Best Any Point Poems
they lurk in corners, safe and dark
until they decide to growl and bark
then point an ugly old crooked finger
spittle drooling on the chin, they linger
arguing any point for arguments sake
no sense do they ever seem to make
they pretend to be a master know-it-all
a braying donkey left too long in its stall
always insisting to have the last word
looking like fools, they are quite absurd
these egotistic imbeciles act quite spastic
the pretenders who are all made of plastic
She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.
Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not guess,
And she? Being alive meant not feeling helpless.
Her husband, pot-bellied, balding bully, a bull
Bulling like a bullfrog walking ahead in blue
Halting, looking back to measure the gap,
The gap would never close in to good shape.
She thought of their congenial intimacy
Seven years back, love affair, pregnancy.
They entered a shop to buy the grocery.
She saw a kid’s picture on a pad of nappy.
Death of their son, mockery of her love,
The unfaithfulness of her idiotic cove.
The shopkeeper’s son was on the phone:
“Is there any point to carry it further on?”
“I will be going to USA for three years at least
Want to be free and have fun, can’t commit.”
Her heart went on the other side of the phone
Her inner voice spoke to her in different tone.
Outside the moon shimmered on a clear summer
Her eyes shone with a clear determined glimmer
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Second Place win in
The Contest Featured Poem by P.D.
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The poem was featured in 2006 and won Honorable Mention in
The Poetry Soup International contest of July, 2006.
If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...
I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music
And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...
Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage
I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...
And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums
... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes
I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks
I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...
I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You
Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew
So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured
Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"
* * * * * * *
But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had
A Loving Mom & Dad
And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
The world has gone crazy
Countries are at war
Our lives are now uncertain
We are cautious, afraid
Shocked to the core
When will it end?
Innocents dying so needlessly
Families torn apart
Bombs kill everyone concerned
Is there any point pleading
Those select few extremists
Choose to reign terror
Create misery in the world
For the sake of a God they worship
Will they ever see their error?
An embarrassment to their fellow worshippers
Producing racism through fear
They plot their next attack
With no thought for others or themselves
Possessing the belief they will be revered
Violence is never the answer
But to be honest I don’t know what is
No more bloodshed and sorrow
No more grief and mourning
To live in peace would be bliss
We bleed the same blood
Internal organs the same inside
We all have feelings and emotions
Humans, one race not separated
No more fighting will we abide
We stand strong against our threats
Stand side by side, black and white
Pray together whatever your religion
Join in mass unison
One day, we hope, the world will unite
Buried alive with obsessions
Suffocated by depression
Stuck underneath anxiety
Further from reality
Contemplating actions
From any point of view
For proper explanation
In things that others do
Tasking on others problems
As if they were my own
If I continue at this rate
I’m sure to be alone
Mind filled with confusion
Masked as a disguise
Keeping feelings bottled up
Adding to my demise
Finding a reason
To believe in tomorrow
With hopes not to bring with it
Anymore sorrow
I need to learn how to let go
Of past situations
In order to rid myself
Of further complications
Take on the mind frame
Everything is going to be alright
Allowing room for what is positive
To come into my sight
Where I can veer
In a new direction
On a road that is leading
Towards perfection
Fighting off infections
Plaguing my existence
Using strength that I can find
To help me go the distance
Someday I’ll crawl out
From within my grave
To see who it is
That I have to save
I’ll find the answers so, many times
I’ve searched for
I’ll then know the reasons
I will have found it, the cure!
I’ve come across the phrase
“If a tree falls when there’s no one there to hear it does it make a sound?”
Even if the trunk thuds to the ground, the echoes travel around to surround the remaining trees far into the woods.
Is it really any good?
Was there any point at all if there wasn’t anyone there to see its fall?
But if this is what makes sense in your head, then realistically, the same could be said about people.
Maybe people just wither away without cause to be missed.
If a person is born and lives their life as they wish, but does nothing to get remembered, have we really made them exist?
If there were only a few people who kept their memories alive till the day they died, their existence didn’t really survive for too long.
Perhaps there was never anywhere for them to truly belong.
So if you never do anything that catches a few strange looks or may end up in the history books, then you’ll soon be gone from the family’s narration in the next few generations, just another lost soul, one more forgotten face who never managed to find their place in this world.
Find somebody who will keep you at the top of their minds, who will get in a few stories about you sometimes, whether they be a new creation, a strange fascination, some kind words or your own eccentric spin on life, strive to be remembered by those that you loved.
Your friends,
Your family,
Your kin.
Die knowing that you always fought for what you believed in.
It’s the pressure exerted by the earth’s
atmosphere at any point given,
such acceleration and value of
standard of this word we live in.
The weight of the air increases
then starts to decrease,
then the pressure of the molecules
above the surface cease.
It’s like drinking from a straw,
while sucking our lungs expand,
then the air in the straw slowly drains
into the lungs as they withstand.
Then the air pressure in the straw
decreases and the pressure does force
the water to move up into the mouth,
there’s continuation henceforth.
Another example is blowing up an
elastic balloon with a suppressor,
the air pressure inside is higher
the atmospheric pressure.
The elastic expands due to the
pressure being equal in all directions,
then when the balloon bursts the air
escapes making a pressure connection.
There are many ways to see
the wonder of this phenomenon,
the earth’s atmosphere releases
pressure and it goes on and on.
Atmospheric Pressure
September 4, 2017
She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.
Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not guess,
And she? Being alive meant not feeling helpless.
Her husband, pot-bellied, balding bully, a bull
Bulling like a bullfrog walking ahead in blue
Halting, looking back to measure the gap,
The gap would never close in to good shape.
She thought of their congenial intimacy
Seven years back, love affair, pregnancy.
They entered a shop to buy the grocery.
She saw a kid’s picture on a pad of nappy.
Death of their son, mockery of her love,
The unfaithfulness of her idiotic cove.
The shopkeeper’s son was on the phone:
“Is there any point to carry it further on?”
“I will be going to USA for three years at least
Want to be free and have fun, can’t commit.”
Her heart went on the other side of the phone
Her inner voice spoke to her in different tone.
Outside the moon shimmered on a clear summer
Her eyes shone with a clear determined glimmer
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Honorable Mention
For the contest : Free style - Syed Amaan Ahmad
You’ve drastically missed your
Philosopher's Stone
Long time ago,
At an ancient past
Since that time
Your face was
Filled with some
Unbearable
Dark rays
Since that time
Your eyes were
Craving for some
Vein alternates
To equate this
Ultimate loss
Since that time
Your heart was
Transformed into
A lightless cave
Since that time
You devilishly swallowed
Countless animals
That come about you
To fill your hunger
He and she
Everybody and everything
On this Universe
Are now engulfed
By your Darkest Rays
.....
.....
Could you wake up,
At any point in time,
And completely erase your
Black facial seams
To make your face
Bright and blissful?
Could you come out
Of your dark and deep cave
And sincerely seek the
Help of the sun
To search your P-stone?
And,
By this faithful search
Could you find your
Philosopher's stone,
At any point in time,
To blissfully regain your
Golden life?
The general populace leans in close
seeking comfort for the coming week.
A routine, verging on madness:
Flip on the switch and crank it loud,
the News at Six wishes to speak!
Scenes of tyrannical leaders
and wretched wars,
somehow amalgamated with
glittered pop stars galore.
Spoken by newscasters
in unwavering apathy.
Spoken by a people
treating both stories equally.
And still, we lean in close
with a perverse curiosity,
thinking: at any point they'll
give us their cure to fix the malady.
And still, we perk our ears,
knowing it in truth to be a scheme.
But somehow unable to pull away;
dimly wishing it to be only a dream.
Listening, only because,
we need authority to guide our ways.
So the News, however undeserving,
will receive all it's due praise.
Sitting calmly, and gratefully
simply out of duty, likened as to sheep:
it is not our place, to raise our voice in protest.
Not even the slightest peep!
And lo, we are a public,
adding oil to the ceaseless wheel.
By watching the News at Six
as the minutes softly tick
away all of our thoughts still in store.
The mantra of the public,
equipped with hearts too far away to feel:
They're just actors in a play
with a set of lines to say -
It is simply that and nothing more.
This is how distance
deceives us.
Confusing paradise
for perilous.
A vast citizenry across this our land
fondly believing that we understand,
but we know almost nothing.
They'll talk about latest dance crazes,
and buzzworthy songs. They'll talk about
it all the day long until it sounds like SOMEthing.
While life as we know it is on the brink.
While we're singing in a boat about to sink.
The mantra of the public
in our little box upon the hill:
I'm safe and I'm sound
with nothing to fear.
The mantra of the public,
while attempting to keep our hearts still:
Nothing as horrid as that
could ever happen here.
Walk in and there you are
As a picture hanging upon the wall
Speechless and not knowing what to say.
Our eyes connected and memories came back again.
With every memory a tear was cried
And another piece of me died.
I know you are better off living amongst the stars
As an angel protecting us now.
I can’t help to think about all you sacrificed for a kid who was not yours.
You taught me how to write my name and tie my shoes.
You tucked me in at night and kissed my forehead before school.
You were the chef of my world
And you showed me how to be one too.
I learned how to swim thanks to your kindness
You invested time and energy into being a father to me.
You took it upon yourself to teach me right from wrong
And you were there to pick me up when I fell.
I came first in your life
And always knew I could come home anytime.
You could have walked out on me at any point
instead you rearranged your life and gave me a home.
Sitting in the chair tonight is when I realized you were gone.
Watching all the faces of sorrow and emptiness
When a hand touched my shoulder and said,
“Remember all the memories you get to keep.”
She walked off and a smile crossed my face
our memories made me who I am today.
There is no more calling to say hi
Instead prayer is our only communication now.
There is no more stopping by the house to see your smile.
Now I have to look to the stars for that twinkle.
Now a picture hangs on the wall
surrounded in memories and years of love.
~RIP Matt 1-26-54-2-22-2013~
love lies on the side hypotenuse
from where that right angle is
often love's functions seem abstruse
lost at ocean's bottom with Atlantis
yet complementary, our numbers add up
by degrees are ninety, true and square
feelings pour right to the loving cup
opposites and adjacents uncommonly rare
looking at all the angles to triangulate
and compute toward infinity's revered
will the points be cartesian for this mate
do measured dimensions seem a bit weird
what of the other points on the line
of our lives, that we traverse insistently
do they see us as converging just fine
heartfully crossing space with felicity
cons and pros measured on protractor
terms balancing both sides of the equal
trying not to drop any important factors
will it be originally good as the sequel
the mosaics of the world pieced together
to form colorfully muted sharper vision
complacent or attentive to futures whatever
it'll be angled and trigged with precision
© Goode Guy 2011-12-16
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trigonometry
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/abstruse
there are three sides to any point, what's right, what's left, and the rest.
Sublime harpy eagle sits in a tree
Beyond divine is his majesty
To abyss not continuity
Is connected his destiny
His surreal yet physical form
Stands like proud warrior before the storm
His eyes shine like diamonds as cartwheels in the air he will perform
His seven inch talons and perfect visage begs question who build this form
He is just like one of us he has earthly destiny
He knows not of immortality
Yet to us eagle is something that represents being free
Fly free like a bird you are in control of your destiny
Something that has no lack is born not formed to us is divine
Yet each of us has will that is sublime
If we could make abstract concrete in any point in time
We could make our destiny grow beyond divine
And this freedom this power lies
Somewhere in depths of king of all eagles eyes
And in each of our own souls it lies
Can we make it real maybe on the dark side of the moon when our true selves we realize
If someone had the power which back to time cannot reverse
Even in the most fundamental base
This someone would be more then master of universe
And to sit at this person’s side is harpy eagle’s place
south of the border
festivals of other - times
no borders but LIFE.
Viva Mexico
Today Fifth of May
Because you observe
LORD may we share some
fetes of others - taste the joys
we lost with culture
NOTE: Mexicans and Mexican-Americans observe 5th of May as a fun holiday. Shalom and Blessings to all nations, and each individual, especially those whose spouses or parents failed them at any point. RISE for you have a TESTimony PTL
Time flies when you're not concentrating.
It slyly and sneakily separates
its victims from their past minutes and hours,
not sieving or selecting ... just on the take.
All your best and worst times are packed away,
a portfolio of fading memories.
Life and time should be like a living book
which you can dip into at any point,
revisiting, cherry-picking the best of it;
reliving the warmth of your Spring and Summer days
before the Autumn shadows obscure the past
and the Winter chill freezes time going nowhere.
Time flies when you're not concentrating.