Best Af Poems
Remember the days when we all felt free
Back in the days when we were happy as can be
Not a worry in the world,where all our dreams came true
When we believed af the end of the rainbow was a pot of gold
Those were the days when we were maybe 5 years old
Days became weeks,weeks became years
The next thing you knew happiness became tears
Joy became sadness and pain
Addictions turned our tears into rain
What we once believed to be happiness and fate
Soon became sadness and hate
Dreams became nightmares and darkness
Alcohol and drugs covered up our heartbreak and righteousness
Our smiles faded and turned us to sin
Our addictions made us believe we were happy once again
The people we believed to be our true friend
Turned on us and it came to an end
We covered our pain with lies and dope
We then began to give up all hope
As children we dreamt of a wonderful life
Instead as we grew we felt like we were stabbed with a knife
The peace and joy we once felt
Ended up being the hand we were dealt
Accept the person you are
One day you will become someones shining star
When your days come to an end
You will see who was really your friend
Categories:
af, addiction, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
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* ha te *
* bi t t e r, h e a r t l e ss *
* sp i t t i n g, a s s a u l t i n g, s p u r n i ng *
* ph a n t o m, v i l l a i n, m o t h e r, G od *
* fo r g i v i n g, n u r t u r i n g, g i v i ng *
* af f e c t i o n a t e, t e n d er *
* lo ve *
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8/12/2017
Categories:
af, hate, love,
Form:
Diamante
The goddess Appetitey,
a figure I have known
The mirror makes it all so clear
just look at how I’ve grown
Yes, Appetitey is a joy
when she comes around
With her songs in Menu form
resistance can’t found
She always seems to know
just what I love to eat
Burgers, tacos, fish and chips
and always something sweet
The goddess Appetitey
not really known to all
She’s the reason diet’s fail
why we drop the ball
Her sister of Greek myth
the one of lust and love
Banned her from the heavens
yet she is still above
So when you feel the urges
to stuff your face with pie
Just go and give the finger
right up to the sky
Pronunciation:
App-a-Ty-tee
Her lusty sister
Af-ra-Dy-tee
Categories:
af, fantasy, food, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
AA TO DF, THE COMPLETE LIST
AA automobile association – UK’s best
AB Alberta - Canadian province in the west
AC electric currect alternating
AD anno domini - yearsafter Christ’s coming
AE famous poet real name George William Russell
AF air force as in RAF - and USAF as well
Ba barium – a chemical element
BB Brigitte Bardot - attracted every gent
BC years before Christ the Lord
BD as in CHMN. of the BD. = board
Be beryllium an element much in use
BF bloody fool - in UK , polite abuse
Ca California – beaches, suntanned crowds
Cb cumulonimbus clouds
CC cubic centimeters (as in 500cc motorbike)
CD compact disc. Or cadmium if you like
CE civil engineer (professional designation)
cf means “compare” (Latin abbreviation)
Da = Russian for “yes”
Db decibels - measure of sound, I guess
DC is where Obama works his activity
DD doctor of divinity
De = French for “of” or “from”
DF direction finder - for a plane with a bomb
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Written for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "A.C, D.C.. A.D., B.C."
Categories:
af, funny,
Form:
Couplet
Would it surprise you if our
Future world had no God?
A 'Brave New World' offers just that
Ones and zeros rule our habitat
Technology has enslaved us, become our god
And no one even finds it odd
When babies are rolled down the assembly line
And each baby has their destiny assigned
Welcome to the world of 2620
Anno Domini (AD) has been replaced by After Ford (AF)
The man who built model T's aplenty
Has taken the place of the LORD
A world not unlike our own
Where the super rich rule
And control the masses
Using technology as the tool
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Not for contest
Categories:
af, future, technology,
Form:
Quatrain
I feel I must put this experience out there.
This took place about ten years ago in my room while meditating.
(Whilst in a trance-like state) I looked up facing the sunrise through a great trilithon, I was at Stonehenge. As I walked through the huge trilithon, I turned my head back to see a great Owl perched on top of the archway I just came through. Which I found quite odd, considering that I have no affiliation with them. Then turning back to the right of me I could see my spirit Wolf pacing nervously outside another great trilithon staring directly at me.
Turning now to the near centre, a hooded black cloaked figure appeared to emerge from a green fire in the centre.
All I could see of his face was his old grey chin. But what happened next astounded me. Telepathically, I spoke directly into his mind saying, "what do you want?" He laughed replying, (into my head) "is not the question what do you want?" Then I laughed saying, "I want to be the best Shaman I can be." With that, he drew up his right arm, palm down holding something. So I, in turn, placed out my right-hand palm up and he placed a little leather pouch in it. systematically, I raised my hand up to my heart and the bag went in. I thanked him and turned around and left. Never did catch his name or meet him again. But I now carry the Crane-Bag.
Update: since this experience, I have recently developed AF, (atrial fibrillation) so make of that what you will. But I still maintain that my heart is good.
Also, found out later that The green Flame is the Flame of balance and Truth. It leads to analysis and development of ideas, especially Divine ideas and impulses that have been conceived in the First Ray of the Blue Flame. Those ideas ultimately and inevitably produce wisdom and light.
Second update: funny, now after an ablation my heart is fine.
Now I know for sure that he was looking out for me.
Categories:
af, spiritual, travel, truth,
Form:
Narrative
365 days of the Alcohol Experiment
After 30 days the need to continue was evident.
Italian adventure to Rome Florence and Venice, cosy restaurants and no wine a penance!
Elation on completion of a holiday with alcohol deletion.
Real rest, renewal and recuperation.
Not hangovers, exhaustion and a turn to work depletion.
No barriers of painkilling built up around me but open and available and at last truly living!
A feeling of real health never known,
sober sleep the deepest.
3 am awakenings not repeated.
Weight more stable than for 35 years
Alcohol free means energ--ie
Faced my AF fears and after 8 years trying, succeeded.
Now Coffee and company with intimate conversation not superficial chat, slurred speech and inebriation.
AF tribe explosion. Deep friendships unfolding.
laughs and special moments. Discovering worthyness and self love and whaw that I am enough!
Lliving in the moment not for the alcohol moment.
Sober socialising discovered.
Alcohol companies, brainwashing adverts pedalling lies uncovered.
Culture driven by alcohol is epidemical
Profits & Taxes guaranteed by a chemical.
Facing trauma and grief with a stable mood. Alcohol as the cause of anxiety and depression understood.
Just 10 months AF with my beautiful mother.
Such quality time above any other.
Emotional transparency, expression and facing the pain. Not numbing and smothering self again.
It's a brave new world of no regret experience.
Just wished I had known and not spent years delerious.
I'm not looking back not giving in now!
This new life I've found will much more than do
Cause it's wonderful, beautiful, amazing and true and I wish for a total culture that's new!
Categories:
af, addiction, celebration, change, drink,
Form:
just saw myself in the mirror
after feasting a box of pizza
cannot stand the sight of horror
and realized 'twas a bad idea
the main goal is to get lean
have my ass busy and active
but i'm lazy af to go clean
i guess its fate to get massive
got advised to get balanced diet
to lessen on sugar and carb
but the cravings are hard to quite
even giving up rice for lard
so this is what they called keto
gobbling more on fats and grease
less on meat, rice and potato
and more on veggies and cheese
some of you might get irked
but i need options and hope
please advise will this work
before i eat up this whole loaf
Categories:
af, health,
Form:
Quatrain
Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute not as consent is all we had and glad
as if LOVE LOVE like that is not welded onto the iron of our blood
our ICHOR revealed by the metal of my worth so all stop [fragment decay]
WE_SHE_BE and been found in the lost items bin or your heart box
Where few claim what they lost except employees that skim on whims
And random kids pretending to collect those sacred scatterings adding
Us all into the folk flying all stars from three to seven points and more
Up up to eleven and 127 plus 1 and another tenner and we are TEE H EX
Kate Bush ends spell of chant sans rhyme or beat and only written tell
By me that if your analyses searches for perfect supra-asymmetry balanced
By three points like MOEBIUS STRIPS or the landscape and felons well met
By the grads and all the Parises of Helen not Troy or Sparta or Hades subjects
Troy how you fell and flowed onto us oh Troy built but no Dear John JUDY Green
WE ALL LOVE YOU THEAFANIA MI MAYOR HERMANA o ONEE CHAN WO AI NI
all ways and four eve her all believe her and such is lillith plus you LADY^4
Categories:
af, absence, abuse, age, allah,
Form:
Personification
Die Lewens gang
So dwaal ek rond in die lewens gang
vol van verlange en oral teen di mure
hang potrete van herineringe.
Die tyd het geloop sy eie loop
geloop. Hy het ons mee gesleep en
wys gemaak. Tyd het geleer ons
geleer dat ale wonde genees, maar
tyd was ook te kort om vergaane
geliefdes weer te groet.
Soms is ons spyt gewees, soms het
ons net n sug van verligting, tyd sal
ons weer verder vat, Die onbekende
in die lewens lange gang af en oral
sal daar weer nog potrete by kom
van vriende en geliefdes wat in die
niet verdwyn. Maar die herinepringe
sal weer trug kom waneer ons stil
raak en trug blik na tye wat verby is.
Daar loop weer 2rye spore deur my
lewe, soos in die lewens gang van
ons lewe, verskyn daar ook n potrret
van jou op my muur, en ek weet uit
eindelik is jy ook op geteken in my
lewe. My gemoed raak stil want soos
van soveel kere van tevore moet ek
woner sal die potret bly hang, want
hier in die gang van di lewe is daar
onbekende dinge, dinge wat kan
uitwis dit wat eens mooi was. Dinge
wat gedagtes kan sper en gevoelens
kan koud laat, en ek skuif die prent
weer reg want met vetroue en geloof
sal die potret ook bly hang en die
kloue van liefde sal hou en nie laat
gaan.
Want die gang van die lewe is nooit
reguit nie.
Nuwe uit dagings wag. Om elke
draai, maar as ons om ons heen kyk
is ons geliefde daar, om te help te
hou op dit wat reg en eg is.
Want die mense rondom ons sien n
masker n masker wat niemand
behalwe ons geliefdes weet wat
agter aan gaan nie
Categories:
af, absence
Form:
ABC
As jy jou pyn buite wys
sal vriendelike,
Irreterende vreemdeling
jou inlig dat die wêreld
aanhou draai.
En hulle is reg.
Dit doen.
Maak nie saak hoe hard jy
dit smeek om te stop.
Dit hou aan draai.
Ek word wakker en is
gelukkig vir drie
sekondes.
Dan onthou ek,
Dit draai en kantel mense
uit
hul beddens
In hul karre, hul kantore.
'n Stortvloed van klein
mans en vrouens
Wat deur die lewe tuimel.
Probeer om nie te dink
wat daar onder wag.
Soms draai dit en stuur
ons
Wankelrig in mekaar se
arms.
Ons kleef styf,
Opgewonde en laggend,
Vreemdelinge saam
gegooi op 'n bewegende
prethuis vloer.
En dan draai die wêreld
weer.
En iemand val af...
Dis so 'n lang pad af
Koud van skok,
Kan ons net staan en kyk
hoe hulle val
En geleidelik kleiner word.
Onttrek stadig uit ons
geheue
Tot hulle nie meer
sigbaar is.
Ons versamel in
begraafplase,
Stil en gespanne,
Asof ons die impak gaan
hoor;
Die plons van 'n rivier klip
in 'n donker put,
Probeer om die diepte te
meet.
Probeer om te meet hoe
ver ons val.
Geen impak kom;
Geen plons.
Die oomblik gaan verby.
Die wêreld draai
En ons draai weg,
Gaan aan met ons
lewens...
Ons vou ons self toe
In gerieflike
voorspelbaarhede
Om ons warm te hou
teen die koue.
"Tyd is 'n goeie
geneesheer"
"Ten minste was dit
vinnig"
"Die wêreld hou aan
draai"
Categories:
af, angst, death, depression, fear,
Form:
Free verse
My gramps was a long-staunch Baptist of the sort S.B.C.,
Until his local congregation got beholden to the R.N.C.
Gramps was a hoot – on a Friday he joined the K.K.K.,
Saturday, he quit because it wasn’t a branch of the Y.M.C.A.
Afterwards, he feared a knock on his door from the C.I.A.
Would negate all his years working with the B.S. of A.
Gramps continued his strong support for the N.A.A.C.P.
But said he was canceling his membership in the B.B.B.
He was a coal miner, but Gramps never joined the A.F. of L.
It was years before he learned the union was not a U.R.L.
Categories:
af, character, grandfather, humor,
Form:
Couplet
we drove late afternoon
over the dark Rhein,
the sky fake with orange,
to Bonn : to a house with cool, emplty rooms,
white with words, dark with chords,
to an elegant Hammerflügel ;
for my father the end of a journey,
but the start of the sublime
( for A.F. Philibert)
Categories:
af, anniversary,
Form:
Elegy
As my story begins,
I was born on 30th March 6889 AD with beats audio in my ears,
With a pen in between my index finger,
So make no err, I’m a playwright and so was my Queen Mother,
Even when I never had and I have no cheese, music fed & feeds me.
My ears don’t listen to this, that & those!
Music is my sovereign princess because it never breaks my heart & it will never,
So I fell in love with music because it’s Y.A.S,
That’s why I #8ryan I will never refrain from listening to music & writing!
I got all music genres in my favorite playlist, after all music is my, mind control,
So let’s, bass, stereo, pop, jazz, classic & rock my playlist,
Killjoys, don’t yah make a name against #8ryan’$ music club life,
Because there dwells only one club life at time in Amagoro!
My music room is my habitual writing room!
30th March is a Celly day for my birth-date & my music club life, so STFU,
Cause’ music qualifies to inspire me to write,
This freedom at 21st century makes me to be cool #Af
Cause’ my music club life speaks for itself,
Now shall you take my name & use it, let me be,
Cause’ I’m the minister of words!
And the winner who will never quit on himself
Enjoy the funkin poem.
T.m.Ts ©BryanDePoet
Categories:
af, birth, birthday,
Form:
Personification
I am a broken man without a home*,
My teeth don't feel right... and I sometimes shake.
There is a difference, now that you are gone.
Of all these, only pain keeps me awake:
Sunsets, cold breezes, heat, and pain, and time...
Of all of these, just pain keeps me awake!
I have a scurvy mood, and there's no lime...
And I am dumb and blind and full of ache.
...And yet, I dream, and Live and Love to Sing!
I go outside, am struck! I can't stay numb!
I pray like Joy's my only steadfast thing!
I bleed, and hurt, stumble... my Voice goes dumb...
But none of these can equal your sweet Smile!
And so, I'll stop, and SEE it, for a while!
*NOTE: For Honesty's sake: I am not homeless, AF
Categories:
af, depression, loneliness, longing, loss,
Form:
Sonnet