Best Banding Poems
He saw the shoreline of his death
Stared at sea's rolling wave
Found the sky and sea's banding belt
Asked God, honor his grave
The red sun will warm his last breath
Footprints he left on the land
Calmly he swims to the setting sun
His prints covered by sand
3/27/15
the only tree for a thousand miles
gave him welcome if temporary shade
a kaleidoscope of mockingbirds filling its branches
it was no longer possible to be blind
but very possible to be jailed
for being unaware of our surroundings
being that we are panphibians capable of TV
where apathy and turmoil don't mix
wracking our brains for the worst solution
every day since time began again
banding bending binding bonding bundling
mind turned upon itself like minds tend to do
a moth eaten panorama of agonies
everything still broken the breakers unpunished
our narrative not telling anyone anything new
long live the revolution in wisdom
that's my drooling occupational therapy grin
it's gotten me out of more than one derailment
feeling life as a prelude to a guillotine basket
or worse a juggernaut of ambition
now that will immediately inaugurate
a prison epidemic of eyeball rolling
can we escape seeing the unseen
or is it just a bigger cage
don't let the blighters
sell you your own real estate
or discoveries in hysteria research
from the Intergalactic Whats Next Council
acting in accord with the statistics
make it more aerodynamic
everything means something
a tool for every job
daily nightly I try to be less stupid
a simple formula designed for
the sweet gurgling idiot infant within
out cold but still in the game
now you got me laughing
momentarily dazed and surprised
prepare only for the eventual
because what remains tends to
influence what is to come
in a logic both apparent and subtle
not exactly free from ahem connotation
as most doors don't open themselves
meanwhile somewhere back in history
the Dog Clan had trouble finding women
with eight or ten ****
there that opened something up
from the spare parts bin
apparently his bulging eyeballs
were on full creme d'menthe death ray
the universal sense of alarm just went off
wailing it's not all brain chemistry
he spoke many tongues in faucet mode
the ramifications came tumbling out
but often heading in opposite directions
while the oppressive crows circled
where the Wizard parks his wagon
every home from Kansas to Atlantis
instituted a reign of madness
terror and ballroom dancing
Two hawks aloft
crows anxious banding together
neighbor comes over to my croft, likes the warm weather, November
a California Christmas and maybe species will migrate to reflect that,
paints watercolor ornaments, gentle Jewish lady
how far from her past is she now? or is she quite aware just not talking
about it now
I wonder what she thinks the solution to Israel-Palestine might be
ask her sitting around the pool next summer
almost always disappointed people haven't given the single state solution
more thought
we discuss Thanksgiving, the cleaning and cooking before and the
cleaning after, then the insane Christmas potlatch
deciduous trees have a special winter beauty, conifers among them.
I’m dining with my cousin Giles
Who disclosed he’d terrible piles
He’s wriggly and twitchy
Cos his butt’s so itchy
His visage is sad, there’s no smiles
He’d tried using soft margarine
This process had just made him scream
So he did not linger
With his index finger
But Anusol worked like a dream
I said it was my understanding
That surgeon ‘s do hemorrhoid banding
But if he has it done
Sitting down he may shun
On this subject I won’t be expanding!
Next time I saw my Cousin Giles
They’d successfully removed his piles
So he can sit down
No trace of a frown
And Giles is chock full of smiles
10/09/21
hurricane vortex
tropical moisture banding
fall out dividend
When someone is born,
their life stretches before them,
a million-color tapestry shining with adventure,
hope,
dreams,
and chances to change their world.
Anyone can change the world around them.
Sometimes it's as simple as saying "hello",
or banding together to create something amazing.
We're all born world-changers.
We're all born with the talent to make our world a better place.
The world can be changed,
and anyone can make a difference.
All it takes is the courage to do it.
From beneath foam and spray, where the
Sun light never penetrates, in fathom's chilly forbidden
Realm lies a kingdom of golden coral reefs.
Poseidon’s children of the murky depths dwell, in liberation's
Untamed wilderness of the unknown.
Mermaids and mermen living in this aquatic domain,
Of the evergreen's seaweed jungle, a lost paradise
Hidden under the big blues stormy seas.
Titan's sons and daughters, freedom’s enlightened
Spiritual unbound souls, rejoice in essences elegance,
In these sacred waters of the bluest deep.
Swimming acrobate of the brimmy mists, enchantments
Beguiling sirens sing an ancient mystical tones lullaby,
Tempting the land dwellers. to cast aside their earthen
Tethers, daring them to plunge under the tidal surf.
To death’s splendor of silence, and yet for one moment’s
Single breath held, to experience the ultimate beauty,
Known only to these creatures of the immortal deep.
In purity's crystal clear thoughts, uncluttered by the ideas
Of humanity, instinctual beings living completely without
Boundaries restrictions.
Loving spirits, children of joys innocence, reveling
In exhilaration secret garden, in this timeless bubble,
Beneath theses mystic waves of blue.
Behold the natural wonder called the great barrier reef,
Where creatures of myth, playfully frolic, in a tag team
Match of hide and go seek, weaving, dodging through
A seaweed forest of tidal riptides divides.
Sleek mere creatures of the oceans
Tidal tribes, banding together to survive.
Dancing in sequence with the waves turning motions.
Singing forgotten songs in tender under tones,
Sweet melodies to one another.
Beauty in contrast in such wondrous currents
Of mythology.
Do they really exist who knows, but in the soul of
Wonderment, I believe they do, these the mermaids,
Of the deepest blue.
As one from afar, I have watched with compassion
Disaster once more, has come without warning
I gasp, then I cry, yet I'm awed with impressions
How often the spirit, in the most dire conditions
will bring out the best of human reaction.
How hands helping hands, show courage ensued
How hearts heal the bruised, and will calm the confused
Banding together…while helping each another,
is a banner of courage, and will hold you together
..
Grace under fire…. with honor we brand you!
As you raise to the task, with hands of the valiant
Respect you have earned, and the honor you wear
The sun will keep rising….and crown you my heroes
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7/18/15
Sunsets move silent
Peace a theme of dreams
Lost in its motion,
of colors and schemes
This visual clock,
now long banding threads
One dayI saw sun set forty-four times! You know you're feeling very sad,
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Wise men: by jimmy muniks
My place reside in the psalms
Without to slug I still not a lesser person
However it is greatly unwise to face raved armies
My sling clings to my every mood
Rejoices in my interactive power
To win I remain ecclesiastic
Without the intervention of my Samuel
This writing might in time
However I seek to be at peace with coexistence
And a place for others in my every mood
Especially to love specifically
This way I am not greater than Adam
For I am captured at my lest rib in flesh and spirit
As that songster perfecting to tune there
In palaces where life is despised
Nevertheless my song comes out well
I pay tribute to the psalmist
The ecclesiastic than I am
These years so many
I only know there was a house of David
And the Calvary of crucifixion
Nevertheless
I have acquainted my best with the cymbals
Banding tribute to this psalmist
I seek through before my time
Far away it is epic but truly my maker
I catch in my sight truly a place to seek
These years so many
I only here the battle of Philistines and lesser men
The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.
The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here…
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.
As I look at the pictures of my unborn son,
I can’t help but feel guilty that I’ll miss his birth.
We have two other children, this is our last one.
I love them all equally, for everything they’re worth.
I’m in the military and have always been prepared
For the chance to serve my country and do my job.
I’ve never left my family, so we’re a little scared.
As we say our goodbyes, we try hard not to sob.
I grab my bags and gear, board the plane, and fly away.
It’s a very long flight, which gives me time to ponder.
As I sit here and think of all the things I wanted to say,
I remember, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
Nobody likes the idea of going off to fight in a war,
But that’s the nature of the world in times like this.
There’s always going to be a good cause to fight for,
Like banding together against bad people that exist.
We battle all day against an enemy that’s got nothing to lose,
Who shoot at us with anger, not caring who they kill.
We fight for everything that’s good because we choose
To help rid the world of evil men and their murderous will.
I’ve missed my family and thought of them every day.
I’ve carried their pictures with me no matter where I’d go.
As I lie here dying, I pray for my wife who’s so far away.
I think about my unborn son and a father he’ll never know.
It’s been years since I’ve passed away and I miss my wife.
From above, I’ve watched my son grow into a fine young man.
He placed a plaque at my grave that was the motto of my life.
This is what he wrote; may it help others to understand.
A Soldier’s duty is to protect the innocent and their rights.
Lady Liberty is our backbone and strength, we fight for her.
”Whether you agree or disagree with the wars we fight,
Since you can use your freedom to protest, thank a Soldier.”*
*Anonymous quote
Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk
On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise
Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed
Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles
They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field
They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel
The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding
To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led
The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape
sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19
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This is a tribute to those who were themselves
An ode to the incredible minds
Including Hunter S. Thompson and Jim Morrison
Artist born inarguably before their time
This is a write to the rebels
Those who punched authority in the mouth
Bob Marley and Johnny Cash
Belong in this crowd without a doubt
This is an anthem
To those who stand up for their rights
Muhammad Ali, Malcom X, and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
For the Africans led freedoms fight
This is a write
For those who have the voice for the ages
Jerry Garcia, and Jimmy Buffett
Were at their best on the grandest of stages
This is a document
Endowing guitar god immortality
To Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi Hendrix, and Dwayne Allman
Their names shall live long after their fatality
Texas Rock Legends ZZ Top
Belong in the guitar god classification
Well into their sixties
They are still rocking stages for this great nation
Pink Floyd is embraced with love
Symbolizing the envied acid trip generation
Singing mellow songs with an especially deep message
Times tarnished by public misinterpretation
I’ve mentioned few
Of the historic minds I hold dear
Though many were lost before I was born
I still shed symbolic tears
Their messages and combined impact
On the generation in which I belong
Often could only
Be broadcast in song
They vocalized their messages
To impact segregation
They sang songs filled with meaning
Often advocating self medication
Their memories are priceless
Even to those they were never to know
Their impact so important
Such a significant path drove
They lived in controversial times
Experiencing events not known to we of today
All we know
Is what our teachers choose to display
Knowledge may be earned
By studying these priceless minds
Listen to their music, read their messages to the world
For you would be so very surprised
This art is non-existent
In this “Bill Mahr” defined era
Rather than banding together, we point fingers
With women finally able to vote, they only worry about their mascara
The efforts of our former sixties/seventies generations
To change our nation has now been proven to have failed
For the future has shown
Their freedom train was to be inevitably derailed
Billy McWhiffy
Billy McWhiffy needed to fart
But there was a lady pushing a cart
Once she’d passed by and he thought he might bust
He readied himself for an almighty gust
But his belly was swollen with gas he’d amassed
And if he let rip, whole towns might be gassed
But he had to let go though he feared for his heart
And worried that farting might tear him apart
So Billy decided he shouldn’t eat beans
As he put rubber bands round the legs of his jeans
He reckoned that this was a wise thing to do
For if he let rip he would probably poo
But banding his jeans meant he had to bend down
And a fart thundered out with an explosive sound
It spattered the horse and the bulletproof vest
Of a mounted policeman who made the arrest
So Billy McWhiffy was slung in the clink
And prisoners gagged at the ungodly stink
And Billy’s new cell-mate started to yell
When putrid brown liquid sploshed all round the cell
The warden rushed in with a whopping great cork
But the ground was so splattered he struggle to walk
The cork had been pulled from a bottle of wine
But it plugged Billy’s butt and it fitted just fine
So Billy McWhiffy kept it inside
‘I’ll never blow raspberries again’
He lied
When up for parole and release was denied
Well, then he let rip... blew the gates open wide
So Billy McWhiffy went on the run
Becoming a legend for using no gun
He’d smother his victims and when he was done
He’d simply say ‘Get out of that one, my son’