Best After All Is Said And Done Poems
Bring a cup and fetch my Tears,
Because tomorrow has been for Years.
Life challenges, my favorite Seat,
As my fear dances to my Heartbeat.
Day and night, I don't Care,
As poverty, the cloth i Wear.
Happiness travels in Dreams,
Yet with hope,possible it Seems.
Drunk, a way to Forget.
Yet once awake, it's time to Regret.
Questions, i ask Myself,
Even though no answers on my Shelve.
Here i am slowly Sinking,
In that ocean called Thinking.
As a new day keeps Wishing,
Maybe Faith is what's Missing.
After all is said and Done
Like the rise of a new Sun,
The hope for a better Tomorrow,
Is the path i have chosen to Follow.
Here upon a silent wind
Here upon a silent wind,
a longing it does fall
As fated feelings float the breeze
in answers soon to call
Of what I am imagining,
the truth shall somehow be
If after all is said and done
your love remains with me
My thoughts they paint the shadows
in a smile I now wear
With each delivered promise made
within your heart to share
So come inside my waiting arms,
a perfect night is here
For this shall be my only need
to have you always near
These dreams are for believers
every eye that peers the sky
Gazing to this velvet night
of moon beams soaring high
Casting forth decisions of
a wisdom ever true
To whisper on this silent wind
and say that I love you
Good night Soupers
You got a hundred lovers,
including me
Every one of us
give you something that you need
But you really only need us after that,
when your fire starts getting low,
and your house gets cold
You only need us
when you need to feed,
when you need the body heat
You only want us
when you want to burrow,
when you want to give some sorrow
Give centipede promises of tomorrow:
Telling each one of us
how good it would be,
just you and me
Selling each one of us
this centipede fantasy,
that we’re quick to believe
You move so fast,
your heart can’t stay long
In and out you’re gone
Centipede feet always on the run,
having musical chair fun
Said you promise to be true
with the last sitting one
But, I know you ...
after all is said and done:
Your centipede heart
is gonna devour each and every one
Yes, I know you ... how you do
You be bugging when you creep on by,
with a hundred alibis
Saying so and so just can’t let go,
saying even though you told them no
Then as soon as I turn the lights down low,
your phone rings,
and your centipede heart gotta go
This I know about you ...
So tell that worm that’s fresh and new:
Centipede feet always gon leave,
just as fast as they met you too
Centipede heart always gon give you empty;
wiping a hundred feet on your heart,
getting you dirty
A Fond Farewell
By
M P Walsh
I text her every day at Ten, just to say good day,
Ask how’s it going, Nana, is everything okay?
Did you sleep the sleep of slumber, or stay awake ‘til 10,
And by the way the real good news, the Red Sox won again!
She answers back and I could see the tiredness in her text,
I woke again, she tells me, for that same old 5 AM.
I offer her a fix to keep her sleeping through the night,
But she writes it just won’t work for me: “I’ve already tried it twice.”
I send her back a ha, ha text to let her know I care,
She then sends me a big red face (I guess I wasn’t fair).
She asks me if my walk went well and did I wave at cars,
I answer her with big bright eyes, emoji eyes not mine.
My Nana Jo, a precious jewel, whose friendship means a lot,
We seem to get along most times but scold me when I’m not.
She is one of my darling Angels number one to be exact,
The other two are there for me but Nana tops the lot.
All three Angels are my friends we share some precious dates,
Like birthdays and of Christmas time with dinners to celebrate.
We laugh and joke and smile a bunch and try to stay at ease,
We’re happy as a clam and snug, my three Angels and me!
Of course I’m getting older just not ready to leave the Girls,
They’re also over 50 but they just don’t look their age.
I celebrate my life and pray that I will go with ease.
Because after all is said and done, it’s where I want to be.
And when it rains look at the sky to Heaven and beyond,
Because the rain that wets your face is just a gift of mine.
And when the rain lets up and a Rainbow comes along,
Just sneak under the Rainbow, pause, and hear me sing my songs.
I'm just like you, I really am,
I'm really not so odd.
I have my ways, I guess that's true,
And for that I thank my God;
For we all have certain attributes,
That differ from the rest;
Ways and habits we have formed,
That oft times aren't the best;
But that's what makes us who we are,
And sets us each apart,
As separate individuals,
But still with soul and heart.
I may not think or talk like you,
Opinions often differ,
But after all is said and done,
I am still your sister.
Accept me just the way I am,
As God meant me to be,
As I accept the way you are,
For God loves you and me.
I feel so close to him,
Like nothing on earth could compare…
To the joy, hope, faith and peace I’ve found with him,
Always sharing and believing and dreaming,
So alive and fulfilled and with no need for anything…
Only the love that we have found within our hearts,
So alive and warm and welcoming, filled with hope.
I feel so close to him,
In so many ways I’ve never dreamed…
Feelings keep me yearning for a second chance,
Another moment to spend just seeking solace…
Fulfillment with the one that holds the key to my heart,
The one who makes me laugh and fills my thoughts…
With a sense of purpose and renewal and inspiration.
I feel so close to him,
Love that feels this real is alive within…
A miracle from heaven that God sends to us all,
Like a light of joy that abides with our shared thoughts,
Mysteries from the heart that remind us why we’re here,
To give and to love with all that we have within…
Loving is the only thing that makes life worthwhile.
Loving, after all is said and done, is the only part of life…
That assures the heart we’ve become the ones…
God sent us here to become,
Hearts who love!
Masters of our own fate and doing it our way? No, no, no.
Out of that bed, rush through breakfast and have that coffee.
Never say never because Never never made any promises to you.
Day after day, Monday through Friday and sometimes Saturdays also.
After all is said and done, and we are more done than said, we retire.
Yes, there is life after Monday if we go easy and coast into Wednesday.
07312018PoetrySoupContest, Mondays, Tania Kitchin
Aged chains are hampering me.
They get heavier constantly.
Age changes everything,
Voices crackle, making it hard to sing.
Walking and talking become a chore,
The conversation is a bore.
When the subjects get too deep
Old-aged folk tend to fall asleep.
Mumbling softly under their breath
They often gasp, scaring guests to death.
When they lay with open mouth
They do not realise their teeth went south.
This state of affairs could cause them to dribble,
It may embarrass some, but to old folk, this is trivial.
Getting old may make one sad,
But after all is said and done, it's not all bad.
How lucky old folk are to be still alive,
To have lived a long life and survived.
Father Time has passed us by
We aged folk should not moan or cry.
We should be gracious and thankful, too,
And hope that life will be kind to you.
Trusting future generations will be healthy and strong,
And be gifted with a life that's happy and long.
After All Is Said And Done, I'm a Rainbow;
A Persistent Rainbow That Is Visible In All Lighting Conditions;
Unique In Both Body & Soul From Everyone Else;
I Have a Soul Made Of Gold & a Soul Made Of Rainbow.
I've Always Felt Like An Alien With No Identity;
No Desire For Glory, & Only Wisdom Gained Through Suffering.
When I Think Back On Those Memories;
I Feel As Though My Emotions Have Been Repeatedly Used As Props In a Cruel & Twisted Game;
Almost Driving Me To The Brink Of Insanity.
I Feel As If There Is No Point In Love Anymore;
Because I Am Being Pursued By Myself;
&
Am Alone In a Dark & Lonely Hallway.
I Must Continue To Act As Though My Life Is Anything But Gray.
After all is said and done, cliché style
(Forgive me if this does not rhyme, I'm moving
Past rhyme for the sake of rhyme)
You will have gone away rich and returned for more
Because you thought you knew what you needed
To feel loaded, fulfilled and needed
You thought you knew your needs
And had articulated and defined them to a tee
You knew all the similes that ran parallel to your feelings
But those were nothing more than thoughts
Which is why a mind is such a terrible thing to have
You thought
You knew the right ingredients for happiness
Just the right mix
To make laughter and an electrifying smile
A happy ever after which, you thought
Existed in cash and came contained
In bags of gold marked with silver linings
which you carried a thousand miles
Only to end up clutching a plastic smile
Because all the nonsense you collected turned out
To have a mind of its own
So, you met yourself returning from that place and thinking
Was I better off before I became better off
Or did I believe a lie? Of course, you were drunk then
And you certainly are drunk now
Except you have no idea what it is. You're in the dark like me
And even now I hear a chorus of ayes and nays
And someone letting out a wry laugh and shouting amen
Because the bottom line is this; this will resonate
Even if it doesn't. I will let you be the judge of that
Folks trying to nod and shake their heads at the same time
Take it easy people, this is exactly what you think it is
Name it what you will. If the cap fits, I suggest you wear it
And so, cliché style, you returned
To the place from which you had returned
Because enough was not enough. You wanted more
But needed less of more and more of less
And fortunately, or unfortunately, about this you were clueless
All that glittered was just a bag full of humus
And once you admitted this to yourself a new light shone
And you wondered how come you'd missed this all along
But couldn't dwell on that because you had better things to do
In the end you gave away all the matters that had mattered
And in half breaths cursed and muttered
Words and phrases too precious to repeat in this space
In the end you were richer without the riches
And much more comfortable without the restraining breeches
From a society that had always wanted to define and control your mind
If I Were A Millionaire
If I were a millionaire....
There goes the plaintive cry of a popular song..
What a catchy phrase to incite one to dream on...
In the daily grind of making a living we are mostly blind...
Scurrying hither and thither strapped to the coattails of time....
If I were a millionaire....
Gladly would I sing along the words in that popular song playing in the air...
Heck I can even modify the lyrics as timely proof of my personal flair..
For as a millionaire living happily as in a song, there is time for song and dance..
I need not chase after Father Time for other dreamers will perform to my dance...
If I were a millionaire...
Money worries will not cloud my style of living in the sunshine and at the beach...
I can daily sing merrily and dance freely, carefree and unfettered in relief...
I will have countless friends for company and none shall I turn away hastily...
Even fair weathered friends and their friends can be part of my happy family...
If I were a millionaire...
With my carefree living ways, all songs and dances and frittering time away...
There comes a time when I should stop the live music and take stock some day...
For there is a millionaire, bless his kind soul at 82, who most wisely did demonstrate…
For true and meaningful happiness, spread some wealth and aid the poor desperate…
If I were a millionaire…
My gold and wealth I should rightly share with those in need somewhere, anywhere…
Cut the music, stop the song and dance for urgent help and assistance are sorely needed there…
After all is said and done, even one such as I, must surely pause at the pearly gates at St Peter…
I wonder and I fidget and fret, when the time comes, shall I bypass or shall I be welcomed to enter…
If I were a millionaire….
To the final end, will I still be one through the gates of Heavens or am I cursed into the depths of Hell…?
05 Oct 2015
MY PICTURE FRAME
In my picture frame, I count nine
Standing neatly in a row
Two are hers and two are mine
And that accounts for four
Two others are a lady and me
Two pastors make it eight
And that is all that there should be
I count nine – but wait
The ninth one is Christ Jesus
A reflection from His picture on the wall
It's as if He's there to bless us
As we answer to His call
We are there to join two families
So they all shall be as one
And live together in close harmony
After all is said and done
That was eighteen years ago
We're so glad Christ Jesus came
To join us all together
And be in my picture frame
Curtis Moorman
24 November 2011
This is a picture of my wedding day 18 years ago when two families were joined
together in the sight of our Heavenly Father to become one family with Him as
the focal point. That union is still intact today with five (soon to be six) additions.
Writing this poem on Thanksgiving day gives me great pleasure as I give Thanks
and Praise to the One who made it possible.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I am gone, after living out, like water up the spout it's all days gone bye.
Like a riddle, It's long, it's short, it goes by quick, after all, is said and done we don't really give a lick.
Chased the dream until I screamed, some attained, some elusive but at a price that is utterly too abusive.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... sigh.
We just leave as we should because it's time, time for God's next trick. Rich man, poor man it don't matter none we have had our fill and our fun.
Next man up, fasten your seatbelt it's quite the ride, don't want to fall until it's your time to die........
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... my oh my!
Everything true was just mere lies, some more, some less but lies nonetheless, deceived, distressed, completely undressed.
What to think, what to say, when all of one's beliefs are taken away, press pause? restart? reboot you say? It's all a bit late, it's all rather moot, wouldn't you say?
It's all very odd to begin the decline when everything seems strangely fine? It all weighs so heavily though on your mind.
Best not to think, just do! try to win each day as it's all anew. It's good, it's bad, it's happy, it's sad, my son calls me dad so I'm not feeling mad, just happy to be and, not, not be and to be as long as I possibly can be. Is that the answer? maybe? we'll see.......
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... Please don't cry
For we die each night, Born again every day, take it or leave it, it's better that way. Take it!, take it, I say, try to make it just one more day, what more can one possibly say, but be thankful for just one more precious day.
Like the common fruit fly and cockroach, our life span is but a blink of an eye before we die, just minutes off the cosmic clock of which we have no apparent key to its eternal lock
Our lives are passing by and we look down
Someone with holes in their shoes and we frown
People are so different, city and town
Even if you wearing rags or expensive gown
All our hearts pump the same red
Some of us are lucky to have bread
Cold winter nights in a warm bed
Others living like, the walking dead
Our hearts have gone to stone
Every breath we take is on loan
Regardless your palace or time-zone
Is everyone too afraid of the unknown
After all is said and done
And caring less for everyone
In the long run
We are all under the same sun
This man’s philosophy
A man without a plan
This man lives for and of the moment,
which leaves nothing tangible but descent
into the words being left on this page.
If he only had the power, courage to be a sage
and against humanities ills, hostilities against, rage.
Not to be, for he is far too wrapped up in the self
leaving nothing to, or for the world, but an elf
to play out his nightmares and his daydreams
to no other soul, just an empty house it seems,
as he walks, slowly onward, to the end of the road
where, in the end - after all is said and done –
life has been lived, with many a joy, and much fun.
This is the time when one can, forever lose the load.
A time – where after all – one and all will take flight
up into that tunnel leading to that glorious light.
B. J. “A” 2
November 7th 2004