Best Address Poems
Auld Clootie of corruption fame,
how smooth your fork-ed hiss,
deceiving hearts and tickling ears
with your sweet, seductive kiss.
Oh, master of enticement
how fragrant is your breath,
while whispering temptation,
condemning souls to death.
And in this wicked world we're
bound by your irreverent reign
'til heaven strikes a fatal blow
to your unhallowed name.
** A Poetry Avalanche **
Goodness! Lord!
I’m on a roll this morning!
The poetry keeps coming —
nearly torturing!
My keypad arm and fingers are
alrady so tired…
It’s as if
The address of poetry were
On fire!
— With every poem present there
retreating
From the inspirations wrought from
burning memories, preferring
The refreshing lure of
allegories and fairy tales
to aid my creating.
There are still three more hours
Marked off in my planner to turn
Words into exemplary verses.
However, ink now covers every page
Printed out, such that all my papers
appear all scribbled and smeared.
So, I’ve quit scrawling in this diary
And brought my markers out, to kneel
Down here and write
All over
Across our living room’s floor!
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/27/2023
I am black, I am not a curse
I would appreciate if you could stop
Addressing me as the world's worse
I am a human
So there isn't any need for you to treat me inhumane
Like you, I am a person who has a name
The color of my skin should not have to make me feel a shame
Nor should it give you the right to point, stare or give blame
Yes, I am black and I have a name
I am a human
Who is not a shame to say to others
I am a person with a name
Who has the right to be treated the same
So please stop making the color of my skin an issue
I am black and I am not a shame
So please address me by my name
I am black and yes, I have a wonderful name
Like historic and symbolic people before me
Who are the same and have great names
We are black, we are the same
I am Marcus Garvey, I am black, I can succeed
I am Jackie Robinson , I am black, I can achieve
I am Muhammad Ali, I am black, I can believe
I am James Baldwin, I am black, I can overcome
I am Bob Marley, I am black, I am a conqueror
I am Toni Morrison, I am black, I am ambitious
I am black, I am ambitious, I am a conqueror
I can archive
I can believe
I can succeed
I can overcome
Being black is not who I am, it's what I am
It's an awesome color that pushes me
Towards obtaining my dreams
No one could see the face of the grieving widow
Mates, ladies and beer was his faithful companions
A final greeting and blessing from his friends:
"Good luck Tom, in your new residence with secret address"
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03.12.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Summer storm flooding
in city cemetery.
Moving day at last!
Author notes: This is a Bible-based Haiku. To understand it please read 1 Thes. 4:16 and 1 Cor. 15:52
Africa has no address
this is a place at war.
Here are poor houses
and poor people.
The people live here like cockroaches,
they've been here a long time.
People no longer people,
people deprived of hearts, minds,
people without function
for which an address doesn't exist
worse: in whose name political conspirators
are engaged in the looting of the national
treasury
The young leave quickly
unwilling to know the wisdom
of their estranged parents.
Even the barking dogs
would rather wrestle
than eat--
while the roaming chickens
play hide-and-seek with
the smallest children.
The old colonial farms have gone back to forest
the new resettled farmer knows only the sun
knows nothing of food or of farming
The new doctor has borrowed the witchdoctor's face
leaving his usual surgery to wander
some dilapidated, half imagined hospital
where experiments are performed on people
I came to deliver a letter
I came to save the damned,
the scum of your society.
And now: it is easy to forget
what I came for
this here's a world of losers and sinners
and all I see is the darkness of your soul.
I thought hard for us all--my only letter--
then threw it away into the darkness,
and was overtaken inexplicably by sorrow.
I had tasted the face of Africa.
Africa has no address.
We need to take a solid stance against,
The enemies stance to destroy by being in agreement,
With other members of the body of Christ and stick to,
That for the rest of our lives. We need not to be like Jell-O,
A semisolid barely saying hello to anyone and giving assistance,
To them when and where you know that you can. We need,
Not to be solid on helping Satan destroy all of the plans of,
God's girls and boys. We need to be liquid in that we have,
A definite shape of kindness and take the volume of whatever,
Container God gave us instead of being liquid in saying God,
Saved us but we cannot take the shape of being in this place.
We need to be gas and say that in whatever circumstance,
We will move around energetically and dance together in,
Praise of our one God in whatever region of space being,
Familiar or odd instead of diffusing destructive measures,
Of destruction from areas of high concentration to low,
Concentration. We need to be like a gas to spread God's,
Love across every nation of the globe so that the light,
Of God's love will strobe. And last but not least we need,
To be at the highest energy state plasma in constantly,
Battling the enemy with powerful praise and instantly,
Moving when God says to move to increase the kingdom,
Of God so that we all we be blessed and we'll have room,
To hate less and continuously get God's best. Get on board
So that we can all get God's reward for us right here on
Earth. Everyone on this planet to God has worth. Get on,
Board to get God's best. This concludes the state of the
Kingdom address.
Philippians 2:1-11
Ephesians 4:1-16
Matthew 6:33
1-26-11
there is this one fact that i really need to stress
is to let people know that evil has no address
how often have you ever heard people expound
when something truly horrific occurs in their town
"we had no idea", "we've never seen such in our neighborhood"
"we are a concerned community that is always about doing good"
but what many people can't seem to even comprehend
is that evil does reside in the hearts and minds of men
Aurora, Kenya, Columbine, New Town and so many more
evil decided to take up residence at their backdoor
evil has no address and the world needs to see
that incomprehensible acts of death and destruction can happen in any community
and no matter how many locks you have on your front door
and no matter how careful you plan and take precautions for
evil will creep in and have its wicked way
just remember to keep your mind on Jesus and don't forget to pray
for evil has no address it is all around
just don't be too surprised when it moves to your town
Simply because they choose to walk around,
In pain and strife. The kingdom is suffering,
Tremendously by the hand of the enemy,
Because you treat your neighbor like a stranger,
And put them in danger and you have the audacity,
To say Lord help me but your help got destroyed,
Because you did not let the plans of the enemy,
In your so-called friend that you hated on be null,
And void. Your blessings and theirs are destroyed,
And kingdom is severely neglected. No one else gets,
Free all because we want walk hand in hand with God,
To deal with the destructive wiles of the enemy. But
We have the audacity to say Satan you are no friend,
To me but you let your neighbor stand alone getting,
Attacked by hating on them instead of befriending,
Them, praying, and agreeing with them and guess who
Wins in this trend? No one but stupid Satan because
You chose to hate and the sense of kingdomness flakes
Like lead paint to taint the plans of God for everyone
And Satan's job is done and no one in the kingdom of God
Won. We need to take basic science in mind in our kingdom
Alliance. Remember the four states of matter: solid, liquid,
Gas, and plasma.
1-26-11
If you have ever suffered from stress
Be brave and see it addressed
For help is out there
Honestly, some people care
Looking back you'll be fairly impressed
Away back in nineteen eighty two
I was one, it could easily be you
So don't be ashamed
Before it's ingrained
Believe me with help, you'll see it through
Many are doing what they want to do,
Saying what they want to say.
Simply playing life's game the way,
They think it ought to be played.
Then they have the audacity,
To want God to bless them beyond,
The capacity of them handling.
But the things that God gave them,
They are simply mishandling.
Many are depending on a man,
To truly support them and He,
Can't handle it and then they,
Get angry when he tramples it.
God gives us examples to live by,
In His word but many have the nerve,
To ignore it, absorb it and twist around,
To fit their bad habits and when Satan
Comes to attack they hop around in lack
Like romping rabbits. The anointing, they
Think they have it, but they destroy God's,
Plan for their neighbor because they don't,
Want them to savor the sweetness of life.
1-26-11
To-
Shri Mahathma Gandhi,
Taj Mahal,
1 Democracy Road,
India.
Suffering for the love of justice
where patience holds the silent truth prisoner
arrogance has an overwhelming attitude
That of superiority being their downfall to begin with
deeply manifesting in a pride filled shocking manner
mentally unstable or emotionally unsound
all normal patterns functioning are disrupted.by hate
A mental illness within this psychiatric disorder
usually brought on by a combination of events
related to how a person behaves triggers internally
where feelings perceive and thinks.of itself
Someone who remains total selfish in a certain type of behaviour
that which has no influence whatsoever positive
habitually hunting and killing preying on others
Just proves how blind ignorance can be
the inexperience of innocence condemned wrongfully
little value embraces such politics
My beloved father died
about six years ago
We were "joined-at-the-hip"
or were told that so,
When he died,
I kept getting his
credit card bills,
They grew impatient
for his ability to pay was nill
I got tired of trying
to explain,
That he wouldn't be signing
anymore checks again
So to one and all
I requested a form
A change of address...
What could be more norm?
I filled it out, new address:
Calverton National Cemetery
Area Z, plot No.2540
And from that day,
And evermore,
No credit card bills
Did pass my door!
Another true tom tale.
Donot look for me in the lanes of happiness...
Because I have rented a room in the slums of loneliness;
Where I hear my own stories
& share myself- my woes & worries.
I have left that world of kin & friends...
For a place where bondage of bonds ends;
I think this room suits me well...
Although you might call it a second hell!
I had enough of social touch,
And veiled looks that hide so much:
I am happy in this world confined...
Where no fake voice echoes nor illusions blind! !