Best Asking(A) Poems
Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin
Dancing in puddles now filled up with laughter
Running through traffic as cars speed away
Searching for words in the headlines of morning
Writing of moons and the stars on display
Collecting my thoughts when I think I will never
Painting a smile on a rusted front door
Lifting a rock just to see what is under
Shopping for clothes in a grocery store
Looking through openings cut in the carpet
Reaching atop lonely sycamore trees
Juggling penguins, now where did that come from
Asking a bird what it knows about bees
Planting a bush in the depths of the ocean
Baking a cake in a rooftop design
Sweating the small when the big stuff does happen
Thinking of beer when I’d rather have wine
Wearing a frown in the moments I’m happy
Pushing a cart with a wobbly wheel
Lurking in shadows that form on the sunset
Dreaming of things that are hopefully real
Finding that all I have written is nonsense
All of the verses above will now show
When all I wanted to say was I love you
Like in these stanzas I’ve written below
Penning a poem to say what I’m feeling
Wishing the phrases will reach to your heart
Sending you hints of my steadfast devotion
Scribbling fonts that we never shall part
All that I am is now all that you make me
There is no one that this man could love more
You are the girl that I’ve wanted forever
Eternally you’ll be the one I adore
So there you have it, quite crazy but true
Poetic ramblings from deep in my mind
Where it is light with some dark in the corners
There is no telling the things you might find
11/03/19
The reason I think this poem is Trophy Worthy is it is one of my favorite poems, because it is me. A good amount of fun and nonsense and a lot of beautiful love which is what fuels my pen. I believe my cadence and rhymes are very good and it was a fun poem to write. I think those who read it really enjoyed it because it made them smile and that is usually my goal when writing poetry.
There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!
Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers!
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!
And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!
In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!
In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!
By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight,
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!
There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”
On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!
Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!
Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”
Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter
3/17/18
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg.
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Stirring souls, poetry just knows,
Love, fire, boldest winds of desire,
Rains blessing, song without a choir.
Words pouring out soft, gentle prose,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Glistening dreams, love to extremes,
Beckoning from silence that screams.
Dance of dances, fluid verses,
Poetry that grace coerces,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Poems who don’t just tell but shows.
Rhymes and rhythms, tenderly abide,
Singing of light, sometimes wild-eyed,
Hearts might remain in the shadows,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
If only one day you can feel what you put me through
Wishing one day you can walk in my two shoes
You will feel a pain like you never knew
Feeling cut by a million knives, not only a few
You will cry so many tears, you never knew you had
You will go through that day, constantly feeling sad
You will wish that you’ll stop feeling this way
Praying that this feeling only last for one day
You will feel a pain you can’t describe
You will look for places where you can go hide
You will send me a message and I won’t reply
You will keep on asking a million whys’
You will see me choosing other people over you
You will not understand what you are going through
You will see me disrespecting you, causing you so much pain
And your sunny days will be filled with rain
You will long for me and will feel no connection
You will look in the mirror staring at a broken reflection
You will feel all the hurt and it won’t bother me
You will wish what you go through I can only see
You will drive to me and I will treat you bad
And your sad moments will get more sad
You will think of me, wishing you can make it right
I wouldn’t want to talk things out and prefer to fight
You will feel how it cuts you to the core
Having that feeling that you are no longer adored
You will fight so hard for us, but will be fighting alone
While I’m in my “whatever” zone
You will see how I am being selfish
Wanting me to change becoming your biggest wish
You will care so much and see how I don’t care
You will feel that this really isn’t fair
You will wish for that one day to end
And will feel like nothing your heart can mend
I don’t know what I’m complaining about,
it’s not like I’ve been cuffed,
All I have to do is show up for dinner.
After all it’s the bird that got stuffed.
It’s not like they’re asking a lot from me
they won’t work me till I’ve croaked,
All I have to do is show up and eat.
After all it’s the bird that got smoked.
I can’t tell you that they’ll torture me
and it seems to be reasonably priced,
All I have to do is visit for a while.
After all it’s the bird that got sliced.
I could tell them things to make them laugh
until their gravy becomes splattered,
All I’d have to do is tell a joke to them.
After all it’s the bird that got plattered.
I think that it smells good enough that I’ll eat
until they claim my leg’s been hollowed,
All I have to do is not complain about things.
After all it’s the bird that got swallowed.
I’ve never given it much thought before
but a bird’s life is really kind of murky
I guess I’d rather be the Thanksgiving guest today
than be the Thanksgiving Turkey.
Estranged men caught in their remote dimensionLoving only that, which they can see and touchDigging foxholes to hide their fear of infinityThe concept has always been thereEternity within the hearts of men,yet they can neither see it or feel it naturally,so they clutter their minds, with tangible temporary comfortsOccupying dull imaginations, with darker thoughts of probabilityThe definition of insanity, yet men continue to live and dieChoking on the fruits of their own knowledge,either dissecting humanity with Occam’s razoror pouring double binds upon their own headsbecause seeing is believing, yet belief is the state of mindin which a person thinks something to be the case,with or without there being empirical evidence,so not asking a question, because to them it does not exist,yet with their limited imaginations they have lofty ideas,as energy can neither be created nor destroyedSpending all there of energy on temporal thingsnot considering a simple truth,where will your essence spend eternity
a poet cries real tears
I am speaking to you
from inside my head
I shake it and out tumbles
words in scrabble pieces
shiny lacquered squares
to build a thought
that will express the what
and where, of my yards of thinking.
Some times it claws and rends
a thundering lion of ideas; anger, hurt
wanting to shred the very existence
of those who lie and cheat
expose their greed and noxious deeds
in a way that all could see
and understand that we are not sheep
who sleep upon a heap of disaster.
Again I shake and springs forth
hope and tears that carry away the anger
clear my vision to see a homeless man
helping some one in greater need
a child looking in awe at Santa Claus
asking, a gift for another
soup kitchen volunteers lining up
to feed the world. all the many
hidden kindnesses that travel
upward across the sky
leaving tiny trails of light and hope.
we do not need more words
we need more people speaking out
more gentle love and understanding
breathe the air take in the hope
do not let those who are dark
with their burden of cynicism
belittle the silver threads of humanity
for no matter how worn the phrase
how ill-used it may be
goodness still exists and will live forever.
GOODNESS WILL TRIUMPH!!!
Noticing his neighbor’s young child
has laid a ladder against a tree,
determined to rescue a pet kitty stuck up there,
a middle-aged man crosses the street
and offers to help.
He STEPS UP the ladder
and retrieves the cat for his neighbor’s son.
A young woman
stands behind a harried mother
who struggles with a wailing baby
as she tries to take items from her shopping cart.
Without thinking twice, the young woman offers to help as
she STEPS FORWARD
to place the lady’s items on the grocery conveyer belt.
A teenage girl, eager to see a certain popular movie,
is standing in line waiting to buy her ticket.
She hears the couple behind her
speaking excitedly about this movie.
Learning there are only two seats left for that showing,
she STEPS BACK
and lets the couple buy the last two remaining tickets for themselves.
At a nursing home to see his mother,
a busy office worker is informed by his mother
of a lonely widower who never gets visitors
and who is feeling abandoned by his children.
Asking a nurse for the man's room number,
he STEPS IN
for a visit with the elderly widower.
A young boy who delivers newspapers
has noticed one of the older women on his route
is now using crutches.
Instead of tossing a rolled up paper to her lawn
as he usually does,
he STEPS OFF his bike
and delivers the paper to the woman personally at her door.
It matters not whether you are old or young
or whether the person you might see in need
is a stranger or a friend,
Don’t let opportunities for random acts of kindness
pass you by.
Whether it’s UP, FORWARD, BACK, IN or OFF,
just take a little action; take STEPS!
March 7, 2018 for Kai Michael Neumann's Random Acts of Kindness Contest
From the moment we met you took care of me
You made sure I had all I might need
You bought me drinks and you bought me flowers
You were trying so hard to succeed
First you won my heart, and then you won my body
I presented them gladly to you
You told me you loved me, that I was your world
So of course I thought I'd won you too
But then you moved in and the changing began
All though it was subtle at first
Yet still, we were married and now after eight years
I think this is you at your worst
Some women are guilty of trying to change
Their men into something they're not
But I would be happy if you'd just change back
I dont think that's asking a lot
You no longer defend me or make me feel special
I'm most likely expendable too
And I guess my thought process
doesn't work like yours does
I'd have taken that bullet for you.
I tried to read a favorite poem of mine for you.
Your eyes glazed over.
You could have been a lizard on a rock
sunning yourself, entirely unaware
that I felt as though I were there in front of you
reciting my words of such beauty
that an angel could have been
singing them while playing on a harp.
You may have even fallen quite to sleep.
Not once did you look up or glance at me.
You told me later, in fact, you had no use for poetry.
Another time I tried to read a poem to you.
It was a poem meticulously crafted just for you.
I could tell you liked it, for you were its centerpiece.
You pricked up your ears a little bit.
You thanked me, but no sweet words
of great appreciate did you return.
I am a stranger in your world of pure practicality.
Your love for me is steadfast and real; however,
asking if you’d love me if I were not a poet
is like asking a mother if she’d love her baby
if it were not merely there cooing in her lap.
Thinking of you
Frozen in layers of lemon drop frosting
Running for love on the snow covered lawn
Embracing all that this morning does offer
Entering each as if only a song
~
Dancing to dreams on the edge of tomorrow
Asking a question I hope will be true
Pausing a moment to glance your direction
Writing this poem while thinking of you
Good morning Soupers
The only thing worse than getting lost in the dark,
is getting lost in the light you’ve mistaken for your own reflection.
A window says “see through.”
A mirror says “see you.”
And this life…
It’ll getcha if you start reflecting.
The serpent?
He works in a mirror factory.
A place where every thought bounces off another,
until the original feeling can’t find its way home.
If you aren’t careful,
you’ll spend a lifetime trapped in reflection—
not memory,
not meaning,
Echo.
Thoughts chasing themselves.
Images copying images.
Like shining a laser
in a mirror house.
You’ll call it thinking.
But it’s really just refracting.
Endless distortion,
in a mind that forgot how to look out.
The eyes, they are not mirrors.
You were made for vision,
not feedback.
For clarity,
not kaleidoscopes.
Look through.
Because asking a mirror for help is like handing your wounds to a photograph, and expecting it to bleed with you.
It’s like whispering secrets to a shadow.
She looks at you
With those deep brown eyes
Asking a silent question
Wanting no lies
Am I here to stay
Is this my home
No more to wonder
No more to roam
Her tummy is poorly
Didn't make the door
Her face is a picture
She had messed on the floor
Its ok girl
I try to re-assure
But she is frightened
Wont come through the door
Who would have beat her
Its not her fault
She is such a clean girl
Without any doubt.
So i made a fuss
Coaxed her back in
Told her dont worry
It isnt a sin
The door was locked
You couldnt get to the grass
So smile with those brown eyes
Your home at last.
WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED OF AMERICA PUT HIS TRUST IN COMMUNIST CHINA,AND COMMUNIST RUSSIA TO DO AN INVESTIGATION ON AN "AMERICAN"???? IS THAT A "CRIMINAL" WHO IS FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC"?WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT "TRUST" IN "RUSSIA OR CHINA" TO DO AN INVESTIGATION AT ALL?WHY "TRUST"THE ENEMY" WHO IS COMMUNIST" TO HELP "DEMOCRACY"? DEMOCRACY IS THE CONTRARY OF COMMUNISM: WE CAN REALIZE WHAT IS CONTRADICTORY: LOVE IS CONTRADICTORY TO "HATE",BUT SOME CHOOSE "HATE" ,AND THAT IS OK: THEY CHOOSE HELL,AND THAT IS WHERE THEY WILL GO TODAY!!! ALL GLORY TO GOD! PRAISE THE LORD! IN JESUS NAME WE PRAY : AMEN. THE REALIZATION IS THAT WHY SHOULD OUR PRESIDENT PUT HIS TRUST IN COMMUNIST CHINA OR RUSSIA TO INVESTIGATE A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY? COMMUNISM AND DEMOCRACY IS AN EXPERIMENT,BUT MOST PEOPLE CHOOSE DEMOCRACY ,AND THE PRESIDENT CHOOSE ALL OF THE ABOVE,AND AS A PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED OF AMERICA "WE CHOOSE DEMOCRACY,AND NOT COMMUNISM AND NOT ALL OF THE ABOVE!!! OUR PRESIDENT CHOOSE ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!!COMMUNISM DOES NOT ENCOMPASS DEMOCRACY,AND THE ONLY RESULT IS THAT WHOM EVER USES COMMUNISM,AND DEMOCRACY IS TO DEMINISH BOTH OF THEM WHILE REALIZING THAT "DEMOCRACY" PERPETUATES MORE LOVE 'THAN COMMUNISM!!!!WHY FILL YOURSELF WITH A IDEOLOGY THAT DOES NOT PERPETUATE LOVE,OR MORE LOVE? ASKING A COMMUNIST TO HELP A DEMOCRACY AND INCLUDING COMMUNIST COUNTRIES LIKE CHINA,AND RUSSIA IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED IN THE U.S.A,AND IT HURTS "THE SECURITY OF THE WORLD AND THE U.S.A!!!!!WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT PUT HIS "TRUST"IN A "FOREIGN COMMUNIST COUNTRY",AND ASK A FOREIGN COUNTRY TO INVESTIGATE A DEMOCRAT !! COMMUNISM HATES DEMOCRACY,AND THAT IS THE BOTTOM LINE!!!!WE HAVE ENEMIES BOTH FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC,AND IF COMMUNISM TAKES OVER ,COMMUNISM WILL WIPE THE REPUBLICANS FIRST BECAUSE THEY GAVE OF LOVE,AND BY DOING THAT THEY ARE THE WORST,AND THE "DEVIL" PUNISHES : BY GOD'S AUTHORIZATION TO PUNISH THOSE WHO GAVE LOVE AWAY,AND DESTROYED DEMOCRACY ON THAT TERRIBLE DAY FOR THE U.S.A!!!!
Is it beauty that stimulates our imagination and excites our heart,the colors, the
designs, the shapes,we marvel in awe at them like a baby with it's new toy
What is beauty? asked an old blind man.
Is it as beautiful as the sound of the birds and the bees or the breeze blowing
through trees.
The rain is beautiful the way it blows with the wind congratulating my body as it
touches my skin.
Beautiful is the invigorating odors and the fragrance of the flowers i smell when i
go for morning walks to pick up shells,the greeting of the morning sun always
reminds me that the day has begun.
Its very beautiful to me when i groom my horses in the barn my heart sings when
i stroke them with my hand, smooth as silk their body's fell, sounds they make
once given a meal.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder i was always told,i have never seen anything
even in my days of old.
Is beauty something that u can only see?i am asking a question will u please tell
me.
A blind person beauty is not felt by vision-i give you a few examples in some of
my expression's.
Beauty isn't always above the skin it also lies deep within.