Best As Well Poems
but i wouldn’t fault you words spilling from a loose connection
i forgive the negative
they are tied to your artistic temperament
your heart
translucent
exposes wires tattered and frayed
a myriad of internal cuts and bruises
i can hold such damage
with barely a touch
soothe the gnawing of varmints uninvited
draw out a collage of smiles
patiently waiting to adorn
the you i see
i can draw your laughter
deep and resounding
i can love you unconditionally
for better or for worse
be that handy little light
one carries to duel the dark
Thu Mar 5 2020
When you are in trouble
and start seeing double
you might as well have a good laugh
Cause sorrow and crying
and excessive sighing
can shorten your lifespan by half
If buried in debt
why brood in regret
when smiles are just what you need?
Don't worry or panic
no need to be manic
far better to chuckle, indeed
Has your tire lost air?
Don't give it a care
just change it and be on your way
If right after that
another goes flat
then dial up your triple A
If someone does hurt you
and then they desert you
just let it roll right off your back
Let out a guffaw
for there is no law
requiring you to attack
If hauled into court
then be a good sport
and burst forth in squeals of delight
They may think you mad
but you will be glad
as they drag you off into the night
No more bills to pay
nor dragons to slay
committed for standing the gaff
In your padded cell
your own private hell
you might as well have a good laugh
IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING
Across the heath neath cerulean sky
All still, in brief expectant breathless pause
Impending vernal change of season nigh
Awaits fulfill of pre-condition clause
Yet bracken lace and grass a tawny match
Though warmer tint from sun that elevates
A song bird now essaying dulcet snatch
Of symphony that she anticipates
Jade canopy of chiffon will inhale
The blessed Vapour that sustains all life *
Which soon will burst in wild expansive gale
Of growth and affluence of verdure rife
Now Nature’s resurrection time is right
Her signal shall go forth: ‘Let there be light!’
* CO2
27 February 2019
When you love someone, as I love you
You care for them deeply
You want the best for them.
When you’re in love with someone, as I am with you
You cannot imagine your life without them
They make you whole.
I am in love with you,
As I hope that you can truly see.
But I love you as well, so I want the best for you.
And if there is ever a moment
Where I think that you being with her
Is truly best for you.
I will give up.
As though it will tear me apart inside
It will make me happy beyond belief as well.
Abortionists are heroes in this Christian's book of man,
They save a fetus from a Hell that 'Christians' seem to plan!
A mother left to fend for self, with rapist's child to raise,
While many who claim Christian views, obtusely share a daze.
A bastard born of woman "has to be the victim's fault,"
While fetuses that "God Saves" are paved over with asphalt!
What proof that fetus has a soul when God treats some like trash,
Your claim to understand His will? Seems genuinely rash!
If Bible is 'the word of God,' 'your take' is not 'His Word,'
And when you say you understand you're 'giving God the Bird,'
Your fire to live a 'Holy Life,' may help you to survive,
The judgment of another's soul? May God's Grace help you thrive!
Some atheists live Christian lives; their 'faith' shows Grace I think,
Impossible to prove belief! But doubt has far less stink.
For 'Doubters' serve humility and display more restraint,
'The Saved,' so sure that they've arrived, own corners that they paint!
Brian Johnston
May 24, 2018
Poet's Notes:
I'm sure that this poem will make some folks angry, but I do not judge you (though God may). I submit this poem in humility (though you may feel condemnation), for I genuinely care for all of our souls and called on by God in the Bible to witness to others. Please testify back to me if you feel God calling you to point out any error!
I researched the earth's endangered species list and this is what I found.
There's everything on the list from A to Z - rare species just abound!
I'll highlight some of the more interesting varieties just to name a few,
That creep and crawl amongst us in this world-wide conglomerate zoo!
There's the Red-bellied Grackle, Pig Footed Bandicoot and Aquatic Rat;
Paraguana Mustached Bat, Zanzibar Guitarfish and the Andrean Cat!
A rare Whiskered Flower Pecker, Canarian Shrew and Amaragosa Vole,
A Peruvian Climbing Mouse, African Wild Ass and an Arend's Golden Mole!
Also listed were the Aruba Island Rattlesnake and the Okinawa Rail,
The Western Wattled Cuckoo Shrike and the Rolling Pebblesnail.
Something called the Philippine Warty Pig and the African Wild Dog,
And a Red-collared Mountain Babbler plus a Tanzanian Screeching Frog!
I also found a Banded Wobblegong and a reptile called a Bailey's Snake,
A Cameroon Clawless Otter and something called a Band-bellied Crake!
How about the Concave-eared Oderous Frog or an Eastern Bristlebird,
The Charming Thicket Rat, Common Yobby or a rare Dahl's Jird!
Some folks may find some redeeming value having these critters in our midst,
And I suppose to a certain degree we must learn with them to coexist.
But more importantly, if humankind can't learn in peace on earth to dwell,
We *****sapiens could end up on the endangered species list as well!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 7 on Amy Green's "Ode To The Endangered" Contest - June 2010
Love Might as Well be a Million Miles Away
Demented silence
Thuds dreams to nothing
In empty hands
And desperate lips kiss
Air
Tears beguile emotion to feeling
Something
Anything
Squawking
All of it a lies distraction
From the yank and burn
Don’t look to deep
Into it
A whole life brought to the reckless tip
Says “ Believe in it ”
And the games of a sexual reconnoiter
Appease deliberately
With a numb ball point
That scars wishes on a skin
Which has no other meaning
No other action
Or recompense
But to lay sweating in its own self inflicted
Torment
But would beg for pity
Beg with a berated dog on its belly
To feel something other than this cold empty
Starving
Beguiled by desperation and easy excuses
Never, not, ever, not, to be “a break free”
Of the chains
Sluggishly wrapped
Upon that future
Has no dream but reality
And today has devoured me
Yet again
Conceived in its erudite misuse
And accepting weakness as its only course
The day ad-libs
These fleeting life second-hand moments
Nothing but punishment
For being in love
The bitter doors of its prisons
Bleed
When my hands touch them
Guilty those palms they pronounce me
And culpability continues to deny me
A life
Though through every strip of imagination
I could tune this heart another way
If still my lover refuses
To give in
Then
Love might as Well be a Million Miles Away
To the facts we often would allude
Not only are you vulgar but so crude;
(Also vain if you want to add that.)
What you did thought was implicit
To everyone else seemed to be illicit.
Was obscene, absurd and ridiculous
Language used completely ludicrous;
Sure looked suspicious leaving scene;
Left trail of blood from a ruptured spline.
Philosophy often contained curiosity
Face looked awful committing an atrocity;
For hours and days did sit and stare
At women with bodies that were bare.
Poems he wrote were always incomplete
Continually forgot to raise toilet seat
Laughed so much and could not quit
Left his mark by dribbling all over it.
Left town and went on an expedition
After breaking rules about prohibition
Looked at oddly when orange hair observed;
Avoid my miserable body drivers swerved.
Appeared to be apparent us he loathed
When his filth was seen all unclothed
On arm wore image of Putin tattooed
Everyone thought was vulgar and crude.
We are starting to think that
Trump is no laughing matter
at all. Should clumsily slip
and break stupid neck in
shower stall.
Jim Horn
Woke up during night when I found
this poem on my mind hanging around.
Strange. It said that my poem was
written on February 15th. It is the
16th here already in Bolivia, NC
where I live. Oh, well.
Speculations abound, on the news and Internet.
Doomsday prophecies, when the planets alignments set.
But I have my theories, that I will share with you,
might as well accept it, there's nothing you can do.
Twenty-twelve is coming, that is a simple fact.
Just sit back and read along, have yourself a laugh.
I believe on that day:
That those aliens, that abducted Elvis,
to be their king, will bring him back to us.
Their ship will land on the White House Lawn,
a whole lotta shakin', will be goin' on.
I believe on that day:
Man will find chocolate is a miracle drug.
They'll melt it down and use it, as synthetic blood.
Saving the lives of thousands of women on the verge.
They will find that P.M.S., finally is cured.
I believe on this day:
Jerry Springer will announce his intent,
to run in the next election to be our President.
He has a sure fire way, to end all the wars,
let the leaders fight it out on his shows stage floor.
I believe on that day:
All manner of nonsense will ensue.
I don't think it is a day, that we will come to rue.
Bets in Vegas will still be laid,
our next payday, we will still want paid.
The Earth will turn upon it's axis,
there will still be, death and taxes.
No. 2012, should not be feared.
But, I have my seat reserved, on the next ship outta here.
For the contest: 2012
Hosted by Gareth James
Placement: 1st
I know too much of tragedies
I prefer reading comedies.
They are the better part by half.
Even the gods themselves must laugh.
Look all around and you will see
reality's a tragedy.
I'll speak on comedy's behalf.
Even the gods themselves must laugh.
One thing I've learned throughout my years
laughter's better by far than tears.
Laughter will soothe through times that chaff.
Even the gods themselves must laugh.
Yes, I'll speak out for comedies
let others keep their tragedies.
Comedy is my chief of staff.
Even the gods themselves must laugh.
Despite the bite of tears and fears
laughter has got me through my years.
It's why I choose this happy path.
Even the gods themselves must laugh.
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written for : Dr.Ram Mehta's Contest Tragedy is more enjoyable than comedy
If the world crumbles like everyone says it will
and it will
if everything we ever believed in goes downhill...
If dark sky masses loom around the bend,
if the earth stops breathing and the sky falls and the world ends:
I'm gonna run to your porch
bang on your door
until you come out.
Grab you by the sleeve.
Run with me.
You really need to trust me now.
If we run in the direction
where the winds come from,
if we pass up crowds trying in vain to hide,
He'll know we're on His side.
If I never told you the truth
if I never even tried to save you too
I may as well just wait here
I may as well just wait here.
He didn't suffocate the earth with blacktop and plastic.
He didn't kill off its inhabitants.
He only wanted the best
yet this is what He gets.
Trust Him.
If I never told you the truth,
If I didn't try to save you too
I may as well just wait here
I may as well just wait here.
Run.
I can’t wake up from this nightmare we've made
from love, distrust and our desperate son—
the loneliest creature; broken homemade.
what didn’t I do and what have you done?
sorry to inform you, you’re not the one—
you spoke to me in a backwards fashion
trading some misplaced anger for passion
displaced once more with the hate you would hide,
I opened my heart and you threw trash in
if god is love, then let death be our guide.
Rudolph and Santa saw the Christmas star,
they knew not what it was ‘til stardust fell-
snow-capped pines whisper to them from afar
that Christmas Eve was for Jesus as well.
They knew not what it was ‘til stardust fell,
though they felt that it was the one true night
that Christmas Eve was for Jesus as well!
They gazed at the utmost resplendent sight.
Though they felt that it was the one true night
God birthed the most lovely baby Jesus,
they gazed at the utmost resplendent sight;
for they know that He’s the one that frees us.
God birthed the most lovely baby Jesus
o’er the hillside encompassed by white drift-
for they know that He’s the one that frees us,
for this night of wonder is a true gift.
O’er the hillside encompassed by white drift,
the two of them decide it’s time to fly-
for this night of wonder is a true gift,
seeing proud parents sing a lullaby.
The two of them decide it’s time to fly.
Snow-capped pines whisper to them from afar-
seeing proud parents sing a lullaby…
Rudolph and Santa saw the Christmas star.
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Picture #3
1.20.20
Christmas Pantoum Rhyme Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
You have the freedom
to think that you're free
while your mind continues to work you over
by its own glorious instincts
apart from who you think you are,
apart from who you thought you were.
No need to be ashamed,
your drive to believe is part of that same mechanism-
a glorious means
of survival.
We both need to forget
that we're the same...
(and isn't it more fun?)
We might as well pretend.
I skip and jaunt so
across the pond tippy-toe
wetted I be soaked
4/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©