Best Already Poems
for your love i would do any thing
for anything you ask is possible
anything you want, it is my desire
that you have it
even the stars are not asking too much
because i can whisper words to make you
know there already yours
the sun on a cloudy day is what you'd feel
from the warmth of my arms around you
the full moon on a dark night is what you'd
see when you think of where my love is;
always over you
the ocean with waves that say: more love,
more love, more love, more love with infinite power
that covers the shore ever more, ever more
the mountains that reach the sky
and valleys that make the floor
the trees that give us air
and flowers that we love
i would do anything for you love
any thing you ask is possible
for you to have everything you want is my desire
any thing you want (is possible)
some what amateurish but a good start in the early 90's
All the fairytale violence
Life’s too Grimm already
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Let Red Riding Hood bloody-hack the wolf to death…
Let the sleeping beauty jam an apple down the witch’s throat…
Let Hansel and Gretal pull out all the witch’s teeth
without putting her to sleep…
Let Cinderella make her stepmother step in shards of glass
while she whistles and laughs…
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Life’s too Grimm already
I just can’t…
Oh how I love thee with your white and dark meat
Thou art the very best
But because of you, I can’t see my feet
My navel is two feet from my chest
To diet and lose so I don’t wobble no more
I would be very willing
It would be impossible now, because somehow
I finished four bowls of filling
My wife pointed at me and said look at him
He sits at the table, like a dog he begs
I stare at you and your magnificent breast
Can hardly wait to get my hands on your legs
Enough already, I’m on my knees
Give me some stuffing and some black eyed peas
Sweet potatoes, corn and a salad I’ll toss
And bury your butt with cranberry sauce
Oh turkey, my turkey, you’re the one who rocks
Now I’ve gotten so fat, I can’t put on my socks
My love for you was fleeting
And we are finished I fear
But I’ll fall in love with another turkey
Same time next year.
The first date's the hardest. I never know what it is I should do.
I take you to dinner. You don't eat, you just play with your food,
and then it suddenly hits me.
This has already happened
and I can't believe
that it's happening again,
but I've already met you
and I don't mean to upset you,
but you're like my last girlfriend
and the girlfriend I had before her.
We go back to my apartment where I proceed to go south on you.
You tell me you're bored cause I can't find that damn guy in the canoe,
and then it suddenly hits me.
This has already happened
and I can't believe
that it's happening again,
but I've already met you
and I don't mean to upset you,
but you're like my last girlfriend
and the girlfriend I had before her.
You say I'm the one, the one you cand spend the rest of your life.
"When will we marry?" you ask, "When will you make me your wife?"
and then it suddenly hits me.
This has already happened
and I can't believe
that it's happening again,
but I've already met you
and I don't mean to upset you,
but you're like my last girlfriend
and the girlfriend I had before her,
and the girlfriend I had before her,
and the girlfriend I had before her.
Inspired by:
Well, some friggin song I recently heard but can't get outta my head.
If you have to apologize, it's already too late
What you've done is unfixable; don't think you're so great
If you feel mere words can mend a broken heart
Then you've learned nothing, you fool, from its tearing apart
if you've fired a person and want to make amends
Find him a new job; that's the right message to send
If you've screamed at your kid, reduced him to tears
It'll take years to overcome what you've taught him to fear
Whatever you've ruined, be it a life or a love
Can only be mended by Mercy from Above
April 30, 2019
Entry: "APOLOGY" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
As if it’s not enough that I must share
this little stump of wood with you, my friend,
I have to HEAR you! How much must I bear
before you have me going round the bend?
Although we are the same birds of a feather,
the way you chitter on, I'm turning cuckoo!
I can’t believe we still do things together,
and this comes keenly from my bird’s eye view!
Please don’t be the “little bird that told me!”
Go find another bird that “gives a tweet.”
You’re going to burst my bird brain, Twiddle Dee.
I tweak your beak with one of my clawed feet!
For Francine Robert's Contest: "Enough"
As thephilosopher readies for his p soup anniversary
Remembering he found this place last Christmas Day
Surely the best gift he did receive
Now for some holiday fun, DON”T LEAVE
Denise Narayadu I can't end the line with her name
To mispronounce it with a bad rhyme would be a shame
Her writing has very much intrigued me
In her poems often it's myself that I see
Of Anne Lise Andressen what can I toast
She's in a contest of which Debbi G is the host
Of who Santa Clause is her knowledge has a lack
If she asked I could easily have told her it's Jack
I mean look at Jack, white beard, hair a jolly feller
If my put my original line here, I'd be locked in a cellar
Any American could mistake Canada for the north pole
It's cold, I've never been there and at times there's a lot of snow
Jack Ellison in his Santa role this time of year
Oh from the straight and narrow often does he veer
Constant approval from the p soup ladies, I know he smiles
If I was Santa his naughty list would stretch for miles
Andrea D secretly a hater of the Villanelle
That’s atrocious what’s my basis you say
She hosted a contest and a thousand forms she will allow
BUT a max of 12 lines leaves me saying CHINGADO
PD, the SWEETEST poet destroyer she told me
A philosopher asks how sweet a destroyer can be
The poet in me reads her work with much confusion
The imagery addicting but my understanding a delusion
Becca Lucas the girl who lost her muse
If she had schizophrenia she may have several to lose
However several other problems this would pose
If one of them was mean I may be a victim of her prose
FJ Thomas gave me the wonderful gift of the Fibonacci
She might deserve a song but my muse isn’t Liberace
She wrote the Art of Being Broken, a deep piece but not long
Did some guy really leave a comment quoting a poison song
And finally I will close with Richard Lamoureux
If you haven’t seen his clerihew read it TODAY
Quiet humorous, he pokes fun with affection
His first clerihew was a work of perfection
Yes on a few new names Wayland did call
Unfortunately he still hasn’t got to them all
Some he intentionally won’t mention
It’s Christmas Eve and he seeks no dissention
"Gosh, you're such a freak."
"Did you wake up that ugly?"
You say to me.
It has become a daily ritual that we partake in.
You say what comes to that cruel,
unsympathetic mind.
And I sit,
listening,
telling myself I'll be home soon.
Just a few more hours.
Not the rest of my life.
"Must be hard to look in the mirror. Is it cracked by now? You're a monster."
You laugh.
I slide further into my desk,
waiting for you to leave, as you usually do.
I never look up,
too afraid to make eye contact.
That'd be too personal.
Yet you always find a way to get eye level with me so I can see the anger in your eyes;
masked is hurt, maybe,
pain from your own life as if belittling me helps any.
"Tomorrow. Same time as usual. Don't get any more beautiful on me."
You say, clearly kidding.
You finally walk away.
I exhale out,
letting the air I've been holding in escape.
I sigh and get up to leave.
Whatever I'm feeling I push down inside,
just like any other day.
I can't break.
Not now, not here.
I go home and head to my room.
Once there, I can feel.
Fear and frustration, cross my mind first.
Anger and agony, follow.
Sorrow and sadness, next.
Then come the tears.
Warm as they may be, they do nothing to warm my heart.
The words of the day always find a way to my memory.
Ugly,
freak,
monster.
Today was a mild day,
most are worst.
The tears continue for an hour,
tissues fill my bed.
Then they stop and I go on about my night,
always anticipating tomorrow.
The next day is the same.
Different day, similar names.
Hideous,
midget,
elf.
I try to feel nothing, but today I feel bitter.
Years of torment have changed me.
Allowed me to remain quiet inside until I want to feel.
At the end of of the day,
as we normally would part ways you ask,
"Why don't you just kill yourself?"
For once I look up,
"But I'm already dead."
Explosion of every emotion,
a rickty, tickty, roller coaster ride.
Acrobatics of anxiety
it's my pure joy, I cannot hide.
I've got this life growing inside me.
my blood is making her heart beat.
I can feel the tumbling movements
and every push of her little feet.
Cravings like I've never known,
bacon bits on a vanilla ice cream cone,
As my body gets bigger quicker,
I realized I will never be alone.
Everything must be ready,
the baby needs a teddy bear.
I know this girl will be a beauty,
I need some ribbons for her hair.
I toss and turn all the night long,
I'm so nervous and excited I could cry.
A heart full of love, I'm growing wings,
I'm so ready that I can't wait to fly.
Then comes the day, my little girl
takes her first breath and melts my soul.
We are two pieces of the same puzzle,
and this lovely girl makes me whole.
Date: 7-28-2018
_daughter is 7 now_ :) :)
I took your hand as we walked through vermillion twilight
In what seemed an ancestral place, in our sight
Where a menagerie of mockingbirds softly talked
From the frangipani branches, as we walked
The pellucid water in the cove brought clarity to share
In the luscious taste of love, nothing could compare
Infused by trust, acceptance and knowing
Nothing can destroy what this beauty is showing
Ripples of affection, held a million words
We already knew, what didn’t need to be heard
Heidi Sands
1/7/18
Placed 2nd in the 10 words 10 Lines Contest.
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Enough, Already!
Seriously people, when is enough… enough?
For too many of you, the answer is never.
How can a million a game be living in the rough?
Do you really want us to think that all of you suffer?
How many cars or houses do you really need?
Are you aware of the hunger problems in the world?
With what you get paid, there are millions you could feed.
Open your hearts (and wallets) to all those boys and girls.
Enough, Already!
I’m a committed employee devoted to your company,
Work 8 hours plus in a day, what more do you want from me?
Off days are scheduled, yet rarely taken.
I must 86 my agenda and the plans I’m makin’.
Medical insurance is a myth, vacation pay is a rumor.
I stare into the distance, reflect on the days of my sense of humor.
Truly, I ask myself, “Does this guy really deserve me?”
Enough, Already!
I come home from work after a long, hard day,
Hoping for some peace and quiet and maybe a little love.
Instead, “Where have you been?!?!” is all you have to say.
Our relationship should be more than what it’s made up of.
You constantly nag me to say how I feel about you,
But you never trust what I say when I hold you near.
Enough, already! There’s only so much I can do.
It’s time for me to go. There’s nothing more I want to hear.
If you have concerns for what may be tomorrow,
you feel broken down with heartache and sorrows.
Go to the Lord daily in prayer down on your knees,
he will surely meet you there if you trust and believe.
You see nothing is to big for God, he see's your tears,
knows your problem's and can calm your many fears.
Do not let the deceiver come in and still all of your joy,
if you give in to temptations then your life he'll destroy.
Look up to the master yes friend look up and then sing,
let him carefully hide you forever gently under his wings.
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Sitting beneath an autumn moon
watching shadows dancing amidst
pine needles swaying as
rhythmic motions of light entrance
Harmonic whispers of nightfall desires
come as music to my mind,
lyrics afloat on rhyming breezes
in the key of unquestioned love
I take pen in hand
as a starlit melody traces
over my thoughts, like a fallen leaf
meandering slowly to the ground
Though try as I might
on this enchanted evening
where my every dream comes true…
I cannot write this song
For it has already been written,
perfect words in eternal ink
of the deepest devotion
on my heart…by you
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You look in the mirror already aware
He is back
You can feel him in the damage of you
He is here for you again
As if you are not broken enough
Get up while you can
Go back to confirm the routinely bad news
You will get through this
Again
Maybe
You wonder what he will bring this time
Maybe less
Maybe more
You fall just once
And your bones break like little toys
He is here to cause more pain
You already know
Why do you hesitate without taking a step?
Why do you give up even you’re not starting yet?
Why do you choose to hate? When love is the first thing you learn?
Why do you stop smiling, when someone needs it?
Why do you stop believing, if someone believes in you?
Why you can’t be you, when your true beauty is within you?
Why do you asked why if the answer is already in you?