Best At This Stage Poems
Andy was a pretty young girl,
Flirty, fun, always busy, in a whirl,
She was popular at school,
Was intelligent, nobody’s fool
She never was short of a date,
But this would become her fate!
There was at college with Andy,
A nerdy guy called Randy,
Always unpopular heartily disliked,
He spent time alone, always hiked,
And occasionally, biked.
He asked Andy to join him one day,
She felt sorry for Randy, decided to say
Yes, so off they went on a trip
On his bike,
She had no idea Randy was
A complete psyche,
Rode far away from people in sight,
He bludgeoned Andy to death
With might
Used his bicycle pump, threw her down,
Off a mountain, into a shallow
Lake to drown!
Rode back to college, and was in tears,
His face had scratches, her friends
Worst fears,
Were foremost in their mind,
Randy was a freak, one of a kind!
She fell of the ledge Randy lied,
As he continued his story, and cried.
A helicopter flew to the scene,
The police were at this stage keen
To discover the absolute truth,
About this nerdy looking,
Pimply, youth.
Police feared that Andy was dead
The Chief of police at a
Press conference said,
Randy killed Andy, her hair stuck to his
Bicycle pump,
Pushed her and she had landed
Below in a slump.
Randy was found guilty, sentenced to die
By lethal injection,
Which didn’t bring back beautiful Andy,
With her fair complexion!
I wish that people would see each other as
they see themselves.
Because we all are connected you and I, we
are all part of the human race.
We must put on the eyes of a child; they don’t
see color nor how much money a person has in
their bank accounts.
I’m talking about when children were young
and innocent.
And not influenced by who they should engage
with.
Before they were made aware of color and
fractions.
At this stage, all they saw was a human being;
they weren’t aware of the pigmentation of the
skin.
Only then can the world walk in fairness with
their fellow man.
06/9/2022
Inspired by the “ If Only My Dream Would Come
True” contest.
What fascinates me is
seeing a child ride a bike
after many falls.
It shows if you keep at
something,
you will eventually get it.
Or seeing a baby bird soaring
high in the sky.
Because they understood they
were born to fly.
The thing that really moves
me is seeing a toddler take
their first steps.
It takes courage to believe
you can walk if you never have.
Lastly, it moves me to the core
when I see young children
playing,
before they're told(taught)
they were different.
At this stage of their young
lives embody what being
colorblind truly means.
* I didn't write this for the contest; however, the prompt inspired me.
05-16-2022
I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer
II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol - choice - may tag along ...
No hell, rapture, predestination
The big one: anti-Trinitarian
"Theocratic War Strategy," allows JWs to lie
To me and you, on works by Aaron Block, I rely!
III
But why do they choke & bother
That Christ, SENT, is only Savior & Brother
Who did die for humanity's sins
"YHWH only should be worshipped, even in hymns"
And Jesus dare not come again
Once is enough? No clouds, No rapture!
What do JWs gain? They "think" only how they're trained
NOTE: 1.Charles Taze Russell, in the 1870s, developed the Jehovah's Witnesses based on his Bible Classes given in Pittsburg, PA., USA. He was joined in 1876 by Barbour, but JWs used the King James Bible until Nathan Knorr et. al., (JWs) "translated" their New World Translation Bible.
2. Spoken Word churches, inspired by William Brennan, may also be a subject.
at this stage of the game- the only thing you're boosting is big pharma banks
Sinking into a True Despair
It’s like trying to shoot a monstrous ghost that you can’t ever see,
and, at the same time, this applies when one wants to kill a rumor,
and where everything is just like water running off a duck’s back,
and when you can’t see the source of it as it disappears over time.
Yet, if this leak becomes a true object of issue and a real concern,
then all the damage is irreparable and beyond any hope of saving.
It’s at this stage that we choose to cut our losses and to move on.
And, why not? Despair is always a part of the human experience.
Yet, where there is “despair” there can also be “hope,” if each of
us have the courage to summon it and to never take counsel of
our own fears. Hope can spring eternal, if the human will is stout
and courageous. Let us hope so and make it so!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 5, 2021 (Verse)
Train whistles still call me
in the dead of night
recalling wanderlust
days of youth, tugging
something
inside me tight
Vacant curiosity of what
might have been
another place
another lifetime
remembering when
I was free, with
nothing to lose but
The Sadness
I carried overseas
(and back again)
like a bulky bag of
dirty laundry grown large
Older now, I thought I'd
done my washing
dried, pressed, folded
put away... And yet-
suddenly I feel that
familiar weight
on my back
gunnysack of Sadness
fraught with longing
daring me to break away
for destinations unknown
leave today- this
temporary madness
of suburban ways
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Even though I'm pretty "settled" at this stage of life, train whistles always stir that restless part of me that refuses to accept that I'm too old to jump up & take off for 'regions unbounded' like I once did...
An Empty Page- Free Verse
Empty thoughts loiter in his mind
As new words he tries to find
But shackled by an absent muse
No words come forth for him to choose
His wizened face now wears a frown
And the cartridge of his ink has dried
He searches the silence for a clue
But it fails to elicit a response
His mordacious muse now prefers
To leave him without a horde of words
To trifle with him at this stage
And leave him with an empty page
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An Empty Page- Triolet
An empty page, a poet's woe
In panic mode as muse departs
The moon and stars have lost their glow
An empty page, a poet's woe
Thoughts come and go, no words to show
Just a line and a verse jumpstarts
An empty page, a poet's woe
In panic mode as muse departs
Not For Contest
..
The way to a man's heart is through his belly
That's how the old saying goes
But to a woman's heart it's love sweet love
She feels it down to her toes
We've all been programmed to live this way
It's not a knock against men
If love didn't continue as in olden times past
The world would most likely end
We all must follow the established patterns
In place since man first appeared
To try to invent some new rules at this stage
Is fraught with headaches and tears
So love away as you've always been doing
Be happy that you're able to feel
This unbridled joy that's known only to man
Enjoy life and love with much zeal
© Jack Ellison 2014
“You are not earth, water, fire or air
Nor are you empty space
Liberation is to know yourself
as Awareness alone
the Witness of these”
As the kundalini ascends
From root to sacral to plexus to heart
Either straight up or through bends
Even as breath flows in and does depart
There are stirrings within from a source enigmatic
We see no difference between form & formlessness
And whilst within form we are enlivened & ecstatic
We feel within our heart the Absolute awareness
We know too at this stage of energy centres above
Which may endow us with enhanced enableability
Yet having awakened at the heart we know only love
Our awareness as love is our being in certainty
Knowing love alone our awareness thus free flowing
Observing & witnessing happenings upon earth
We are as we are in sync with love so blossoming
With blissful joy and an equal eye in bubbling mirth
Epilogue:
What’s love got to do with witnessing & liberation one may ask
Well says the witness when we truly know ourself and so align
The knowing is in the warmth of divine love within which we bask
Both receiving & transmitting exalted pulsations of the Divine
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 22-October-2021
Here we are
We no longer spar
With matters of loss or gain
Equal, as of now, be it sun or rain
True it is, kundalini has risen
Yet did we truly wisen
Sushumna ignited
Heart delighted
Seat of our soul
That makes us whole
Beckons us from the heart
Where bliss ignition renewal starts
We sail through earthy illusions
Tranquil , free from confusion
Revelations intermittent
Yet heart is content
Both light and sound
Within and around resound
Reverberating like soundless thunder
As we imbibe bliss elixir in rapturous wonder
Teleported in a continuum of bliss delight
Renewing within through day and night
What to say, touched by God’s hand
Open secret we alone understand
She was a sophomore who wanted to be liked by everyone.
Yet, she was good at putting a facade of a confident person.
She cared and loved those around her who hurt.
Inside though, she was in so much pain from depression.
He was a senior who couldn't care less about his reputation.
Many things had happened that put him at this stage of life.
Everyone thought that he was just a class clown.
Inside though, he was struggling with a dark past.
Both of them were aspiring writers.
She wrote because it was a way to let her emotions flow.
He wrote because he desired perfection with it.
They met in a writing class and became friends. Great friends.
The first time they worked on something together was in this class.
The teacher assigned the pair the prologue of the class novel.
Together, they bounced ideas off of each other.
More importantly, this began the process of them trusting each other.
He began to see a girl, who struggled and was all alone.
A girl who needed an elder brother's guiding hand in her life.
He saw her as someone who he could trust.
So, he offered her his listening ear.
She began to see him as a guy who cared about her.
A boy who needed someone to care about him in his life.
She saw him as someone who she could trust.
So, she offered him her caring heart.
He didn't realize what was going to happen.
She didn't realize what was going to happen.
Neither understood the other's true intentions.
That is, until it was to late.
A fragile heart was broke.
A blossoming friendship shattered.
The boy became distant to protect himself.
And the girl went into herself to stay safe.
But as time went on for the two of them,
They learned how to recover and move on with their life.
Though the memory is still with them,
They have tucked the misunderstanding away in their heart.
Dear Lord I know you're busy and I hate to bother you
With all the problems in the world you have so much to do
I remember when I was a child being taught about your love
How you died to set me free and left your throne above
Now my body's aging and my mind's starting to go
People say I'm senile and forget things I should know
My family's trying to get me to leave my home and friends
They say they know what's best for me and how this all will end
Lord would you please give them wisdom to discern
The leading of your spirit and patience as they learn
All the changes that will happen at this stage of life
Please let them work together and not end up in strife
As my mind continues to slowly slip away
There will be times I know I won't remember how to pray
No matter how my mind ends up let my spirit be alive
Give my family all the strength they'll need to survive
Grant them Lord your perfect peace and give them all sweet rest
Let them know I'm safe at last as you hold me in your breast - Amen
Known by many as a Shih Tzu
All by itself, in it's own cage
One is a zoo, could it be true?
I know what it is, at this stage
All by itself, in it's own cage
With a cute little smashed in face
I know what it is at this stage
They are the same, the breed and place
With a cute little smashed in face
One is a zoo, could it be true?
They are the same, the breed and place
Known by many as a Shih Tzu
Horse's, goat's ,the herb's and the hen's,
A picture of the idyllic blend.
A handsome chap at this stage was he,
A prouder man there could not be.
Though strong and wise she found his chink,
The brown lady came and gave him a wink.
Euphoria soaked him to the skin,
Just once more say's he, I'm not weakening.
Brown lady engulfed him from every side,
His life now not his, leaves only his pride.
It's only a blip I can sort this he'd shout,
As he sells his last hen and his family walk out.
He held down a job with his head still up high,
A struggle each day with a tear in his eye
The creases get deeper, the strange hue of his skin.
There now was a void where a person had been.
Thirty years he clung on as he carried this sin,
His daily routine, find a vein left within,
Valentines day he did give up the fight,
The brown lady won. Finally taken her flight.
Dear Lord I know you're busy and I hate to bother you
With all the problems in the world you have so much to do
Yet I remember when I was a child being taught about your love
How you died to set me free and left your throne above
Now my body's aging and my mind's starting to go
People say I'm senile and forget things I should know
My family's trying to get me to leave my home and friends
They say they know what's best for me and how this disease will end
Lord would you please give them wisdom to discern
The leading of your spirit and patience as they learn
All the changes that will happen at this stage of life
Please let them work together and not end up in strife
As my mind continues to slowly slip away
There will be times I know I won't remember how to pray
No matter how my mind ends up let my spirit be alive
Give my family all the strength they'll need to survive
Grant them Lord your perfect peace and give them all sweet rest
Let them know I'm safe at last as you hold me in your breast Amen