheet covers,
As he finds his way down her chest.
Slowly removing her Turquoise camisole,
To get a glimpse of her beautiful soft breasts.
The Magnolia waves crashes in,
Leaving the rugged Charcoal rocks unshaken,
He gently kisses her Cerise lips,
And her passion he slowly awakens...
Dark clouds covered the sky, it seemed like it was gonna rain..
But the sun was still out, yet inside felt so mundane
Another close loved one taken away from us so soon.
Nothing seems to matter anymore, not even the stars and moon.
Departed so soon are the ones who mostly cared.
The ones who understood our pain and our secrets that we shared.
Each day we keep wishing it shuda been us n not them.
Life just lost its meaning and this is something no one can mend.
The irony in life is when they alive we take them for granted.
And now that they’re gone, they are all we really want.
Life seems abit harder and incomplete without them by our side.
But we know they are watching over us and in our hearts they will always reside.
People say in time we will heal, something which ain’t true.
Infact time makes it more arduous and healing is hard to do.
They say we over grieve and sooner or later we must move on.
But that’s impossible as the ones we love are now gone.
How do we comfort a person who has lost a close loved one?
There are no right words to say and this is one battle that’s never won.
Sometimes all we need is just good support, no words in-between.
Silence can say a million things that don’t necessarily have to be seen.
It takes a while to regain our strength and start to smile again.
But deep inside we’re hurting so bad n it feels as thou we are going insane.
Reminiscing with family and friends looking at old photographs.
Memories of the good and bad times, sharing our tears and our laughs.
I know this is a cliché that’s always said out a lot
But don’t take those close to you for granted, for they’re all you got.
Don’t leave things unsaid to the people you love.
Resolve them now instead regretting it later and praying to them above.
We may come from different races, cultures or places.
But in reality we are all the same with different faces.
We share the same sky, sun, stars and the moon.
So love the people close to you before they are gone too soon!!!!
The other day I was walking past ironmonger row
When I noticed boarded up, every shop window
I dare say they will be sold or knocked down too
This town just seems a contrast of old with new
Why destroy every land mark like the old fire station
Why not build a theme park or more commendation
Where’s the green belt and where are all those trees
I just felt I should mention all that’s left is memories
I remember Owen and Owens before it became alders
And now yeah they have changed the place yet again
Dose anyone remember that little shop called ralffers
Well yeah I know, everyone says that was all back then
They can change the city but not the views of the people
The only place that retains it's history, is the old cathedral
And what dose Coventry mean to me?, like most I just frown
Well nothing really, like everyone says it's just a ghost town
Inspierd by conversation with someone in libray
Short and sweet just something else to write about a time
pROBABLY SOUNDS ABIT CYINICAL BUT BEING HONEST
COVENTRY DID HAS SOME GOOD POINTS BUT NOW ITS FADED AWAY
this was apost to be entered in to a a small compotision back in sept 2009
but missed dead line unsure of subject matter at time
Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
And still even now confedence one lacks
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
But no paint brush will ever fill them cracks
Now looking at my reflection in the mirror
Is one that just seems so old and so grey
And on closer inspection, it's even dimmer
My story told from what was then yesterday
Now a blank canvas where was once colour
Not saying that I was some kind of portrait
But anxious, comparing myself to every other
As what I once saw I really liked but now hate
Those textures that were once rich in youth
Now withered with time that’s passed me by
Mixtures of every emotion now it's like struth
Looking back at me is that the same guy?
This was already on here but just felt neede tweeking a little bit
trying to put in bettter form or context add a little humour
less trival than before but still anever ending battle ith ones self
reflection originaly called dismorphia
somthing delt with sinse my teens though through my twenties went out my way to ahnge myself a lot
gets harder as you get older though i think
NOTE LIKE OTHERS TWEEKED A LITTLE JUST FELT BEFORE TO MUCH CONTENT
NOTE UPDATED ABIT DON KNOW IF SHPOULD CHANGE STYLE OF WRITING??????
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WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT JUNE JULY 2013,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
See Through Lies.
S weet lies are often seen in relative ties,
E nough of the share of pizza cake,
E mma ,if I don't lie,would'nt accept.
T ransparent get words in her expressions,
H ere she is offering money to her daughter when short of it,
R elevantly,when her princess needed a book,
O ff hand,you get promptly in genuine lies,
U nder the table,bubbly toes hidingly eat a chocolate pie,
G ot caught,says I received from friends hand,
H abit of simple denials with no severe punishments.
L ife is a series of real and fake,
I ts all Nature's course to make it a flow.
E xterior I get dear,in anger..."I hate you",
S ituational fact is that..."Sweetheart ,I love you".
Contest:Sweet Little Lies.
Sponsor:Silent One.
26/06/2016
Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
I got so used of being behind the senses
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
Still now I'm trying to live my lost dreams
Now looking at my reflection in the mirror
Is one that just seems so old and so grey
And on closer inspection, it's even dimmer
My story told from what was then yesterday
Now a blank canvas where was once colour
We all have a flaw, not saying I was a portrait
But anxious, comparing myself to every other
As what I once saw I really liked but now hate
Trying to keep up the visage I’m out of remedy’s
And still though the confidence what one lacks
Stuck with in this collage, a sea of memories
But no brush will ever paint over them cracks
Many creams and posions used over the years
So I'm told beauty’s in the eye of the beholder
Though so many emotions worries and fears
Carrying this huge weight up on my shoulder
Those textures that were once rich in youth
Now withered with time that’s passed me by
Mixtures of every emotion now it's like struth
Looking back at me is that the same guy?
This was already on here but just felt neede tweeking a little bit
trying to put in bettter form or context add a little humour
less trival than before but still anever ending battle ith ones self
reflection originaly called dismorphia
somthing delt with sinse my teens though through my twenties went out my way to ahnge myself a lot
gets harder as you get older though i think
NOTE UPDATED ABIT DON KNOW IF SHPOULD CHANGE STYLE OF WRITING??????
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inspierby by all the cool soup poets sinse last januray PD LARUA REBBECA ECT XXXXXX
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WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT JUNE JULY 2013,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Heavy steel balls chained to both her legs.
Dragging herself each day as though she has a wooden peg.
A rain cloud over her head, she sees only black and white
Belittled every day, she lost her strength to fight.
Teardrops are stained on her puffy cheeks
Life seems to have changed, everything is now bleak.
Everywhere she goes, she drags along with her these steel balls
Finding it hard to walk, she begins to crawl.
Shattered, depressed, alone, uneasy and miserable
Angry, afraid, broken, dreary and unstable
Words that are written on each steel ball
She’s giving up as life takes a toll.
She drags herself, to the edge of a pier
This storm, she feels, is never going to clear.
Scared as hell and hesitating at first.
She felt this was the only way to break her curse.
With the steel balls chained to her feet
She knew she will sink easily and accepted defeat.
Tears streamed down as she looked up to say her final goodbye
But as she was about to leap, something had caught her eye.
She stood back, got her grip and stared to her side.
And what she had seen was a blessing in disguise.
An eight year old girl full of laughter and delight.
Her soft blue eyes turned her world from dark to bright.
She was so full of happiness as she played in the sand
Running around carefree even though she struggled abit with just one hand.
But that didn’t seem to get in her way of having so much fun
Her laughter could be heard all the way to the sun.
As she turned away from the pier, she started to run.
She then realized that her life is not yet done.
Each step she took, broke off the steel ball and chains
The rain cloud disappeared and she felt free again.
She felt the sun shine on her and a renewed strength
And realized she’s the only one who can make her life content.
She ran towards the girl breaking away all her despair.
But when she got there, it seemed the girl had disappeared.
She looked around in search of those beautiful blue eyes.
But what she saw and found was a great surprise.
The little girl was an angel who only she could see.
This was God’s way of getting her to finally break free.
Once upon a time, not so long ago
Lived a prince and princess as I was told.
In a castle so high with servants all around.
Seeing to their needs before their feet touched the ground
For many it would be a dream come true.
Having everything u want all brand new. .
No worries or problems in their way.
Both just living in paradise everyday.
But that was just a façade they put on.
For the people they party with till dawn.
Deep inside something was amiss.
No hugs, or love just a single kiss.
What brought these two together u might ask?
Lust, partying, riches and some fake masks
Things would be different should they start to care for each other.
Been called the perfect husband and wife instead of two lovers.
Somehow they seem to be abit superior.
When actually they’re just insincere.
Blinded and ignoring the realities in life.
And continue to live each day in strife.
But not so far away a different story is told.
Of two ordinary people, no riches or gold.
Simple as they maybe, they lived their life.
Happy as can be and just called husband and wife. .
No meddling or fighting in-between
No friends or family that would intervene
Just a place filled with smiles and laughter aloud
for many it would have been they’re on the 9th cloud,
Their love for each other was so unreal.
They didn’t have to fake around a family meal.
Just two simple people with a lot of caring.
Giving a lot more and always sharing.
Many would want a life of a prince and princess.
Thinking of just money and wanting the best.
Selfish n inconsiderate is what they soon become.
Losing all respect and beginning to act dumb
Then there’s just a few totally different to the one above.
Spreading joy and smiles around and filled with love.
Down to earth and wise, both male and female.
This is no wish of mine, just a different fairytale
Hope
From the day God moulded man,
To the moment He gave him breath,
And still this hope,
Doesn't age abit.
Hope
The one thing that holds the hinges,
Hinges to all greatness;
The one thing that fails to see-
Failure as a calamity,rather a chance..
Hope
That you may achieve all in life,
All desires of your soul appeased,
That you may learn to accept defeat,
Recollect yourself and strive to achieve...
Hope
Even inside a python's fangs,
Hope
That you shall see tomorrow,
Hope
Even when your feet are dead,
Hope
That your hands act as feet.
If there's one thing you should never tire to do,
Is to hope,
Because it is within every soul,
Just find where yours is hidden,
And never put it back,
But always hold on to it-hope!
communication from above the air
random as it doesnt compare
the meet of peoples taste
so many exceptions, unknown where it leads
but a friend can call on formiddible times
can suprize and place you up there
on that higher ground
where we all belong
they can be the calling we need
the lift that stands
the love we crave
we all meet at random places
or odd situations
we have the best times
the moments we never forget
the memories we look back years later
and just smile
thankful we had the time
and wish we had all over
again and again
always repeat those days
those conversations
the real deep and meaningfuls
for what time we may have these tresured lives
that we share
may not be for long
but id never let go of those times
they made me who i am
the path i walked on
i might not see them all the time
but i do think about them
how i smile from to ear to ear
money cant buy that
no one can replace that
so with age comes being wise.. at times
and its those days that we had
makes life abit easier to live
they keep us going
and we never forgot them
Water, we know that it is invigorating
As long though as it’s clean, not rancid
But of course something that’s hydrating
For some a dream we take for granted
Fire, can be a source of fuel, for heating
Like if our appliances we can not use
And It can also of course produce lighting
Getting out the candles, if you blow a fuse
Earth, used to grow our fruit and vegetables
Also plants for other things such as cotton
Again you know another of nature’s miracles
I think by chance we seem to have forgotten
Air, we need an atmosphere to create oxygen
So we can breathe, or how would we survive
But of course air that is free from the pollution
I believe the same for everything that is alive
Life, element of elements a question of humanity
If no existence, it's like the asteroids in space
When thinking of the wild life every bird and bee
I'd say be grateful us humanoids are in this place
SPARE OF MOMENT IDEA DID NOT PUT MUCH EFFORT INTO
INSPIERED BY OTHER WRITERS ON POETRY SOUP ----------
ANNE LOUISE ,CATIE ,CAROL, POET DESTOYER AND OTHERS
jUST EXSPERIMENTAL AT TIME- THE ELEMENTS OF LIFE
WRITTEN 2012,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
updated just edited abit still same
this universal for everyone out there
JUST TRYING TO PUT IN BETTER CONTEXT THAN BEFORE
CHANGEING A FEW WORDS ABOUT A BIT
Then, was a lot less adversity
Then, you just can't compare
Then, was common courtesy
Then, people they did so care
Then, there were less prudes
Then, people got on together
Then, a different set of attitudes
Then, we'd never say never
Then, was more fashionable
Then, seemed more classic
Then, was more memorable
Then, I think was just fantastic
Then, time's were more sleek
Then, was just way more cool
Then, I would say was unique
Then, though now is oldskool!
inspired me by my other writes a new age, world in my eyes
conversations with other people family friends ext
also other soup members and of course current issues
some could probably relate to also WRITTEN 0CT 2012
FIRST HALF TALKING ABOUT NOW AND HOW THINGS WER
THEN REEDITED ABIT CHANGED VERSE TWO COMPLELY
Memory in hand and pen agape
The allusions flow freely
I’d start in abit.
The rigours of stages in life
Is a farce I am yet to comprehend
I’d write
A time saddled with burden of innocence
So lavished.
The peer’s shadows looms over
Lost in the crowd of our thoughts
Envy is measured.
In maturity confusion is eminent
At a point nothing is pleasing
Efforts become so vague, we end partying in graves
At peace with everything but ourselves.
In strangers strides, memory at hand fades.