Best Angles Poems
Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.
She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.
She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.
Scars selfinflicted are better than that
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing at the celling.
She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.
The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.
At times it gets to uncomfortable so in
another direction we steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles hear.
Bang, there goes another.
Another life, another meaning,
Gone. Gone like the rain in the desert
Never to return.
It’s the sad truth that our children
Our teenagers
Cannot live in harmony together on our Earth.
We turn to the isolation.
To the pain.
To the self-hatred and the bitterness.
But what do we gain?
Our lives are not statistics.
We do not deserve this belittling
We do not deserve this treatment.
And yet we still take it all in stride.
We fall and we fall but it never seems to end.
And so we take everyone down with us in the long run.
When will we learn to grab hold,
and stop this incessant falling,
this constant drowning in our thoughts, in the shouting words of others?
Bang, there goes another.
A lost purpose, a lonely child.
Never to see themselves better than the ugly words of others
ever again.
The faiths that bind our righteous hearts
to the tenets of our devine
Principles placed to uphold our faith
are the grapes that grow from vine
Each woman and man has a light
they choose to see its shine
But rays cast down in many ways
yours is to you, and I've mine
To think God would leave it so
only one faith could show the way
Knowing the expanse that is this World
not only one book should have it's say
Perspectives are the windows from our homes
looking from seperate angles onto one street
The views are of varied degrees
No one house stands alone on concrete.
These books we follow are guides, not gallows
our lives are precious treasure
Blood should never be spilled "for God"
killing conflicting faiths for good measure
Crusades, Jihad....a terrible way to worship,
this is not what God intended
The life given to us is a gift we share
this was never meant to be contended
Bible, Torah, Koran...
Ten Commandments, Sabbath, Mecca, Baptism, Ramadan...
list goes on and on
Wine and wafer, dont eat pork, dont eat....
These are all semantics
Rituals of our perspectives
God chose to reach us in different ways
Channeled prophets to carry his voice
Each corner of the earth
in voices we could comprehend
But these were the voices of men...
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The paths we walk intertwine at the destination
Lines, Launch Angles and Curve Balls
The boys of summer
Set up for a season of lines, launch angles and curve balls
With straight chalky lines leading to a field of dreams
Where line-ups keep the line moving
On frozen ropes to climb the ladder into the catbird seat
Above the Mendoza line when outlines of a waving pennant envision
Crooked numbers and dusty home plates where grand salamis
Foil curves balls in flying angle launch lines – not lined out,
Not out of line
To make power lines for a hitter’s line of sight
And for bases lines, nicknamed the 45’ line,
That call for calls of fair ball down the line
Or foul across the foul line
To guide the line – fair or foul -
And lines of music for the seventh inning stretch, or the chin,
Sung in lusty lines of fans in seat lines
Or in line for nachos, popcorn, brats and beer –
To cheer the back door slider, can of corn or Uncle Charlie –
A Bronx cheer or line of boos –
A summer lineup card of seeing-eye doubles down the line,
Balls climbing up the ladder lines
Nestled in a flat curve
For lines creating perfect diamond angles
Ringing with famous lines
“Batter up!”
For “There’s no crying in baseball.” –
A nervous breakdown in nine innings” -
Because “It’s outta here!”
“Adios Pelota!” “Good bye Mr. Spaulding!”
“Holy Cow!” “Long gone!”
“Put it on the board” “Hey! Hey!”
“Oh Doctor!” “Bye, bye baby!”
And “It ain’t over till it’s over!”
Because “It’s getting late early.”
And “The impossible just happened.” “Forget it!”
“Hello again everybody! It’s a bee-yoo-tiful day for baseball.”
“How about that?”
“If it wasn’t for baseball I’d be in either the penitentiary or cemetery.”
“Remember these two things – play hard and have fun.”
With lines, launch angles and curve balls.
Opening Day April 1, 2021
SHACKLES IN THE ANGLES
By Immaculata Ortner
Woe at thou faint hearted blacks
Thou at neither black or white
Wishing our black could blend with white
Which spot like dirt in our prudent race
As our black blood, bled, blue
To Water their loamy fields of flowers
We clustered in the sun!
And toddled in chains!
While wild whip map our black and bull-like temples
I must say no to the will of these pale faced wolfs
To free the seeds in my loins
Than dance to the tune of trailing chains
And shackles in my angles
And watch my heirs in pen
Right angle is where love dwells in the East
Isosceles, when you love between the leasts
Acute is when your love is short and rough
Obtuse, when your love is more than enough...
All angles of love are great
So long as lovers give and take
Never doubt when and how love starts to break
When lovers know who gives up and shake
Cowboys and angles fell in love
one day the angle loves the cowboy
I am a angle my boyfriend is the cowboy
forever and ever we were in love before
we got together 7 months ago
we both have had
a bad relationship before
we get togther it have been
8 months now we might fight now
and than but it is making
things work out when we fight
I fell like cring but I say that
I'm soory and make up
And Then It Was Winter
Time has a way of moving, so quickly that you’re caught unaware
The future seems far in the future then all at once it’s right there
It seems like only yesterday I was among the young
Just married with a child our lives had just begun
Yet now it seems eons ago; the years just came and went
I glimpse of how it used to be; how my hopes and dreams were spent
But here it is – it’s winter, the winter of my life
Somehow it got here way too fast my memories are rife
I remember seeing old folks thinking that was years away
I didn’t have to think of it that is until today
So here it is – my winter and I can see the change
I’m older and I’m slower and the young now seem so strange
I find taking a shower is a target for the day
A nap is not a treat I take, it’s my mandatory way
I advance into this season unprepared for aches and pains
The loss of strength and memory; a walker and some canes
Regrets? Sure there are things I’ve done and things I didn’t do
But I’ve lived a happy lifetime. Regrets? There are so few
If you’re not yet in your winter, please do take some advice
It’ll be here quicker than you think time does not suffice
Whatever you’d like to accomplish in your life time – do it now
Don’t put it off till later for laters pass somehow
And you haven’t got a promise that you’ll live to see all seasons
Life sometimes is fleeting; comes and goes without the reasons
Live for today – say all the things you want loved ones now to hear
Tell them to live their life in full for their winter may be near
My spring was fun and full of life
My summer days were thinner
My fall was fat and happy
And then it was my winter
Time to visit back, a new hope
Mysterious story, like never before
Be the natural, love sees scope
Rebelled with heaven, that is sure
Reason though unique, intensely pure
Rising in the fall, no one ever heard
Angels are back, unique musical bird
Fallen Angels unite, for a plot in mind
Losing powers, just simply be a dove
Seeking grounds, for soul mate to find
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love
Common and beauty, unison least
No boundaries to curb, be called beast
Gave away all, people always wish for
Being angels meant, nothing without ONE
Fought with Father, not like just an allure
Walked and sailed, different worlds run
Being on top, people below they do shun
Angel however unite, beyond the powers
Be with the only ONE, years and hours
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And should the Angles'
Spread their Wing's
As they have done before
Say, If their cause should
Be lost,
Extended upon the Cross
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Their is this soft song
That they shall sing along
For the plight of Jesus'
Of Thee we do sing....
A long in song
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For the blessings of life
The time He did shed
Those so many time's
Fore He surely bleed
Cut's and lacerations'....
They adorned His head
While God's people
Did nothing.....
Through out the day'
All they could do....
Was pray
Poet AUTHOR
Gary Fields
copyright Apr2012
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mumurs of silvered petals -
willows whisper in the wind
In winter's cold grip
In the land of the Angles
The Good Christians came
Against their will to a trial
In a grand city
Called the Ford of the Oxen
Good will be slaughtered
By the hands of hot fire
The hands of the judge
The home's ruler was their judge
His stare was piercing
That went with flaming outbursts
And with his red hair
And the king's false overseers
Were the proud jury
Against the thirty Christians
Who came years before
Who came to spread medicine
To heal the ones sick
Cleanse all those with leprosy
To raise the ones dead
Cleanse all those with black demons
All without a fee
But to the judge and jury
This was dark poison
That spread about pestilence
And the Good Christians
Were flees spreading everywhere
Now in England's robe
Eating away the fabric
The thirty Christians spoke thus
"Blessed are those ones
Who suffer from sword or flame
From rope or prison
Or from winter's sheer coldness
For the sake of light
For Christ and goodness itself
For they are Christ's own
They are in heaven's kingdom"
The jury looked on
In their long adorned white robes
Clenching their own fists
Feeling their ring in their palms
"Heretics!" They yelled
With that word, the trail ended
They were now guilty
Still they sang a song of life
"Blessed are those ones
Who are reviled and hated
Rejoice and be glad
For great is the light of Christ"
As red flames rose up
The king in his ruthlessness
Had all of them flogged
In the sight of the cattle
And had their brows burned
And drove them from oxen's ford
And they stripped them all
To wail and die in frost's grip
Or be still in pain
But they kept singing with joy
The king shut his mouth
For hot anger chained his lips
His freckled face scowled
All the cattle were ordered
To have no pity
And walk to the other side
If one is in sight
And not pour good oil and wine
On their bleeding wounds
And not let them find an inn
To find some shelter
They were in winter's cold chains
For nature herself
To be executioner
Those few Good Christians
Still had the spirit in them
And looked to the stars
Just as Christ laughed on the tree
They joyfully laughed
They went to this world laughing
And left this cold world laughing
I have written myself into a web of madness;
where hideous creatures troll the dark streets,
where angel wings fan the souls of the newborn,
where pirates sail on traitorous seas,
and young maidens seek safety in the chapels of God.
Adventure, fantasy, faith all tumble upon the written page.
Absurdity undisputedly does ambush our quest for jollity
But so,too,do glamour and the euphoria that attend our world
Clashes with a world that spurns to surrender meaning
Dating the perverse option may curtail,yet
Every cloud has a silver lining.
As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles
And absentmindedly quibbles
Her fingers are animated wriggles
Churning out eccentric squiggles:
Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles,
One like a creeper that tangles,
As many like threads in singles,
Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles
And after explosion stiffly dangles
Before her the option of A Street Hawker
Bearing a case with or without a locker
And around patrolling with jingles
Or she be whipped and a nearby ear tingles!
But that wasn’t The Rescue from a writing
That keeps a teacher’s eyes biting!