Best At Once Poems
All at once…
I realized that it was peace
Who left me breathless,
Hope who left me without a question,
Faith who knew my deepest need,
And love who silenced my every fear
All at once…
I knew, down deep inside me,
That there is something more important
Than my own tears – my own needs…
There is someone who prays, prays
And, in my gift of time – my gift of light…
I answer those prayers, those prayers
Who abide on the heart’s beating,
Abide in the questions, the believing
I answer those prayers
With the gifts I bring, giving
My hopes, my dreams, my friendship
Gifts of grace, listening, faith
Interest in the smallness of a star
Attention to the kindness of a heart
All at once…
I knew that real faith gives away
More than it takes
All at once…
I simply knew that God’s love
is generous and plentiful
it is lavish and lives in those…
who listen to the heart who believes
it is far better to give than receive
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
December 8, 2022
At Once Into Blind Empty Space, At Once Into Her Arms
How can it be
Something so unwittingly described
Can break me
Remake me
Turn me to the sorriest of fates
And still fill my heart
With this happiness of late
How can she wound me so
Yet heal all the injuries I have ever known
With her existence
But alas, not her presence
Which sifts its way so tenuous
So tender through my thoughts
The merest pin prick and point of a feathers touch
Settles such a succinct telegraph of love
Nestled sleeping it was
Always in my heart
She wakes me but shakes me to wishing dreams
To disregard the alarms of early birds
And curl forever in the warmth of sleep
Where I lay always next to her
How do I survive without her
When everything I am
When everything I am is wrapped and entwined to her
Though I live and breathe
The indrawn falls upon my empty
And every expression, which defines me
Troubled and at peace inside me
Soars on every possibility of her
How can I fly so high
But still be dashed and dragged to these rocks
How do I fall so shattered
And yet still be constantly reborn
Struggling through a morass of unrequited kisses
Yet gliding free on the ripples she sends
With those same unfelt and untested lips
Parted so, yet her spirit prevails
I feel the wish of her lashes softly closing her eyes
The sliding soft comfort of her embrace
As she takes and holds my empty hand
And all the caution in the world
All the alarm of early morning birds
Cannot halt my rushing head long
At once into blind empty space, at once into her arms
How did I have a heart
Without you
What life was there
Where soul
My love
Who was I
Without you
And though I live and breathe
I expel each breath on the empty
But every expression which defines me
Is bursting with firework delivery
Colours in the night so laughing
With the unknown embrace of how you love me
And how I so desperately love you in return
( My friends
The soft and compliant daggers of love
I know you know so well
Sharp cuttings of tears
And the ever expectant solace of their smiles )
You Only Live Once is apparently my generations motto,
Its why she feels so hollow.
God damn girl, i used to be your man girl!
now i can pick up a magazine anywhere around the world, and see a full spread picture of the girl that used to be my world.
You only live once don't you get it!
So do all of these drugs! yeah! I know you won't regret it!
Now my friend is dead, and i bet you wish you hadn't said it.
You only live once and then your dead!
Of course you should let that random girl give you head!
Now my friend has herpes and he wishes he was dead,
because his girlfriend let him when he ****ed that girl instead.
You only live once Ben come on don't you remember?
Isn't that what you told Dillon that November?
Isn't that what you told Brittney to convince her to take those pictures?
Is that what you told Ryan when he told you that his dick hurt?
You only live once, so don't try and live all at once.
why can't my friends
just mean what they say?
Say what they mean
on any given day?
On any given day
I have so much
going on in my mind
for me to make sense of
for me to make sense of
whats in all my friends minds too
is just an impossible task
for me to be expected to do
for me to be expected to do
is read all your minds
but its driving me crazy
and even a little hazy at times
So this is my word
that from now til the end
this fortune telling goddess
will do for all her friends
I'll always say what I mean
on any given day
In hopes that you too
can mean what you say?
Too young to remember , remembering is all I can do , stories told , may different , not never knowing the truth , a scar for life , not knowing the story behind it all , feeling like a leap and a frog , alone always and forever , standing strong on my own tow feet with no support , about this time I still have tears in my eyes, hurting and weeping from all the pain thats inside, feeling abandoned at a young age, my heart filled with hurt and emotion , like a boat on a ocean , screams and fights , something that I didn't like , it never excites me , it just makes me wanna go far way , running way all the time was getting old and leaving me out in the cold with no place to go , house to house , different rules , different place , different race and different pace. Ive been through hell and back again. 7:00 , lying on the floor , stomach growling , tears falling , left alone , hurting inside , just about to cry , flooding my face , with a salty taste , forgetting my race , forgetting my struggles , going blank with no trace , comes to comfort me , I pull away , with a lot of force , not wanting to be loved by someone who hurts me the most , running away thinking its a better place more hurt occurs , not giving no one a chance , to dance in my present , but finally I give in to something special to me , he who sees the best in me , he who takes me for myself , he who loves me more than ill ever know, he that stunts but deep down he's feelings truly shows , he that I love with all my heart , he that I don't want to leave , he is something like my everything , he is so much like me , he you wouldn't understand , he is my man , I could keep going on and on forever but Ill just end it here this time....
If I was an octopus I could slap eight people at once
Whatta creative mind I have, just realized it last month
Might partly be my diet
More people should try it
Might lose friends but think of how peaceful you'd become
JUGULARING SIX BALLS AT ONCE
Unlike myself can someone please use their brain
And tell me if a person can KNOW when they’re going insane
Is it when someone always walks into the same damned wall?
Or when a person can’t tell the summer from the fall?
I can’t be certain but I may be very close
And if anyone has thorazine please send me a dose
Because I can’t be sure but I think I’m nearing that point
And oxi-codone, xanax, doesn’t help nor does a joint
It seems to me if I were going insane I wouldn’t know it
I’d just decide if I should slit my jugular vein or throw a fit
I mean yesterday I knew south from north
Now all I do is walk back and forth
My brain has become an artifact of yesterday
And it’s becoming more difficult to hold insanity at bay
It’s as if my intelligence and memory have both been slain
So if anyone knows please tell me when one knows they’re going insane
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
“LET’S FACE THE MUSIC AND DANCE!”
the mighty bees came out of the walls with weird attitude
they entered the infant which ended up well-baked.
all the bubblegum streets suddenly turned ice-cold
but meanwhile everyone sleeps and blood’s being sucked.
it’s been proven that the father is younger than the son
and that he threw him out of home before he was born.
the magnitude of the giant mantis invasion was outstanding
the torches, the flags and pink gas masks were no joke.
a never ending nightmare runs through the kitchen
through every chimney and sandbox in the neighbourhood.
the water clock on the east wall kept spinning around
we extinguished it with our sad moaning flame thrower.
every kind of vice needs a different kind of spice
as we heard it from a one-armed man with seven heads.
showing some manners in front of the oncoming train
there’s no mercy nor dignity in drooling western faces.
the future year has already ended before it could start
and there’s absolutely everything we could do about it.
there were families and clans that were safely averted
by sisters killing the mothers that killed their daughters.
and we’re still standing in every bathroom in every house
on top of each mountain and at the border of every world.
it seems like it goes on and on and on and on and on
and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
ad non nad on no dan do ann na nod da onn .....
instant is such a pointed word
the sharp of now and no return
by nano by pico the bold and meek go
forward sweeping seconds at a time
we're now right up to the edge
of no return to back before
no rewind to mind and no back door
the past is history, nothing more
sauntering jaunty or running ragged
we crease the fold of here and now
singing seniors from babies babbled
we all can be at this time somehow
and turn around to what once was now
to see ourselves, riding time's prow
© Goode Guy 2013-07-11
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Occurring being direful the winter
while the middle-minutes night
By anew wake up —of dawn.
the snows alike ... rain falling from the space
and the Cathedral is hollow-ringer
sudden off gave fifth pealing of bells
And done announce is hours, by dawn turn.
through my window pane glass
— over the vision of wake darkness
the winter I’d listened
By sound giving in torment whimpers —
and the illusion, the dreams
the childhood and romance bit ...
— school instantly at winter!
as passions evenly –a region
occupying was sort, my mind —
and memories apart
so critical-up chipped for precious...
The beauty, the greatness there!
Of moments is —in life.
and by the end, I wrote
the winter I’d listened
in responded over ill temper
a bit much hard fury whimpering sound,
Landing attacks, up hale are torments.
They say you can’t be in two places at the same time.
Like so many errors, that knowledge is based on fact and not experience.
I know this is true because I have been in many places at once.
The other day, for instance, I was lying on top of the stone wall of a small bridge that spanned a creek. It was along the Old Harrisburg Pike just outside Lancaster, Pa. As the warmth of the sun bathed my body I could feel sunbeams resting on my legs from the bottom of my cut off jeans to the top of my black high-top sneakers. My spindly thirteen-year-old arms poked through what used to be a white t-shirt, now gray and tatty after being worn all summer; washed only from the creeks and rivers I visited. As I lay on the bridge, I knew I was also someplace else, running room to room in my grandmother’s big house knowing I could stop anywhere for a hug or to ride a knee, or feel a huge hand tousle my hair and call me ‘beautiful boy’.
As certain as I was that I was there on that bridge that day savoring the sunlight, I was also there savoring the love in that big house.
Now, I am here with you as you read this. The truth is, I am in all places where the human heart knows love as I have known it.
I can be in much more than two places at one time.
I can be in all places where there is warmth and love.
The tears I cry through recollections are not tears of loss, they are tears of recognition. I recognize now that I am present in all places of love. It is my home. These places are in me forever, they are in us all. we have but to look for them. So, those who say you cannot be in two places at once are wrong.
You can be in two places at the same time. You can be in all places at the same time. One day you will be. They are also wrong about something else. They say: “you can never go home again”, but, you can go home again.
Each day we are traveling a road that leads us home together.
it is the most beautiful journey we will ever take.
Occurring being fearful the winter
while the mid-night minutes
by anew wake of dawn —
the snow-alike rain been falling
and the Cathedral is hollow-ringer
sudden gave off fifth pealing of belling
and hour done announce by dawn turn,
over the semi vision bout darkness
and through my window glass
the winter I listening
giving a sound in torment whimper —
and the illusion, the dreamy
and memories apart
occupying sort, my mind
the childhood and romance left moment
the school ever by a placenta winter
ever as passions area
the fountain and inspiration
a meant-up dynamic thy precious
the beauty–the greatly there
moments in life
and by the end, I wrote
the winter I’d listened
in respond and convert ill temper
over hard fury whimpering sound
in landing in torment . . .
I don't leave all at once, but slip away like ink running off old pages,
Like a song you swore you'd never forget, until you do.
It starts small—your name becomes foreign on my lips,
Your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from a strange helplessness.
You don't ask why, maybe you don't notice, or maybe you just let me go,
And that hurts the most—not that I faded, but that you watched.
You let me dissolve into silence, to become a shadow of a thought,
To lose the weight of my name, to become an echo lost in the wind.
Tell me—did you ever truly see me, or did I disappear from the start?
A silent dance of shadows among memories, each step a whisper of goodbye,
In this labyrinth of silences and echoes, I wonder if I was ever more,
Than a blurred dream in a universe where words scatter like leaves.
We remain prisoners of our own illusion, searching for meaning in the void between us,
A void that deepens with each day that passes without us touching,
And in this silence, questions dance like stars in an endless sky,
I wonder in the quiet of the night if I was ever more than a faded dream.
A cosmic stage
The evening sky
Time and space
In wondrous display..
Yet..the view may
Seem as
Emptiness appearing
All-at-once..
Tales and teachings
May seem to
Sequence and separate
Yet these too seem
All-at once..as
Vastness explodes...