Best Ally Poems
I could see fear come alive in her eyes,
she knew I could bring about her demise;
We stared and then raised a mutual flag
just like an insidious game of tag;
Locked gaze and two pair of fangs extending,
but as of yet there was no blood flowing;
Fable and I were gonna have to work
together and not drive ourselves berserk;
I said to her ‘I want to learn from you.
Knowledge is power. I know this is true.’
Reached out to her with a very firm hand
felt like we were exchanging contraband;
It’s alright for now I’ll call her ally,
and take her once she has taught me to fly.
Without living physically close,
But never being in spirit too far,
An ally is what we are.
Hearts once decided to touch,
and become as one,
a link to the past that cannot be undone.
Souls still free and receptive to visits,
not only to defend hopes and dreams,
but gather precious tears,
shed in joy or response to fears.
On your side, here to ask,
yet respecting the silence,
by donning now that chosen mask.
Yummy ally mania
Timely zany aria
Golden eyes shine still
Warm fur soft under hand
Sweet sipirt waning
Lelah D. Walters
9/6/09
I had two feral cats scheduled for surgery,
so I called a cab to take me to The Humane Society.
When the driver saw the cats, she asked me,
"Are you TNR?" (Trap, Neuter & Release).
"Yes I am," was my reply to she.
then she went on to say the following to me,
"Whenever you have more cats scheduled for surgery,
when you call my dispatcher ask for me specifically.
From here on in your transport to and from The Humane Society
will be on me. Your transport costs will be absolutely free."
Taken aback all I could say was, "Thank you,.. really, sincerely."
"I'm TNR also, no worries," she then told me.
I just may have made a new ally and friend possibly.
Alone at four this silence my amazing ally
The quiet is astoundingly amplified
One person always awakes adroitly
Once again annoys, but I aspire to align
One accolade accomplished; I didn't scream
I can only be accessible if
Alone again adjust my thoughts to God
Date: 04/08/2021
Resourcing faith, resolve, resolve
conforming brace of how
consigning brackets of identity, not slow
the entry of concern, between friend's row!
Yet, still enduring, we are them, their vow
this loneness of reserve, the leader's power
conserves some owning of their toilsome plow,
ne'er freedom is their choice, we rostrum flow!
Conviction, is it changing, holding stow
I am in constant danger, yet I show
ne'er fault, impartiality must go,
involving loss, my prayer is fairness more!
Now, join some unity of truth, the platform's scroll
my life, your life, let virtue breech, not row
the national incentive, debt's bestow
nor words impounding, restoring condone!
The truth's reserve, secession's teaming call
that space of joining, allies not disown ~
my ally, we are here, this cost we know
security's contention grossly stalls!
Where action is the limit, we face haul
consulting with our interests, trusts install
that destiny, called choice, reverses, mauls
may just be my endowment, just my soul?
Or all mankind at purpose, answers hone
to this our enemy is still at throne
the sterile overstepping overthrow
this outright pose, this policy's control!
Erosion not the strength of freedom's prone
this break up, not my cause, as God, disown
still showing honor's back-up, not renown
in earnestness compile, nor allies roam!
Up front, an ever pressing, selfless stone
the brink of character, so evermore
that freshness could sow on, immortal's cone
true learning, listening, never cursing's thrown!
To test our weakness, I would cringe somehow
that courage, entity, seems all condone
is interference' monitor's bestow
I plant in some forgiveness factor's cull!
Diplomacy's contain, the jewels roll
ne'er in that wearing coat of idol's bloat
this right or wrong, my energy console
does eke not my transmission's holding core!
SH ME THIS IS THE QUINTESSENTIAL
WAY TO DO IT
Chances are I won’t be able to do this well at all
Now that my mother is about to answer God’s final call
The doctor assures us she hasn’t very long to live
And that is grievous because she’s always had so much to give
She was always quick to dispense whatever I might need
And advise me on things with wisdom’s words I usually did not heed
“Don’t do that Son, because you’re tribulations might double”
And true to her admonition I would only gain more in trouble
My mother, my mom, my rock and my salvation
And now her days are too speedily coming to a cessation
If only one morning she didn’t awaken to the dawning of a brand new day
That, for me, would have been a much simpler and speedier way
Easier when compared to the burden I now bear
Complicated by a massive amount of remorse and sheer fear
I understand how much more time she’s had than many others
But she’d have so much more time were I to have my druthers
Well, at least I gave her a grandson and his son to adore
Oh, but if only I could have given her so much more
More honesty, more happiness and so much more joy
But instead I’ve given her heartache since a very young boy
God knows this is a task which I won’t do very well
And I beseech God, “how do I do this, pray tell?”
I know His answer would only add frustration to my fear
Because the Lord also knows that this is a burden I bodily cannot bear
© 2009…..Rita Cohan’s loving son Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
With loving remembrances, hurtful remorse and the kind of love a son can only have for such a special kind of mom
I'm dying
I remember thinking that
Still questioning it when i woke up crying
Drenched in sweat
It was a bad one tonight
Those never fail to linger the longest
The ones I can't fight
Where I'm never the strongest
Twenty-four, still the darkness scares me
It's the ally of nightmares
Helps them crawl back in
Together, an unmistakable and inescapable pair
Blankets, dragged over my head
A blockade for enemies
As if that could stop them
They trample through it with impeccable ease
Our fears they know
At our desires they smirk
Laughing at our blissful dreams
While planning the ones they know will hurt
Always about death
Usually not my own
Ones i care for and love
In the end, leaving me completely and utterly alone
This one, this one was different
They know death is not my fear
Instead they tortured him
His eyes i watched beg...his screams i still hear
Finding him was only a matter of time
In my dreamland he always awaits
I meet him there often
So they used me as bait
A heroic fool he was
Chasing me into darkness
They knew he'd come for me
Not knowing, towards me, they're harmless
I escaped their grasp
Knowing already i was too late
The life seeped from his eyes
To them, this was his fate
They forced me to watch
Then allowed me to live
Knowing the paid I would feel
I would wish i was dead
A lover in my dreams
Couldn't wait to meet him there
They felt my love for him
Now he'll never escape my nightmares
I can't let them have him again
So fighting sleep I'll try
I'll be stronger this time
But it'll only fuel their fire
How do you kill a nightmare
Decidedly demons
What other beings so evil
Creep into your mind while you're dreaming
If its a battle they want
It's a battle i'll start
They deserve to be punished
Their evil has nothing over my vengeful heart
My eyelids, oh so heavy
Like the clouds that hold the rain
Here come the shadows in the darkness
Upon me they force their claim
Grasping and clawing like fingers of a beast
Climbing up over the bed
Spilling over me, heavy liquid
They've got me, they're inside my head....
I'm dying
I remember thinking that
Still questioning it when i woke up crying
Drenched in sweat
Such different people came together made a great combination of loyalty. Thank you I want to say for everything, every single moment we share together marks a memorable day. You have shown me light, brought me joy delivered me to happiness. Thank you I want to say for your honesty, happy I am to haven found you blessed indeed. You have become a huge part of me that completes my whole existence. I call you my friend because through you I got to find the true definition of the word ally. Thank you for haven come to my life and make living more sensible as easier for me. The love I have for you is outrageous. I have hope and trust in you not because you share wonderful moments with me but because you are always there whenever I need you. I have grown to love you as much as you deserve, you see things in me that many cannot. Thank you for haven helped me build so much confidence. Were we meant to be it not the question, destiny brought us together now that we found each other to explore and make wonders come true. Thank you for the trust you have in me. Have officially taken it as a duty been your friend so do I know and believe that you are a true friend indeed.
Rely On My Ally
Once upon you we start to rely,
You surely will become my ally;
Be my fine friend,
That will not end;
Together rules with we do comply.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
It is the second night of Passover.
Biden and team, supporting Palestine?
And accusing great Israel of genocide?
Please pass me a tall, glass of cyanide!
Our strongest ally, Israel tossed to the ground.
While AOC cheers on rabid, violent protesters ?
Universities, some, only online for semesters!
American leadership is miles away from sound!
America gives aid to Iran and its friends?
The liberal news strictly dedicated to blatant lies,
Blowing deadly, thick smoke into our blnded eyes.
This is the sad day, the greatness of America ends!
4/24/2024
There was a poetry slam the Sunday after 9/11/01..my whatever she still is to me,
….she said “well free, did you write something about 9/11. She’s a very good poet
as well, so I responded by saying, “Why, did you?” my she whatever replied, “of
course I did” and that’s precisely whey I didn’t. Because it is not Mother’s Day yet,
I’ll share this, it’s very personal, but I hope you can all relate
ALWAYS AN ALLY IN ALL WAYS
Oh God, I’ll miss her laughter
Forever after
Oh Lord, I’ll miss her smile
Mile after mile
There are no words deep enough or powerful enough to describe this anguish
The severity of my sentimental remorse and recollections of her cooking in the
kitchen
Remorse because of every time I went off course
Led astray because I did not heed what Mother had to say
And now she’s being spirited away
To a place so many religions argue about
While I remain awash in doubt
Right now, in this microcosm of a minute how is she feeling and what is she seeing?
Are angels like her urging my Mom to fly?
Is she seeing stars that aren’t really in the sky?
This anguish is too burdensome for a weak man such as myself to defy
And a pain my consistent tears cannot deny
As she sleeps
Or sleeps not
According to this, the Lord’s most pain laden plot
DaIly I am awakened by the realization that she may not be that which means so
much to me
And arise to an ache so piercingly too persistent to conjugate into words
Mom’s quite old and admittedly this should have been expected
But perhaps that’s a fact I’ve intentionally neglected
Because she remains so beautiful to me
Always was
always shall be
IF ONLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A MEMORY
Oh God to keep her spirit there
In my grin made so obviously clear
To soothe a son’s ample and every fear
Oh to keep my beautiful mom right here
© 2011.…Jeffry Cohan (Rita Cohan’s son)((mom wouldn’t mind if I used the name
she would never call me, free cee!))
NO MATTER HOW BADLY I HAD SCREWED UP,
ONCE AGAIN, MY MOM’S FRONT DOOR AND
HEART WERE ALWAYS OPENED FOR ME.
Mrs. Stanley J. Cohan
Always my strength
Always an ally
Alamandas are green,
Violets are purple,
Holly-hocks are pink,
Mari-golds are yellow,
Sun flowers,yellow too,
all in beautiful colours of nature.
There goes the wasp out to suck up the nectar.
The caterpillar clench on beneath,in its cocoon,
in a bid to mature.
Ranging hovering flies perch on to suck up juice.
The social insects, termites eat up the stems as lunch.
Sly fox walk by with its razor sharp teeth,
bite out the petals.
Billy goat bleats for joy seeing the mari-golds,
as its dinner is sure.
And the badly labelled of all creatures,man,
in awe at the sight of the sumptuous red rose.
He uproots but tends in a garden.
He plucks but dishes out as a show of love.
Can you show me who you are
Where you’ve been or what you’ve done?
Can you tell me all your wonders
Or the honeyed webs you’ve spun?
Well you may be ever reticent
Of your details close at hand
But though you can not tell me
It’s for sure your garbage can
Yes, I’m sure your garbage can
See, the secret of what’s going in
Is all that’s coming out
And though your lips share nothing
All your leavings clearly shout
So while you may not give a thought
To where your waste may land
Perhaps you can’t be candid
But I know your garbage can
Yes, I’m sure your garbage can!
Oh, the wonders that you share with me
Through what you may discard
Your meds, your bills, your habits, spills
The things once loved, now marred
Those things you feed the bin
Give me the legal upper hand
Just who you are, you can’t describe
But still, your garbage can
Oh dear, yes - your garbage can!
Oh I could be your therapist
With everything I’ve gleaned
From just some close perusal
Thru the trash of yours I’ve screened
So if you’ve got some quirks
That you may not quite understand
Perhaps you can’t explain them
But I know your garbage can
Oh for sure your garbage can!
(Just call me - your Garbage Man)