Best All Out Poems
I send out this
work
to all of you
out
there
in
the shadows
A light will come
to you
if you want it to
The great teachers and masters
of the past
were not deceived
by this mortal
coil
They knew we
could over come
it
if - and only if
we were diligent
in our efforts
The years have come and gone
Do you not see
what is meant by happiness?
Do you see
that sending out poetry
is a magnificent thing?
Keep it up!
The years weigh heavily on
all of us
But if we persist
joy will come
to us all!
Brother, you been stacking it on
stick by stick, building me a fire.
Child by child, taught to build a pyre--
keep us warm, hide from the cold.
Stares of hell that face your soul
huff by huff, puff by puff
shutting down the wants for food,
shutting down the wants for love.
Here I am, clicking my fingers,
where you used to click your lighter--
"Ha, ha", fireworks to the sky!
Burns me inside to see you clicked off.
No one home, no one feeding the babes
no one working, no one piling on the fire.
I don’t know if it makes me sick hot and cold.
Sick, is the truth, you’ve made me feel
...you dead.
--after Just that Archaic Poet’s Playing with Fire
Some con men blew smoke
Trusting it was adequate
Vulnerable and uncertain
We gambled from the same stack
For the beauty of your game
Men with no tells flat line their hearts
For a better chance in spades
Calling our bluffs, upping the ante
Some will fold, others will match
We have seen each others faces
Our cards presented on the table
Laden with truth, sobering
Round tables offered many suitors
I complement it, a ring of surprise
For your hand, your love, I am all in
I’m all out for In, Boys, I’m all out for In
I’ll not consign dear Europe to the bonfire or the bin
We’ve fought too many flippin’ wars to call this thing a day
And isn’t such division just a little bit passé?
We’re a tiny little island, all surrounded by the sea
And the days of the Empire are consigned to history
Let’s not be cast adrift, Boys, in some Captain Pugwash boat
Vote to stay in Europe, Boys, it won’t dry up the moat
What say you? Immigration? What, the white ones or the black?
Which ones, which precisely, are you wanting to send back?
The ones who work for naff all cash, in dirt and sweat and mud?
Or the ones who ran from ISIS just to save their children’s blood?
What say you? Benefits? Well now, you’d best look in to that
It isn’t quite that easy for them all to get a flat
There’s rules to do with public funds, and residence as well
And doesn’t all that tax evasion leave a nasty smell?
And what about Intelligence, and Military Alliance
Employment, the Economy, and Human Rights compliance?
What will happen if we leave, well, lovely Boys, it won’t be pretty
There’ll be rhetoric on rhetoric, committee on committee
And all of flippin’ Europe will be looking down its nose
“You’re not with us, you’re against us” will be how the anthem goes
And Boris, hey don’t start me off, don’t listen to the bloke
Unless you went to Eton you’re the punchline of his joke
“More Bolly, Boris?” “Do you know, I don’t mind if I do
Oh dear, I fear I’ve drunk the lot, and now there’s none for you”
And Dave isn’t much better, though he’s talking far more sense
Hey, even Ms Claire Perry’s on the right side of the fence
And what about the Berlin Wall, the night that it came down
You could hear the cheers from Germany from old Devizes Town
We all thought that was progress, some sure sign of evolution
How can leaving Europe be a sensible solution?
And would you trust the Government to sell you a used car?
I’d rather have them supervised by Europe, thank you, ta
So, Votey McVote Face, it’s all down to you
I’m all out for In, Boys, and I hope that you are too
© Gail Foster 2016
Can’t hold this love in
To do that is sin
Can’t keep it inside
There’s no place for pride
Cause all that I see
Is you here with me
Whatever it takes
I’ll win at these stakes
So, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll be all out for you
Chorus
All out for you
It’s all I can do
If you love me or not
Here’s all I’ve got
It’s all I can do
Babe…I’m all out
All out for you
I know you can hurt
Can treat me like dirt
Might feel like the dead
When you leave my bed
I’m ready to bleed
To fill every need
It’s no way to live
My all I must give
So, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll be all out for you
Chorus
All out for you
It’s all I can do
If you love me or not
Here’s all I’ve got
And it’s all I can do
Babe, I’m all out….
All out for you
Stripped till I’m bare
My heart takes the dare
Though it’s so insane
I have to be plain
I’ll hold nothing back
Even under attack
I’ll yield and I’ll plead
Until I am freed
To give you it all
Man up to the call
To be all out for you
Yea, here’s what I’ll do
Chorus
All out for you
It’s all I can do
If you love me or not
Here’s all I’ve got
And it’s all I can do
Babe, I’m all out
I’m all out for you
Babe I’m all out
Yes, I’m all out for… you
I attended a Bryan Adams concert last night which rocked my world. I simply adore him as a singer, performer, humanitarian, and animal rights activist. Yes, he is vegan! :) I will blog about my experience a little later, but these words came to me today as I was thinking about it, and I wrote it as though it were Bryan writing the lyrics. I know they are very simple...but I can just imagine his gravely voice belting out this melody. If only....if only....
Eileen Manassian
Won't you untie me,my arms are aching,
your shelter is failing,chisel in my heart of stone
I won't be here tomorrow,there's no lies left to borrow
leave me empty and hollow,..let me grow
Won't you untie me , stop trying to fight me,
your promise is binding,chisel in my heart of stone
I won't be here tomorrow,no lies left to borrow,
leave me empty and hollow, let me grow
I'M ALL OUT OF DREAMS
OBEDIENCE TAKES OVER
YOU ARE THE GENERAL
I AM THE SOLDIER
I'M ALL OUT OF PATIENCE
I LOOK THROUGHT THE WINDOW
YOU SET THE BAR DOWN
I'M STUCK IN THIS LIMBO
I'M ALL OUT OF STRENGTH
I'M WEAK AND I'M QUESY
YOU PUSH ON MY CHEST
GRIP TIGHT CAUSE YOUR SQUEEZING
I'M ALL OUT OF TIME
BUT THE CLOCK KEEPS ON TICKING
I'M LOST BUT NOT FOUND
SINCE OF DIRECTION NOT WITH ME
I'M ALL OUT OF MIND
NO LOGIC OR REASON
YOU TOOK MY COMPASSION
I'M COLD HEARTED AND FREEZIN
I'M ALL OUT OF WORDS
TO WRITE ON THIS PAPER
I'M ALL OUT OF THOUGTHS
AND YOU WERE THE TAKER
Written 1-22-19
Just a man
Is all I am
Do what I can
Its not a sham
I am no more
You are no less
An even score
A tie I guess
I have loved very easy
And I have hated hard
I did till I’m dizzy
Though never been barred
A love hate relationship
Is love to hate each-other
The apple of my eye
I picked from a tree
With one more try
Could wind up with three
The oyster of my world
Came out of a shell
A stone can be hurled
To ring from a bell
The gold that I seek
Did come from an ore
The boat that did leak
I steered with an oar
Repaired all the holes
So I can go far
Paid all the tolls
While driving my car
Dumb as I am
I still try to write
Hit with a bam
Part of the fight
Cows are in herds
I cannot believe
All out of words
Going to leave
My illness sometimes pushes me, I decide to push it back
My illness fails to retaliate because I go on an all out attack
My mission is pure and simple, I pride myself on dedication
Fighting back requires 95 percent, the other 5 percent is my medication
I've worked tirelessly hard these past few months to get into this position
I'm positive, I never give up, I'm full of hope and ambition
My message is simple, I'm here to help, fellow warriors you're not alone
In order for each one of you to grow, you must first leave your comfort zone
Set yourself some targets, it's so crucial that you have a goal
Developing strength, heart, fight and hope helps you to climb out of a hole
In order for me to remain well, I must have a plan in place
I must be tactile, I must be precise, It's important I stay in the race
The distance between me and depression is increasing in length every day
When it comes to the message I am telling my peers, I know exactly what to say
Each poem I write is a weapon, each word the ammunition
My aim is true, it pulls me through as a much welcomed addition
Do not get me wrong my friends, I will pay if I get complacent
I'm calculated with each move I make, I must not get impatient
There's nothing special about me, I just refuse to quit
I have passed the acid test, I've proved that I'm mentally fit
Poetry is such a powerful tool, it allows me to express myself
Each poem I write tops up my mind and promotes sound mental health
Before I wrap this up, there is something I'd like to say
This poem is for my peers, I hope it's brightened up your day
The cow wanted lamb on a dish and soon
To comply would put her over the moon
They said sorry ma'am
Mary had all the lamb
And the dish just took off with the spoon!
typeitallout,doesn'tthatseemnice?
would
it be like
a mantra
giving each thought
its own
universe-in-verse?
or,
inversely,
trapping thought
so pure
so muse
-ical
into
some stilted
pattern
a vice
of semi-pleasing
expression-expressing-expression
that's never quite what
it seems?
isit/
arethey
phones? morphs? memes?
the unassembled
vehicle of dreams?
This wall seems so high
And it goes on forever.
Can’t get over or, by
Hook or by crook,
Around it.
My fevered forehead,
Pressed to the cool surface,
Can almost feel the dead
Hopes and dreams I left
On the other side.
This life seems so long
And it goes on forever.
Either weak or strong,
It all comes out
In the end.
I’m burning up,
I’m burning down
The house that holds
My doubts and fears.
No longer will I hide
The light I hold inside,
I’d hidden it for years.
This wall is so small
And it goes from here to there
Hardly anywhere.
And nothing can keep me,
Not even me, from the
Hopes and dreams that
Keep me alive.
I don’t confuse
Joy and sorrow.
They’re mine to choose.
This life doesn’t end
Tomorrow.
I’ve got time enough to say
I’m sorry
And work it all out.
Whoever invented the Kiss
I'd like to shake their hand
But I won't
Because I'm shortsighted and always miss
It wouldn't be such a problem
If I had Mick Jaggers's lips
But the boss
My Mrs doesn't like it
And slaps me on the wrist
She's packed her bags to leave
But In tried to kiss her goodbye
But again I missed
She gave me a dirty look
Then threw a book
And yet another
Salon the wrist
Years later
I heard she got married
Now calling herself Jagger
Mick could really hit those lips
And give a smacker
But she threw him out
Because his lips were much too big
And she got drenched in slaver
Pretty picky woman
If you ask me
I'm just a man
Who once had a plan
Who couldn't find the X on the map
Although I tried my best I just didn't realise how small she was
No wonder I missed and got a slap on my hand
I joined a college course to learn how to kiss
And it was lots of fun
Until I kissed a woman I'd never met before our lips did fit
I'm not too sure why but her Husband chased me with a gun?
Hunting season came early
And the chase had just begun
Ilm no Valentino
More like Donald Duck
And when it comes to kissing
I sure ain't got the luck
Never practice on a dod
A Camel or a
Hog.o
It's all inside heating up steam
hell-bent anger wanting to explode
this is all so wrong takes one over
one press just like any old download
What causes this human disruption?
for it to reveal itself like a bomb
gaining victory's hope looks gone
so frustrating makes one storm
Overall the years speaking so hard
at school left alone not a word
no conversation make one angst
looking above wish was a bird
Then I could have flown away
but here I was filled full of fear
why can't I speak like other folks?
rising inside anger in a tear
The anger needs released and freed
so give oneself a chance to speak
still difficult but able to accept life
show all this guy is no freak!
(My thoughts on anger hidden within having stammer all my life.)
It's all inside heating up steam
hell-bent anger wanting to explode
this is all so wrong takes one over
one press just like any old download
What causes this human disruption?
for it to reveal itself like a bomb
gaining victory's hope looks gone
so frustrating makes one storm
Over all the years speaking so hard
at school left alone not a word
no conversation makes one angst
looking above wish was a bird
Then I could have flown away
but here I was filled full of fear
why can't I speak like other folks?
rising inside anger in a tear
The anger needs released and freed
so give oneself a chance to speak
still difficult but able to accept life
show all this guy is no freak!
(My thoughts on anger are hidden within having stammered all my life but later let it out and felt better for it. )