Best And Then Poems
Hot date
Can’t wait
We're at
My flat
Cute eyes
Nice thighs
Admit
She’s fit
So sweet
Must eat
We dine
Sublime
First Kiss
Sheer bliss
Soft peck
On neck
Tongue's twirl
Toes curl
First base
Hearts race
Undressed
Bare breast
Blimey
She’s ‘HE’
No joy
Ladyboy
Fussy
Pussy
Night ends
As friends
Written by Jan Allison & Tim Smith
28th August 2014
Now And Then
My heart still thinks about you – Now and Then --
My arms still want to hold you – Now and Then –
And, even though I know you’re gone,
Your mem’ry just keeps hanging on
And I still think about you – Now and Then.
My friends all ask about you – Now and Then.
I tell them I still see you – Now and Then.
Though you have someone to take my place,
When I close my eyes I see your face –
And your mem’ries, they still haunt me – Now and Then.
My heart keeps on rememb’ring
How much I loved you so –
And though I know it’s over –
My heart just won’t let go.
And, when I think about you – Now and Then.
I always see a love that should have been.
My life will never be the same
‘Cause I’m always haunted by your name –
Each time I think about you – Now and Then.
Yes, I still think about you, Now and Then.
When Love comes pounding on a drum,
it comes on strong and fast and hard
until two hearts in synch beat passion's song.
Sometimes love comes clanging down the tracks.
It clashes or it clamors to be heard,
so at its crossing, meaning is obscured.
Other times, love lurks or it attacks.
Unrequited, love can pierce or burn
until its ventricle turns deathly black.
And then are times love gently climbs
or eases sure-footed to one's door
or sweetly seeps and saturates the soul.
It's strong and yet it's soft.
It doesn't sting or snip. It listens
and reverberates the whispers of the heart.
Oct. 10, 2016
His love was ever present but quiet…still in it they found relief…so it only stands to reason he’d be quiet in his grief.
There are no rules for dealing with death…which is why, after his wife died,…despite his heart being broken…despite his sorrow…despite all this…he never cried.
His children and friends would visit…wanting to help…and in so many ways they tried…but in spite of their friendship and love…in spite of the sorrow hiding in his heart…in spite of all this…he never cried.
In his mind it was quite simple…there was one hope he kept leaning on…for in spite of what he knew to be true…he could’t accept that she was gone.
After 40 years together he kept hoping…dreaming she would walk through their front door…and greet him with a smile as she’d done a million times before.
Hoping what had happened couldn’t possibly be true…that it must be a mistake…a big misunderstanding…a dream from which he will awake.
In his own time he did come to realize his life would never return to the same track…that his wife is gone forever…that she’ll never be coming back.
On that day…
the day he understood she would no longer be there to hold his hand…
to whisper in his ear…
to look at him wide-eyed…
that is the day he grabbed his heart…
fell to his knees…
that is the day…
he cried.
It was our third-grade field trip to the Dinosaur Exhibit
We would be touring all the lands that dinosaurs inhibit
I remember the teacher saying “keep your hands inside your pockets”
Then she paired me with the meanest kid, his name was Tommy Rockets
“I dare you to take an egg,” Tommy whispered giving me a stare
The nest was full of eggs, if I took the smallest who would care?
The next day at school every child was questioned.
The museum curator was out to teach us a lesson
The egg had grown overnight and was hidden in my coat.
They made mom take me to the doctor so he could check my throat.
They poked me and they prodded, ran machines against my feet.
They questioned why I would choose that specific egg to eat.
The news showed my picture on every single station.
One reporter called me Dino Boy. I was an amateur sensation
When the egg finally hatched I had to hide the birth.
The animal that was born was extinct from this earth.
A Flaming Pterodactyl in all his blazing glory.
No one believed me, but who could make up such a story?
At first, he was easy and stayed in my closet through the day.
At night he’d fly around but never go astray.
Then I started getting blamed for things when I wasn’t even there.
Like vegetables gone from gardens leaving soil bare.
Kitty cats so high in trees the firemen couldn’t reach them.
Children so riled up teachers couldn’t teach them.
We moved from one town to another and another.
Each time it was the same. People felt pity for my mother
The next morning I woke up to a chewing sound
crunch, crunch, and crunch.
That’s when I noticed he ate my homework for his lunch.
My Flaming Pterodactyl again was causing havoc.
With a trail of Cheetos, I led him to our attic.
I made sure he was comfy then I headed off to school.
No one there believed me until they found him swimming in the pool.
Now he’s our school mascot in all his flaming glory.
A Pterodactyl that … sorry he ate the rest of this story!!
February 1st, 2021
Written for the contest: and then a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
Sponsor: John Lawless
And Then…
My work finished
I glanced back at the clock
Ah… The Witching Hour
Hung heavy on the next tock
My thoughts raced back
To childhood days
To scary stories
Round campfires haze
To daunting dares
In dark woods maze
And then… It caught my eye
A phantom shape
That just moments before
Had been shadows tossed
Twixt the walls and floor
And I admit
Twas’ dimly lit
Random shapes
In chances knit
Poorly viewed
From where I sit
And then… I saw it move
Just then I thought
Tis’ time to trust and pray
And steady my hearts resolve
Should this be the reckoning day
And then I swear
The room grew cold
Events purpose
Moved to unfold
My chest I clutched
My soul to hold
And then… I heard it speak
“Time is at hand”
And those words comforted it seemed
And my God in a timeless moment
I became one with all I’d dreamed
Tis’ certain this
Event of page
Will visit all
Upon life’s stage
Fully quenching
Life’s burning rage
And then…
Is this the world that was so young
and fresh and fair but yesterday?
From leafy bows the robin sung
Is this the world that was so young?
Wild bees upon the clover swung
And grove and field with bloom were gay
Is this the world that was so young
and fresh and fair but yesterday?
Is this the world that was so young
and fresh and fair but yesterday?
Sere leaves beneath our feet are flung
Is this the world that was so young?
As if wild hands spectre wrung
Hither and thither, sobbing, sway
Is this the world that was so young
and fresh and fair but yesterday?
+++
October 9, 2014
Form: Triolet (Iamb Tetrameter)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second place win
Contest: Structured Forms Iamb Verse III by Giorgio V.
Block by block it starts to rise, Great Wall of China begins,
A barrier to stem the horde, marauding Mongolians,
Must be bigger and better, than ever attempted before,
Also should be breathtaking, far into the clouds will soar.
Where on earth do we start, going be thousands of miles long,
Everywhere at once, of course, otherwise it’d all go wrong,
Need to find lot’s of workers, ten million on the ground,
This is China, unlimited manpower, labour forces abound.
Build a wall upon mountain ridges, never been tried before,
Yeah it’s a pickle ok, most shall die, replaced by millions more,
Emperor decrees, “Thy Will Be Done” no matter what it takes,
Nothing can impede our way, even the country’s deepest lakes.
So onwards and upwards it goes, for better or maybe worse,
Now he demands a road atop, for soldiers to ride their horse,
Crowning glory, the beacon towers, seen from all around,
These almighty fires, warn our armies, from hilltops to town.
Like most things in life, comes with a double edged sword,
So ulterior motive triumphs, for planners and overlords,
Even back then, a master stroke, laughs Dynasty of the Ming,
By keeping invaders out, our slaves imprison themselves within.
Best N-A poem of 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton 13/01/21
N/A COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(38) any theme any form
Brian Strand 12/3/2020 12:00:00 AM 11/5/2020 1:08
Every now and then
I come to you
A climbing jasmine
through the window
of your heart
a perfumed smile
'neath cashmere sheets
a sweetened scent
in waking thoughts
an empty porch
with swinging dreams
Every now and then
I come to you
a hush-hushed whisper
on a restless night
a drop of sunshine
on winter lips
a tender touch
upon bare-shoulder
a yearning moment
in ardent kiss
Every now and then
I come to you
a melting snowflake
upon your lash
a silent breeze
tickling your cheek
soft gentle wind
behind your ear
a vivid memory
a vision gone
a lingered breath
which once was here
Every now and then
you come to me
yes, you come to me
Oh I thank heavens they're all gone now
My perfect holiday dinner, yet somehow
I managed to shut my mouth ever tight
When all hell broke loose Christmas night!
"This turkey is tough," I heard them all say
It's important I smile in a ladylike way
"Oh and did you hear that our Laura is gay
and Bonnie announced she's pregnant today!"
"Bill's running around on wife number three
he marries for money but none does he see!"
The kids they keep tossing their toys at the door
and their mother just sits, pretends to ignore.
Like I said they're all gone and I'm grateful indeed
Should you choose to host Christmas beware take heed
You'll not be appreciated not even an ounce
and all the freeloaders upon you will pounce...
But this is my last holiday greeting to host
Of this I am sure and most anxious to boast...
NOW STOP! Who is that? knocking on my door?
No you can't come in! You're placed on ignore!
open up let us in.....
you must be crazy...
get thehelloutta here.....
6/19/15
Five thousand two hundred
eighty feet
between our first hello
and last goodbye
Love seems to sprint
the way light flickers
from a firefly's particulars.
Marathon matrimony
Run one race
with me
let's see how far
momentum takes us.
Tired, panting,
gripping asphalt
with our fingers
just to get a foothold
on a finish line
we can see.
It ain't always about who
wins a quarter mile,
sometimes it's
about the distance
between hello
and never letting go.
Sometimes a person
holds you
so tight
time pauses
and finish lines
fade away.
You realize,
life is measured
in heartbeats
and two or three
chest pounding
thumps is enough
to revive a lifetime
of wants
When your with
that special one,
to the moon and
back takes about
an hour flat.
Hello, a mile,
don't ever
say goodbye
I know for a fact,
whatever the race,
you make my heart
keep pace.
Now and Then
I’m writing you in cursive script
Despite computer minded folk
And cell phones where you always spoke
You’re looking at a clock instead
All other sites are just as dead
But with my plume I let you know
So you can feel the silken flow
My passion with my written word
That you may cherish and be stirred
As in a poem you never heard
The generations have evolved
Millennials cannot recall
The time we dipped our pen in ink
and crammed our mind to send a link
To hope my words connect our troth
And love you as my solemn oath
©Ralph Sergi August 29, 2016
No it's not anything you may be thinking of
it's in fact a very unknown thing because
you see I have a friend Nick
and he felt a little sick
and he grew tired of organized crime
so I tried to break him out of his mind
to set him on a lighter course
although it took alot of force
he got out of his old ways
he still went back to those days
Nick Never Craze (yes, that is his real name)
Held his old ways (everything stayed the same)
so I wrote this for him
Never back down he said
I can't be normal again
Can you see me, Red?
Killing me inside again
Crazy how it feels
Right and wrong it steels
Always searching for something more
Zippo lighters and kicking down doors
Easy times they where indeed
but this is how it feels to me
there are times
when my heart
remains silent
when its pulse is
steady and slow
there are times
when i am
right with the world
fitting in like a piece
to an irregular puzzle
there are times
when the sounds
of the life that surrounds me
blend in infinite splendor
with the music that plays
within.
and then,
there are times
when my heart explodes
and its rapid beating
becomes too much
for the confines of my chest
there are times
when i seem to be
a square block
struggling to escape
this round hole
of an existance
there are times
when the cacophonous symphony
invading my mind
overlaps with what
i hear outside
and the resulting noise
is disarmingly similar
to my inner chaos.
and then,
there are times
when i wonder
when this
nauseating see-saw
will stop its
strange rhythm
when the boundaries
that dictate
the shape of my life
will stop their
shape-shifting
when i can be left
in peace.
and then,
each time
this wondering arrives
it is followed by a certainty
that the answer is
never.