Best Ask The Question Poems
CORONA VIRUS (COV-19)
The Black Death, or bubonic plague, which happened nearly 700 years ago, (in the three year period of 1347 to 1351 in which it lasted) took the lives of an estimated 75 to 200 million people. It stayed dormant for 300 years. It then reared its ugly head in Spain and London. The plague is certainly a devastating entity to be reckoned with. The attack by terrorists on 9/11 was a dastardly deed perpetrated by cowards and the death toll was horrendous but by comparison, the Black Death is by far the worse catastrophe ever witnessed by mankind. In Biblical History, leprosy was the most dreaded disease which maimed and killed many. But rest assured there are days coming that all the combined plagues of history can compare. In the Book of Matthew 24:6-13 it reads: "And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation will rise up against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. And there will be famines, pestilences, and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of sorrows. Then they will deliver you up to tribulation and kill you, and you will be hated by all nations for My name's sake. And then many will be offended, will betray one another, and will hate one another." There is already great evidence of this taking place in government today and all around the world. You may ask the question, "What does this have to do with the Corona Virus (COV-19)? The Corona Virus can be controlled. The chaos and devastation of Armageddon cannot be stopped or brought under control. Therefore, it is an undisputed fact that the world will experience a catastrophe far greater than anything that has ever taken place. Matthew 6:33-34 reads: "Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
Friday, 13 March 2020
Curtis Moorman
For the Corona Virus (COV-19) contest
Where do I begin
To ask the question
And do I divulge my sin
Reveal obsession
Please I need your wise advice
I’m walking on thin ice
What if I pay the price
Will I regret this choice
Do I roll the dice
Trust my inner voice
Play this lottery
blank uncertainty
Of possibility
Drowning in the sea
My heart is beating faster
Do I just take the leap
Like ripping off a plaster
Unveiled my destiny
Will that evoke disaster
Will I be sorry after
Should I leave it to the master
It’s time to cease this game
Roulettes the devils work
On me I lay the blame
I’m overwhelmed with fear
Overcome with shame
I feel my pulsing veins
Ready set take aim
I take it in my hand
You see me trembling
What if I find it’s bland
This is my reckoning
And as I begin to bite
My heart fills with delight
Someone’s listened to my plight
It was a coffee one
And not a toffee one
Delicious bliss
Chocolatey kiss
Slowly oozing
So wickedly soothing
What a close call
I thank you all
- breath blushes blue between us ...
you ask the question
THAT question
so, you're requesting rationality, lucidity
when you stand before me dressed in pure starlight
ONLY starlight, with moon drops in your eyes
splashing your coy smile like rare south sea pearls
damp from our cool evening swim, you shiver
dancing drops of dazzling diamond dew
shimmer like dermal constellations
turning your sublime surfaces into an ocean of sprites -
haute couture by the Cosmos
precious few and precious, times like these
when those definitions of love made in youth -
those confusing impulses of the emotional and physical
swirl and spin and wrap me like fleece
passion, desire, beauty … and love
spun together like soft cotton candy -
sweet and sticky and warm on the lips
melting together with THAT question, THAT concern
but what IS true? what defines "reality"?
what will last beyond this intense need to have you
to know you, taste you, every tender centimeter
every curvaceous, sublime, secret spot?
you stand there, perfectly imperfect, pert and saucy
form covered in tiny bumps of enticing invitation
your body’s braille, pleading
steam rising into the cool evening air
like a sigh from your skin
waiting for my answer - my affirmation
but I am mute ...
entranced ...
numb …
- I will let my body … speak.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Splash" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 24" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Screwed XVIII" Poetry Contest, Rob Carmack, Judge & Sponsor. (No cliche's via PS Cliche Finder).
~ 10th Place ~ in the "Best Free Verse In April - Not For A Contest" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
I stood on a hill and screamed for peace...
Lost in the noise were friends that teased...
A mask that hides what's wrong and right...
Too many stones thrown that blinded my sight...
Wolves that prowled with a sheeps face and a devils soul...
Crept slowly in the dark where the truth was never told...
My cape is wrinkled and torn and bloodied from the day...
A battle well fought where being right lost its way...
Then left with a heart with blood still there to drain...
No need to ask the question, I'd do it all over again...
I don't write stories, I don't write make believe... I write what's in Me.... Michael
Thunderheads
Written: by Tom Wright
O, boisterous clouds,
Why do you pout on high?
With friction so among you,
Will lightening too,
Not soon cross the sky?
In bumping heads,
You cause the thunders burst
Then in your sorrow weep
And once again your tears,
Quench earth's thirst.
I stand alone surveying aloft,
Your strength and might.
But then like curtains,
You're parting once again,
For God's sunlight.
Seeing a rainbow hanging,
In a distant portion of your sky.
I need not ask the question,
Where do you go
When not in sight, or why?
I look at you and wonder, I wonder if they know,
If they look beyond the show, the ponytail afro,
the tatts, the kicks, the cloud of smoke,
the smile, the eyes, the jawline, the stroke,
do they see you beyond the thoughts you provoke...
ummmm I wonder....do they really know.
How big your heart is, how awesome you are,
a good friend, a good man, a rock, a star,
Genuine, unique, a man apart,
right from the start, you're book and street smart.
A dope human being, Im proud of you son,
high-five ya mom and step-dad, on a job well done!
You might think it's too much, like I'm putting it on thick,
but I promise you son, I keep it real, I keep it lit,
not riding yo ish, not built that way,
shoot from the hip, the only way I play,
so remember this day, you inspired me kid,
you win, so I write, and dust off my pen.
You give me hope, the future is not lost,
the youth has promise, you shine like a boss.
I see you, see me, with you I'm myself,
can't be captured by a camera, or measured by wealth.
you go out your way to help others, even stop what your doing,
to lend a hand to those in need when no one's looking,
so glad that I know you, an individual so true,
so glad that I know, if they only knew.
You're the type of guy that turns the greatest into a fan,
yes I'm the president, and you are the man,
You're the type of friend you answer for in the middle of the night,
ride or die type of friend, yea you got that right,
and if you ever ask the question, the answer is freakin right!!
Alll day, afternoon, and all night!!!!
For some lucky girl, you're a dream come true,
Not perfect, but solid, dependable, that's you.
If they only saw the layers, or the levels that I do,
if they only knew, or had a freakin clue.....
Hey YOU,
Yes, I’m talking to YOU
Please listen to me…
You used to comment on almost every poem
But you don’t visit me of late
So I have to ask the question,
Why has your support turned to hate?
Actually… don’t bother answering that
because now I know
A little bird told me the reason why
They’ve been advised on 'twofacedbook'
NOT to comment on my poems.
It's a sad fact they did not deny.
So we have a puppeteer who pulls so many strings
Sadly, blinkered marionettes keep dancing
to tunes and keep doing these petty things.
Well, to be honest I’m glad you’ve cut the ties
It’s a pity folks can’t make up their own minds
and not listen to malicious gossip and lies.
12/22/17
Background to the poem. I made a comment on a poem about a lack of reads and comments recently. Totally out of the blue another person informed me they had been requested via twofacedbook not to comment on my poems but thankfully they took no notice of this. They did not mention who is behind it and to be honest I don’t want to know, but I am just sad that someone stoops so low.
Comments or no comments I will continue to write and be an active member of the soup community and will deterred from posting on soup
A wonder of wonders
you emanate light
lovesick and deranged
I'm dazed by your sight
your eyes are beguiling
your lips tantalize
my body's a'quiver
for you hypnotize
your touch is like heaven
your kiss, my demise
my melting has started
you'requick to surmise
you know you have power
you relish each sigh
moving in closer
you press against thigh
I look up and wonder
how can I withstand
when all that I feel
is your traveling hand
you breathe in my hair
and whisper desire
knowing full well
you've ignited my fire
your lips ask the question
through passionate kiss
will I acquiesse
and give in to bliss?
with each soft caress
I swoon and I sway
my body your own
as you have your way
And as you lie dreaming
I lie still, awake
I look at your face
My heart throbbing with ache
You are so celestial
You are so divine
the love that we made
defies reason and time
A wonder of wonders
you are a delight
I lie there and long
for you through the night
You wake with the morning
and reach out for me
My heart starts to flutter
Our love's meant to be
Oh, wonder of wonders
my heart and my soul
It's here in your arms
that I am made whole.
Eileen Manassian
FLESH!
Distain for the comfort of others.
Blasphemy riddled lips.
Persecuted by the blood of another.
Convicted, wounded and ripped.
An errant thief that haunts this feeble mind.
Surrounding the haunting memories of distant past.
“Who art though,” I ask? Are you here to judge me?
The light of comfort wilts and never lasts.
Huddled amongst the inner illness.
Envision your way through a shattered mental maze of darkness and dismay.
A path obscured by the pitfalls and endless traps.
Only to invoke a demon that lurks in the shadows feeding on my emotions until I collapse.
Ask the question of, who am I?
Reach out and touch the empty seed.
Besieged by the darkness enclaved in its grasp.
Its chokes the essence of my soul as I beg and plead.
In terror I ask forgiveness and make amends.
Deep in my heart I reach out to the light. I beseech thee.
Wipe away the tears of pain and discontent.
Please hear my cry, my request, and my plea.
Does God really exist?
The demon replies, "Your soul is the flesh which I desire."
Flesh!
Dripping blood wet flesh.
It is my motivation.
It is my hunger.
To taste its savory raw tissue is almost as enjoyable as the kill of the
Prey from which I plucked the ripe morsel
Flesh!
Is not a man without love a speck of dust frivolously falling in a dream?
As he blindly stares as malefic mirrors rust with no reflection to redeem
His heart does yearn and may combust where love has lost its gleam
The speck is swept in a gust thus forever falling into the infinite stream
Whispers fall from sardonic sky as tears accumulate in the sclerosed sea
Within the darkness we hear a cry as the sensorial sorrows beg to plea
For in loves shadow a black hole does lie filled with dramaturgic debris
We ask the question why love distraughtly departs from you and me.
Jan.24.2018
CONTEST NO 390 ANY FORM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Mother called her children 'round
and said I really hate to bother
but I have some rather sorry news,
I think I've lost your father.
He was in the garage a month ago
and the attic sometime before.
He could be in the basement now
but I really can't be sure.
It seems I've lost all track of him
and I haven't got a clue,
I need you kids to search him out,
won't you help me see this through.
Now I'm the eldest of her brood
and I felt some obligation,
so it seemed only right of me
to head up the investigation.
We were somewhat mystified
because dear old dad was dead,
so I had to ask the question
that was on everybody’s head.
Now dad had been cremated
after we held the wake,
some of him was buried
and the rest went to the lake.
So I looked at mom and softly said,
Are you sure you're not mistaken?
Because to the lake and to the grave
is where his remains were taken.
She said that wasn't completely true
and it turned quiet as a mouse.
She'd kept back an extra bit
so he could be around the house.
She never really liked the lake
and graveyards were unappealing
so she could visit him at home
if she ever got the feeling.
With all that said we got to work,
we searched both high and low.
The urn we sought was never found
but that's just the way it goes.
Day by day the years went by
and it was mother's time for dying.
She asked us to keep looking
and to never give up trying.
It wasn't too long after that
as I was clearing out some books
that I found the ashes she had sought
in a place where no one looked.
We took them both to their garden,
mixed with roses, most appealing.
Now she gets to visit him
whenever she gets the feeling.
Demons are everywhere
seen and unseen
They use you and abuse you
yet they follow
They pull you to the right
they pull you to the left
they spin you around
yet they follow
They manipulate you
confuse you and torment you
yet they follow
You ask the question, WHY Lord?
and he answers
follow or be followed
You see my child
when you follow the light and follow me
demons flee
because demons only follow
the darkness within
So follow or be followed
Author Dana Redricks
November 23, 2024
Do you really know me? Let me ask the question. Do you know the tears I've shed and the love that I've wished I've had and words swirling inside my head.
Do you know how empty I feel inside, and I want to close myself off and hide. Do know the struggles I've had and how I fight to hold on when everything seems to go wrong.
Do you know the feeling of rejection and depression seems to consume my soul. The only thing that keeps me going is the love of God Yahweh, who always seems to light the way even on those cloudy days when shadows seem to hover up above.
Do you know the pain I feel that a pill could never heal? Everyone seems to have the solution, but they can never come up with a resolution.
Do they know I'm broken inside and need someone to love, and to walk by my side. What's wrong with me, I often ask myself wishing that someone would stand up on my behalf.
Do they know the fears I hide while wearing a frown upside down? Does anyone really completely know anyone there's so much we seem to hide.
I woke up to what's left of late last night
And poured it down the drain
All my demons sit laughing to themselves
As I swear it off again
My heart's still steady beating, as if I ran a race
My lips miss the feeling, of the whiskeys warm embrace
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why do I find myself singing
All the songs of praise
When I'm drunk with such emotion
I know I should be ashamed
I ask the Lord please let me
Make it through this night
Before I get to ask the question
We both know I'll lose the fight
So why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
I know the answer lies within me
But how do I take the first step
When I'm sober I tend to find that I
Have no self respect
So I try to drink the pain away
A little at a time
But it's a double edge slide
Right back into the fire
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why'm I entertaining demons
The same ones that I did, all last week
When will the day ever come
That I'll get back up on my feet
Maybe I've not hit rock bottom
But it just so hard to tell
I'd rather be a man than this hollowed out old shell
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Here I am at the kitchen sink again
Pouring out last night's regrets....
I stood upon the Great Chinese Wall
and drank a pint of alcohol.
'Twas then I had a thought,
and heaved a heavy sigh.
A bird is happy in the sky
when he spreads his wings to fly.
He is so, is he not?
I saw a bird who could not be caught,
a little avian astronaut.
'Twas then I heard him call.
The inspector said, "how did he die?
It's simple. This wall is high,
but I would ask the question why
he took this foolish fall."