Best Anybody Poems
By Dana Redricks
September 22, 2020
God can use anybody even our limitations, or disabilities. Nothing is impossible with Him. You are valued more than you know, and loved beyond measure. Each one of us is His prize possession, and let no one tell you otherwise. Like a diamond in the night let your light outshines the darkness, and no matter what we face just trust and know with Jesus everything will be alright.
Does anybody out there care
that the world is falling apart?
And kids get shot and killed in schools
by other children, toting guns.
Politicians are liars: yet
does anybody out there care?
They'll let climate change ravage our
overpopulated planet.
As human interactions wane,
folks connect through the internet.
Does anybody out there care
about social skills anymore?
Scientists forecast droughts and plagues,
and still, no one seems that concerned.
Given the fact that all could die,
does anybody out there care?
Does anyone care?
I cared to reach the highest peak
to reach the height of my degree
not caring where the future lay
now I will find of what I seek
a poem I know will cherish me
to lead me to the promised way
an actor who renewed his fate
an oil painting up to date
established egos moving on
it’s time to write another song
a leap to fame will not last long
they’ll come a time when they are gone
I begin to age aggresively
without the trace of memories
eroding life as time has past
and time for mortality has cast
winnowing soon to lay a shroud
to enter in a moving cloud
but who will care what I endeared
another raindrop of the arts
absorbed by heat to disappear
the difficulties I have fared
with memories no longer there
Does Anybdy care? Poetry Contest
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March 7, 2020
In the centre of the steaming metropolis
Stood an apartment left empty
For years it stood sad and bleak
Staring at the busy lane
Once its windows were open
And curtains hung on rails
A candle stood on the chest
And flowers bloomed in the vase
She floated in and out
Always humming a tune
And caressed the walls as she passed
And rolled on the floor for joy
Then they took her away
And now no one wants to stay
In this dark and lonely flat
For her soul still lingers there
And when the night is clear
And the moon is high in the sky
You can still hear her hum
Some lovely lullaby
Everybody is in a terrible condition and Yeshua is the only antigen, everyday.
Nobody that is in this Parable can avoid sins infection but realize now Yeshua destroyes sins pathogen. That makes the Lord the opposite of noday.
Somebody will learn that the Lord makes the unbearable, bearable. Sin has one affection and that will always be insurrection. Yeshua taught the true Catalan, through that we know we are his cabochon. Take heart because Yeshua will use his Javelin, someday.
Anybody can embody the words of the Lord. The Lord plants all seeds, that makes you wearable, tell me what is comparable when you hear something that is beyond incredible. He gives us our Direction, he takes away the disconnection. With the Lord's correction and disinfection by his resurrection the lord gave us every protection. Yeshua equals submission forgiveness and love it's not about being masculine the Lord makes us examine and reexamine every ademption. When you contemplate on the beginning you will understand, Yeshua created the laminin. Remember Yeshua is your protector anyday.
That climate change
Is affecting the world
There are more hurricanes
And off season tornados
Frozen ice caps are melting
Does anybody care
That it’s causing the
Sea levels to rise out of control
Creating large amounts of flooding
It’s separating our government
Causing hasty decision making
Does anybody care
That it causes an unstable government
Who makes important decisions
It has caused the old diseases
Like the measles, mumps, and chicken pox
To resurface, causing death
Does anybody care
That even polio came back to life
You have more hate
In the world than love
Mainly because of jealous people
Who sets out to destroy others
Does anybody care
02/12/2020
Will you tell me please, if you dare?
Does anybody really care?
We say that we do, show remorse;
For thoughts from our peers-stay the course.
We say not, but it is still greed.
Is this thinking of the same seed?
Donate to charities and such,
Mindful not to give each too much.
Pass by people holding their sign,
Thinking, "My money is all mine."
Never knowing the how or why,
Or seeing the tear they never cry.
Assuming they are capable
Of putting food on the table.
Most can, but some simply can not.
Lost demons, of which were fought.
We use the word of the same name,
Playing our hand of the greed game.
Can, or will not look in the eye;
Stay busy, until we pass by.
For our own greed, we question theirs;
Proving- Nobody really cares.
Phosphorus sugar
It’s glowing in the water
Supporting all life
All will be coming from what we start now
That walks the earth and the ground which we plow
Continuing mission that cannot end
Getting from all we receive and we send
Core, mantle, crust, valleys, mountains, and seas
Gales, hurricanes, tornadoes, a slight breeze
Gold, platinum, diamonds, palladium
Coal, natural gas, and petroleum
Algebra, variables, equations
Trigonometry, sines, calculations
Axes, X and Y, how steep is the slope?
Tomorrow and after, do we have hope?
Temperature, pressure, volume, changes
Atmosphere, stratosphere, domains, ranges
Cooperation, mutual trust, peace
Growing and living, we can’t let them cease
Government, politics, all of the laws
Contracts, obligations, no escape clause
Tilling, planting, for a very big crop
Abundance supply, I think we will stop
Phosphorus sugar
It’s glowing in the water
Supporting all life
Sugar is so sweet!
Pale light shines through the liquid
Sweet as it can be!
Transcription of messages here we go
All that we can see and all that we know
Gazing at objects all both near and far
Comets, planets, all orbiting a star
Answers, questions, and all that we can say
Totaling quite a huge number today
Can we?, Can’t we?, it remains to be seen
Gone past and future, and all in between
Granite, marble, hard things are all around
Coins, silver, copper, if they can be found
Talking, yelling, to say it all out loud
Ascending up from the ground to the cloud
Adding, subtracting, what’s the total here?
Tallying all that we both love and fear
Girls and boys, men and women, young and old
Can they behave? Can they do what they’re told
Co-inhabiting, poverty and wealth
Growing in illness, as well as in health
Tempest, all the works by William Shakespeare
All’s well that ends well; I think we’ll stop here
Sugar is so sweet!
Pale light shines through the liquid
Sweet as it can be!
The building blocks of all living matter
It is easy to pick on the D.O.R.K.
or the dweeb of society
who is clumsy and meek
stuttering most of the time in his life
Rather spends time with his parents than the social clique
One who actually takes time to photograph THE BIRDS
BEES
SIMPLE LIFE IN CONTINUOUS MOTION
THE LAW
and so on..
Just because he is curious about THINGS that most would not care about
does not make him a GEEK
SIMPLETON
N'ER DO WELL
or other pleasant names taken to consideration
This Bloke is a human being and not just a ribbing for your kind little joke
Life was not meant to be the same for every one born upon this place
Deformaties are not people to be laughed at or scorn
they may be awkward and slightly out of perfectionism and beauty
Remember that and maybe the world can be a little more beautiful
Somewhere, Anywhere and Everywhere
Everybody's looking for somebody
and nobody cares.
Busybody told Everybody
that Somebody was trying
to get their freak on.
Nobody told Busybody
that Somebody likes to sleep till noon.
But Busybody lied and told Everybody
that Somebody sleeps in the nude.
So, Everybody knocked on Anybody’s door
looking for Somebody.
Anybody got mad
and told Everybody
where they can go,
Somebody knew that Busybody
was a gossip queen.
So, by the time
Everybody got there.
Somebody slapped Busybody
into next week...
Anybody could have stopped it
and told Nobody.
Nobody felt sorry for Busybody
because... Nobody cares...
Everybody reading this poem
knows Somebody like Busybody.
...
So, who cares?
“I am somebody”, said the Somebody
“I am everybody” said the Everybody
“So what? You are nobody to me,” said Somebody to Everybody.
Everybody thought of the Somebody.
“Everybody is Somebody to Somebody (else)”, said Everybody.
“So what? Everybody means Nobody,” Somebody.
“Everybody means a lot.” asserted Everybody
“Then Who is Nobody?” Both intrigued.
“I am Somebody; You are Everybody.” Said Everybody
“No I am the Somebody” averred Somebody
“Okey You are Somebody and I am Everybody.”
“Then, whose is this Nobody?”
“Nobody has Nobody, HA! HA!” Both sed to themselves.
If Somebody thinks, “I am only the Somebody.”
And Everybody thinks, “Everybody is Somebody to Somebody.”
Then Somebody wouldn’t be there to say, “I am Somebody.”
Anybody can become Somebody someday.
So, Somebody does not matter to Anybody.
Then the Everybody becomes Somebody any way, any day.
Anybody becomes Somebody someway? Or anyway?
Not by anyway, by cook or crook?
Then that Somebody will become Nobody.
And Everybody will remain as Everybody to Everybody.
Both Somebody and Everybody will be known as Nobody.
And, and Nobody knows Anybody - Somebody, Everybody and Nobody.
Who are you? Somebody? Everybody? Anybody? or Nobody?
Someday Everybody is Somebody.
Everyday Somebody is Everybody.
One day Anybody becomes Somebody.
All the days Anybody becomes Nobody
And Anybody becomes Everybody because
Anybody wants to be Somebody, Not Nobody.
Sun was setting over the cacti and critiques.
A cryptogram said, dignity first without
any damage to faithful aloneness. Protection
was not sacrifice, you have to plummet from a cliff.
A plaque has no mortality. The pressing of
lips places pain ahead of hope. The smiles
have a coercive expedience. I become voiceless
in a delirium of hooves.Sex green death opens
a door. Fear of feathers surprises, would
not measure the sky. Bound by winds the giant
trees search for the soil. Any grass can send
the butterflies. The bald piston throws the
blood on the spikes. Spiders are unwinding
by kisses. Beds are empty.
SATISH VERMA
The world around me starts to turn into a tunnel
Reducing the space in which my thoughts would once dwell
Fleeting visions, of my life gone by, fill my sight
As I drift towards the beckoning light
Above my body, I see myself rise
The world becomes small as my soul flies
Through beautiful clouds, through beautiful skies
Is this how it is when one dies?
I see people gather around my mortal remains
Speaking in muffled tones, is that pain
That is reflected in their muted voice
Or are they simply paying me lip service
In a few hours I see the people disperse
Going about their lives' mundane pleasures
I am dead and gone, so I guess nobody needs me
I wonder, after today, will anybody miss me
Sun was setting over the cacti and critiques.
A cryptogram said, dignity first without
any damage to faithful aloneness. Protection
was not sacrifice, you have to plummet from a cliff.
A plaque has no mortality. The pressing of
lips places pain ahead of hope. The smiles
have a coercive expedience. I become voiceless
in a delirium of hooves.Sex green death opens
a door. Fear of feathers surprises, would
not measure the sky. Bound by winds the giant
trees search for the soil. Any grass can send
the butterflies. The bald piston throws the
blood on the spikes. Spiders are unwinding
by kisses. Beds are empty.
SATISH VERMA