Best Aside Poems
Sometimes there's situations
When you have to step aside.
There is nothing more that you can do,
Though it's hard to realize,
That maybe you are in the way,
And standing in between,
Sometimes you have to step aside,
Before God will intervene.
His work, he can do better,
If there's no one in the way.
There's only so much we can do,
And so much we can say.
For He is so much greater,
On His assurance, we can lean.
Sometimes we have to step aside,
Before God will do anything.
Yes, there will be heartaches,
When you have to step aside.
God understands you,
And He will be your guide.
Just place it all in His great hands,
By your side He will abide.
He knows that you still love the one,
For whom you've stepped aside.
Lay his name in the dark
and let your mouth speak of others
so that you might live once again
and hearing of him no longer bothers
Lay his blind eyes to rest
and let your smiling beauty be seen
so all of us in the rest of the world
might have a chance to dream
Lay his cold hands away
and let your soul be whole again
so in the night when you’re alone
you’ll be safe from his forceful sin
Lay his angry words aside
and let your troubled mind be still
so that when you again hear his voice
you will hold with iron will
Lay his forgotten love to sleep
and let yours breath once more
so that you know deep in your heart
he can never again take away, what's yours
To prepare for the rain
Is important to every man;
Able to meet his needs,
Doing everything he can.
Look at the ants,
Storing up food in summer;
Not to be caught off guard,
Nor hungry during winter.
But more than ensuring
A life in contentment;
One should prepare for
The day of judgment.
Everything on earth
Shall be burned by rains of fire;
Even the arch of the sky
Shall be destroyed by God's ire.
Collect the bread of truth,
Deposit the Almighty's word;
Reserve food for the soul,
In one fold you'll be able to hoard.
Plan to be ready,
Now that the end is nearer;
It is of utmost value
To heed God's messenger.
A message of caution
From the bird of prey;
Hence, the famous phrase:
Setting aside for a rainy day.
STEPS ASIDE
They’ve banned the “step counters”
Outlawed the treadmill and stationary bike
Banned jogging (aka fast walking for the elderly)
Sports will be limited to “non-aerobic” activities
Tiddlywinks tournaments will be Government funded.
Scientific research and investigation
Funded by the “stay inside and die sooner” chapter
Of the “Governmental Gottcha Groups”
Has conjectural and anecdotal evidence
That the heavy breathing induced by exercise
Increases the carbon dioxide emissions
Of those engaged in anaerobic exercise.
Suggested alternate activities are:
-Daydreaming,
-Scheming (aka conspiring with imaginary friends)
-Meditation…without chanting
-Astral Traveling (with or without passport)
-Thinking, but only about the things presented in our booklet
-(also known as “Talking Points)
Or the “Rip Van Winkle” solution…
Go to sleep for twenty years
and hope it’s all over when you wake up.
John G. Lawless
©2/24/2023
I’m not the girl that I used be
Why do you look at me like that?
Where is that sparkle in your eyes?
Do you not find me attractive?
I’m still here
Right here
I’m still the same inside
If you can't see that
You might as well step aside
4-2-17
Alexis Y.
Bitter, the taste of tears on your color less cheeks, breathe,
reality on the run hurts worse than the insane damage of
any words thrown in hatred; let my crooning eclipse you,
insolate you, like a halo on an angel. “Speak to me of us,
nevermind, the money and the great gig in the sky or them."
B itter, THE taste of tears on your COLOR less cheeks, BREATHE,
R eality ON THE RUN hurts worse than the insane DAMAGE of
A NY words thrown in hatred, let my crooning ECLIPSE YOU,
I nsolate you, LIKE a halo on an angel “SPEAK TO ME of US.
N evermind, the MONEY AND the GREAT GIG IN THE SKY or THEM."
Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky,
Money, Us and Them, Any Color You Like, Brain Damage, Eclipse
9/11/15
abandoned in field
one thousand tiny new chicks
willing hands save them
based on newspaper story over the weekend
02~20~17
Think today's gonna be a good one
Not really feeling all that bad
Except pains in my legs and arms
And my back aches just a tad
Oh forgot to mention my sinuses
They've been acting up of late
My eyesight isn't what it used to be
And lately my hearing's not great
I try to ignore the pains in my knees
All my joints are starting to squeak
Recently lost some feeling in my fingers
Been constipated for about a week
Developed a large boil on my buttocks
That bothers me a lot when I sit
Have quite a problem with my dentures
They're false but not a great fit
Aside from that, I'm feeling quite fine
But I suffer from a mental problem
I must keep taking my meds every day
Sure can't go a day without 'em
© Jack Ellison 2013
BTW This is NOT autobiographical! LOL
There are meanderings who itch and creep
To fill my night with dread.
There are cataclysms where I cringe and cower
That are better left unsaid
And there's an apparition to slake my very soul
Standing menacingly aside my bed.
A miasmal shadow whose form and substance
Seems porous with a brooding discontent.
A vaporous spook from a now empty hoary grave
Crying out some death-bed held lament.
I tremble at this ghastly wretched haunting unsure
How to appease this ghoulish malcontent.
Is it an harbinger of some impending doom
That awaits me in the night?
Or a bleak warning of a tenebrous dark abyss
In dire need of an earthborn sacrifice?
Or a horrific memory of a forgotten transgression
I have conveniently put away from sight?
Its eyes lock in a gaze of sinister desperation
As I search for some meaning to aspire.
But what I see leaves me morose and sullen
As the reflection broods a hellish brimstone fire.
And I turn away with a feeling of minacious fear
Not knowing the spirit's saturnine desires.
This haggard phantom stretches its bony claw
And wails like a banshee twice possessed.
Pointing an accusing finger in my direction
With some long held grievance to address.
It screams in hideous tones, "Beware! Beware!"
Which it most fervently expressed.
"Beware! Beware!" It howls in repressed anger
As I rest my weary eyes.
And through the night it wallows in acute agony...
Lashing out a mournful cry.
But I eventually grow somewhat accustomed
And it becomes a type of doomsday lullaby.
The days and weeks are now three long years
And it continues its nightly shrieking of regret.
But no one said creatures from the spirit-world
Would be straightforward or direct.
I am at an impasse with this ghostly apparition
And remain confused and quite perplexed.
I am oblivious to whatever spectral information
This bit of ectoplasm seems to know.
And the creature appears in no discernible hurry,
But to be honest... I would miss its nightly show.
So until we come to a far better understanding...
I have a place to hang my clothes.
The End
*Follow my cartoon on Webtoon Bob's your Uncle.
All was certain, the tracks determined
each and every day
Cold steel certainty dictated
all thoughts and machinations
complacent
Will the unfeeling rails define us?
Will the force-fed rout devide us?
I stand, a locomotive, raging off the track
teetering engine building steam
throwing all your notions back
to the overbearing brother providing
lies steeped in half truths
deceptive
Shall we dance amongst the littered wreck
of boxcars toppled over?
This free thinking deemed chaotic by compliant passengers
begging for margins to live in.
~our brakes never screeched
as the truth we beseeched is doled out so reluctant
I stand, an illuminating conductor, ready to delve
outside the railroad ties
seeking new horizons for crashsites
*Inspired by S K A T's "Runaway Train" contest**
A strict moral sermon seems fine
until humbug ruins the design
be saintly my boy
please don’t act so coy
you’ll thank me somewhere down the line!!!
Son Scott, is following in Daddy's footsteps
So proud of that boy of mine
Technology's gotten way ahead of me now
Back then, my designs made me shine
But Scottie has taken it to a whole new level
He's made it in today's techno art
This old guy couldn't even begin to compete
I'd be blown right off the cart
Kind of sad, but that's progress I guess
Make way for the new generation
Out with the old ways and in with the new
Time for the next innovation
Guess it was time, due for retirement
Would've continued on if I could
That day has arrived, I am yesterday's man
If I could do it all over, I would
A good reason to greet the sun each morning
Thoughts of an exciting new project
Forever challenging my artistic abilities
Was at my best coming up with new concepts
Sadly, this life is leaving me behind me
Must step aside for the new generation
Was a total blast for almost fifty-five years
A time of such great inspiration
© Jack Ellison 2014
~ His Mothers Prayer ... ~
Corresing the callic on his head
tiny little fingers wraped around mine
sighlent prayer I worry,
night; is closing in ... fears linger,
welling ... UP,
as darkness IS CALLING ...
thank you Arkbear,
your prayers have kept my little Abri safe
thus far ...
ONE WE ARE WITH YOU NOW!
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~ Please Pray ~
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~ Jenny ~ Abri, ~ Adam, ~ Mohamed, ~ Jennien ~ James ~
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It's not over ...
Please pray ...
Pray ...
It just keeps on going up.
I'm making him a bath,
I trust you Lord ...
I trust you.
My Savior
Be His Savior ... !
A wan to be Father,
Save ... My baby,
not ... my blood ...
Lord ...
my-peace,
Please be His savior.
Please ... Jesus ...
I pray ...
Your Servent,
My savior.
be His Savior.
~ Amen ~
Don’t push red roses aside
nor the violets-blue guide.
It’s childhood honey sweet.
It’s a record player on repeat.
It’s a treasure, and when found
a mother feels thus crowned.
The message on printed cards -
cute drawings with regards.
It is the simplest compliment -
in latter years, a sacred document.
It’s the breeziest way a child conveys
their love on special holidays.
5/17/2023
Here is one with spelling mistakes…love it:
short poem
roses are red voilets
are blue you care
about me and I care
about you. xxxx Looking
at the roses blum make
me smile.
Push aside, confused and lonely
Is ennui for I and me only
Wanna feel needed, nowhere to turn
Affiliation, I have to earn?
Unique or weird, really don’t know
Johari Window, how do I show?
Goals on the plate, not an issue
Motivationlessly crying inside, where’s tissue
No one contacts me, saying I miss you
But I was pushed aside from the very beginning
Maybe this is just a phase I appear to be winning
Just gotta have faith, only time will tell?
It needs to speak up because I am going through hell.