Best Airtight Poems
People always forget every good thing you do…
Even after you go out of your way to help them..
With everything you have and everything you got…
Without thinking twice.. They will let you down…
We always meet someone for a reason…for the best or for the worst..
If they want use you... for their own selfish reasons..
Forgive them and forget them… Don’t hate them…
Don’t waste your time on them.. Just let that feeling go away..
If they want to test you…let them do it in their own way ….
But Pass the test in your own time... In your own way..
If they want to teach you… Learn the lesson well..
You get the chance to learn a new things again..
We are all humans.. We all have our mistakes…
No one is perfect.. No one is correct…no one is a saint…
If someone is not treating you right... let that feeling be away ..
If someone is not keeping their promises they made
Just remember promises are just are human words until is proven in anyway..
So start a fresh.. Hug the memory and say good bye ..
Wish them all the best in life with all your heart in anything come what may..
Then move on.. Just walk forward but please don’t look back...
It might hurt you.. it might stab you many times in the heart for everyday..
Tears will drop down countless times…
will feel like you are dying every moment passing by…
But you are going to be airtight…you are going to move again..
You can’t ever change what is done..
But you can always change what is to happen..
So with all the lessons.. Experience tears and sadness..
With all the mix of it ...Life will go on..it will always lead on..
So Trust me when I say…In time… everything is going to be alight...
and will make you stong to face it next time..!!
Dilu Wijegunasekara
10th of August 2019
Your soul is suffocating friend
I feel the sadness weighting you
The pain seems to be without end
My healing love cannot get through
You’ve buried hurt for far too long
A languid fester in your bones
Recalling only forlorn songs
The years have taken heavy toll
Those memories they’ll random come
And pain will boil and surface
And though you’re usually numb
Your tears well up with purpose
I witness valiant the fight
The joust as steeled emotion
That’s cloaked in armor so airtight
Is pierced with guile corrosion
Your words attempt escape and then
As grief seeps through your eyes
Please let your tears fall now my friend
Just I will hear your cries
I’ll lovingly collect your tears
And cleanse each as it falls
Let hurt come out from all those years
I’ll help you crumble that wall
Embracing you I’ll hug your soul
Your healing has begun
Unbury joy that sadness stole
My friend, I’ll be your sun.
12/08/2017
Faith, The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
How is your faith, will it hold up under life's weight or would you fold from being worldly controlled or, do your faith have a stronghold.
And not faith in material things but faith in things unseen. World you step out on a limb even though the limb looks grim, while people are saying, you're crazy it's just a whim?
Which means stepping into the obscure being totally unsure but you are really secure because you know you have a saviour and your faith is going to make you a great entrepreneur.
Except you're in a world of defence believing only in it's science, so it has thrown down the gauntlet for The Word to the world is a real threat and makes it sweat because the world only believes in assets.
But faith is beyond common sense which is our natural defense, so is your faith pretence or are you on the fence?
2Cor.5:7(For we walk by faith not by sight) but we are so use to fight or flight, so how do I build my faith and make it airtight?
Rom.10:17(Faith comes by hearing and hearing by The Word of Christ) but will that suffice for the world say it's way to big a sacrifice and far too over priced. Still out of all the worldly knowledge I've heard nothing makes more sense than The Word.
However, all over the land it looks like man has the upper hand, but you must be on your guard(Thus saith The Lord: Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, that maketh flesh his arm and who's heart depareth from The Lord. Jer.17:5 KJV.) And this will be of your own accord.
So take heed for you can do incredible deeds even with faith as small as a mustard seed but it must be in The Lord and you will feel it deep within then, your faith can move mountains. (Matt.17:20)
NOW when life gets you down and has you full of grief, turn to The Lord for complete relief and pray( Lord help my unbelief. Mark 9:24) because when in The Lord you take stock you'll be building your house upon a Rock. ( Luke.6:48).
Then if you feel The Lord still hasn't taken your case you must ask yourself. How is my Faith?
There's a fire in the morning, colored grey
but today's not the day for seeing
not for you..
look at your hands, wonders they've seen
though perhaps too few
please tell me yours
the fading dreams
in our curfew..
being so close to a heartbeat
so familiar
yet not mine
feel it so dear
such a mark..
pay no attention, those machines
with subtle drone
they count life different
through lovely skin turned
translucent
still your own.
and who knows, ah..., who indeed
streaming in tears
grey strands of rhyme
your time
and so thankful,
mine.
there'll appear a door
where all's right
though torpedo'd
your ship remains
in spirit
airtight.
Thinking about Nevermind!
Skinny dipping soaked in bleach, albino by design
Eyes burning, -Something in the way- future gives a sign
No pacifier needed, when remuneration’s on the line
Keep calm it’s just rehearsal, will sink lower another time
Born too soon, umbilical’s frayed by a toothless bite
Lure instills urge to swim, bypassing baptismal rite
-Come as you are- take a breath, be sure to stay airtight
Nevermind the grunge, it’s less dirty with a soul of white
Zero in on bait, the watermark hides a sell by date
Perhaps-stay away- not much change at going rate
Don’t lose sight of legal tender, it won’t always sate
Take a breather, rest assured, if lungs don’t reinflate
Swimming in circles chasing what is never truly ours
Set in ripples, a reflection of mankind’s weakest hour ?
The dollar breaks, revealing depths we’ve yet to scour
In the murk, no god we trust, just a bill we all empower
Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.
Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing 'Super Elite 4' when they might be watching
'The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle the Moose.'
Some highly-paid accountants play with their clients' numbers, fast and loose,
As weight-loss specialists do patients' expanding waistlines fail to reduce.
More and more often gynecologists must early labor unexpectedly induce,
So that a healthy, social-media-acceptable baby be rapidly produced.
Romantic poets with winsome words do their audiences seduce,
Since philosophers do airtight, logical conclusions no longer deduce.
Injun squaws are still known to carry their young ones in a papoose.
Whereas a hanging by a noose is a custom quite understandably out of use.
And, of course, the current Oval Office Occupant continues to rule the roost
By tweeting, texting, and twittering a refuse-storm gallopingly profuse.
Which all leads to the inevitable, inescaple, perhaps irrefutable con-cluse
That some people will and others won't throw up their hands, saying
"What's the Use?!"
Thirteen books! And you are in class one,
And the answers to the difficult questions
Are my brother, long!
In the bushy country near the low hills,
Kids, calves spring in delight;
Cows and goats graze whole days.
The cowboys enjoy warm sun,
Wild meadows, cool blows of air!
My boy, you have to be indoors all-day,
Behind wide walls, airtight and high!
And ah! Grassy school-ground be guarded by numb tutors.
I see the suffering of your tiny soul…!
My boy, a bird with trimmed wings,
Can’t fly in the fair sky?
A hobbled horse can’t race in a pasture;
Fastened tight with tie,
You can’t shout open in the open outdoor.
How can a caged parrot like
Even if given golden grains—
You are returning your tiffin, always half-eaten.
I will hug your beating baby-heart
And rub long with my chest;
Kiss your fear-laden face;
Help you lifting the hefty bag;
And shed a tear afterward…
This is what I can do for you, my boy-brother,
Everyday.
A delicious crispy snack
Made of rice and maize
Packed in special airtight bags
It is such a craze.
Cheesy Twistees are attractive
They are tasty and unique
The result of rare technique.
They are healthy, baked not fried
Now a household name;
Many flavours to boast of
Rapid rise to fame.
Cheesy Twistees are attractive
They are tasty and unique
The result of rare technique.
Curly Twistees are so yummy
Nothing beats them, it is true;
Once you try them you’re addicted
You’ll get one for price of two!!
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Paul Callus ~ 31st May 2015
Contest: Sing Me a Jingle
Sponsor: Lyric Man
Placed 1st
The image was a tree, simply at night
It was an ancient picture that formed tall
The tree was grand, displaying a great sight
Exposing the scene of a tree made tight
The painting which is produced on the mall
The image was a tree, simply at night
The picture of this tree was of delight
Not a one limb would make you want to bawl
The tree was grand, displaying a great sight
White flowers on this tree carries with might
It’s an awesome sight that sits on the wall
The image was a tree, simply at night
I surely loved to view this tree tonight
The view of the beautiful tree has gall
The tree was grand, displaying a great sight
The picture has a fixture that’s airtight
I see this painting when I come and call
The image was a tree, simply at night
The tree was grand, displaying a great sight
Russell Sivey
How 'Bout Stoichiometry For A Conversational Hook?
Nary a clue exists about
the relationship between
relative quantities of substances
taking part in a clean
(non GMO contaminated)
gluten free reaction,
or forming a mean
compound, typically a ratio
of whole integers umpteen
place holders long proudly,
(albeit microscopically)
swaggering analogous
to a prideful
home coming queen
walking with her beau
appearing much older looking
than a latte (drinking) teen,
the third word up above, (affright
full looking, isle
lid lashing sorely,
trying, torquing, and
testing vision, i.e. eye sight),
where with insight
red left to right
across conventionally,
sans persons write
ting, and/or read
ding English, who might
live within neck of the woods,
how zing this knight,
where the whirled wide webbing
haint so bright
this smart aleck (comprised
fancy title), excite
ting immediate uptight
reaction came to "light"
just in the nick of time
to spur a sprite
lee chary reader to take
pro nouns hubble flight
(at what the ĵ** -
in reference quite
understandably to multi
syllable chemical airtight
romance masquerade),
this barred bard did write
unfamiliar word, which undoubtedly
triggered consternation,
and fierce urge to bite
and/ or sentence this "FAKE" cur,
who whiz unable to height
ten interest toward me senseless
poetics with supreme delight.
A. W. Nutter
A familiar door opens quietly
The living room still and vacant
Darkness engulfing sin completely
Shattered heart beating so rampant
Remaining statuesque, hatred building
Wedding vows casually tossed aside
Murderous thoughts I begin caressing
Life’s defining moment has arrived
The children's beds tidily made
Their fragrance lingering in the air
Haunting echoes, bedtime serenade
Memories spoiled by mothers affair
Unable to hold emotions in check
The knife flashes, finding its mark
Severing the artery in her lovers neck
Plunging it through the traitors heart
Disappearing silently into the night
Weapon and soiled clothing destroyed
Entering my home through a trap door
Home defense system remains deployed
Children unaware they are motherless
As I carefully lay down by their side
Alarms intact, kids never left defenseless
Providing their father, an airtight alibi
Whoe’er she be the creation of gazing and killing lips
That is not impossible to hold and to scream,
Whose form which I look down at the flesh of sea’s tulips
As I puzzle the need from my heart to stop it to go in bloodstream.
For where all stars far away come and stay where’er she lie
And those eyes direct to fear and I admire;
Till nothing tread out of me from the unseen outie
And still, or glist’ring nest a backfire
Of this whole thing wring the last message of passion
And fair lips, which the youth dire to cover with words;
To rise, “Bring all what it aspires and earnings compassion!”
And it was then Heaven can testify from the summer chords.
By the lovely out dream and day all night
My body and your body shall airtight.
Take a half-truth,
mix it with a half-lie
Toss in a patsy,
create the perfect alibi
Somebody that you murdered,
had to be moved out of the way
Something you wanted in your possession,
you had to kill to get it ...
a blood price you were willing to pay
You took aim at one of your frienemies,
found out what their weak spot was
Lured them with a most basic instinct,
baited the trap for the no-good rat fink
Then you sent in a silent shadow ---
top-notch thief, street handle: "Mud"
To steal something that was stolen,
felt doubly good just because ...
you could do it
Make 'em feel the hurt
when they got hit
And besides, you didn't like 'em
anyway one bit
You loved making 'em get out the game,
making 'em quit
You took what you wanted,
so why did you have to kill 'em?
You say it wasn't that way,
they brought about their own foul play
Pride wouldn't let 'em take the sting,
leave it alone,
just say you got the best of 'em
No, they had to take it to another level,
put a contract out
Hire an out-of-town scout
Second rate criminal trying to jump first class on you
No, that won't abide, that just won't do
So back to the question,
somebody want to know why?
Sorry, wannabe detective,
seems he's got an airtight alibi
A small group of survivors,
Heading towards the hostile planet mars,
One spaceship, one ride, no return,
Looking back to what was left of earth,
As it faded into the far distance,
Was there any hope?
For human kind,
Or did man become too intelligent,
That it destroyed itself,
Were we the lucky few or not?
What will we face?
On the red volcanic toxic planet,
Doomed before arriving?
Would we build then destroy?
Could we survive?
Freezing adverse weather,
Build airtight buildings,
Or live in caves,
Create oxygen,
Grow food! Keep warm,
Do we have enough food?
How long would we last?
Nobody new,
Quietness and speechlessness,
Darkness abounded,
Fear and dread,
As we moved through the sky,
Would mars be kind to us?
Or live up to its reputation,
Man of war!
Heading into the unknown,
Families left behind,
Loved ones were gone,
Venturing into new future,
Mars would be our new earth,
Was our only chance,
Will mars destroy us?
Or we mars.
Is there alien life forms?
Another unknown enemy,
Besides ourselves.
Wars again,
Or this time, learn peace?
Who would rule us?
Or would we be free,
Life on mars.
06/05/2016
For competition
Sponsor Brian Davey
Painful self actualization
quickly brights to light
paltry reasons (with or
without rhyme) a desolate sight
within blinkered mindseye hindsight
grotesque grimace shocks with affright
desolate landscape
precipitated when airtight
vacuum sealed sequestered,
muckraked, furloughed...
which past existence now doth bite
back with a vengeance more agonizing
than any imaginable plight
feeble effort thru poetry
to portray psychological bombsight
cathartic, emetic, pathetic... ejection
minus (all gore rhythm)
red tattered torn flesh ala bullfight,
vigil held under
deathly hallowed candlelight
lack of living will trumped right
against autopsy, eh
scant material worth any copyright
deceased did request mourners
to revel in daylight
of life (l'chaim) delight
within simple pleasures downright
unfettered, yet respectful
of self and others fight
for peace with strong lanced arms,
yet...shy away from fistfight
while standing firm
on righteous ground,
versus passively taking flight
modestly acknowledge accomplishments,
sans reflection initial birthed floodlight
ideally rejoice asper positive contribution
within webbed, wide world despite
shortcomings vis a vis height
insight, might,... dismissing as trite
customary, healthy, quality traits
sustaining virtuous yeast
leavening kindled hindsight
carried into darkness of afterlife
soul asylum void of oblivion
analogous to eternal midnight,
where surviving kin begat,
viz biological millwright,
which sunny daughters
became darling lasses overnight
I ask do not weep, nor mourn,
neither heap exaggerated flattery, quite
upon the head of
this beastly boyish sight,
whose dying wish
expansive though slight
points to stopping for persons white
red, brown, black...since one's birth
until...final seconds usher
mortal into twilight!