Best Beat The Odds Poems
Resting on the beige leather couch
next to the dimly lit tiffany lamp
He dozed off into an early night sleep
She smiled looking at him
as She sat beside him
rubbing softly his tired feet.
She removed his specs
and book from the chest,
Took off her winter house-coat
leaned over and covered him with it
kissing his left cheek,feeling so blessed.
With eyes full of love She watched him
and wondered if he still sees her in his dreams
Like way back down memory lane
when he used to tug on tightly to his pillow
dreaming of her as he felt the midnight breeze
Did he still dream of moments way back
When he wanted so much to sit next to her
on that high-school old wooden park bench
or of those city strolls walking her home
holding her hand after the Saturday dance.
Everything was silent in the cosy room
And She remained there ...lost in thought ..
How She recalled treasured moments
of their curled toes brushing in the sand,
Of moments when his hand drenched
in rippled waves and playfullly splashed
water against her bare shoulders and over her face.
She could still smell the salt-spray in her hair.
So many yesterdays have passed since then
So many memories, so many changes
Him and Her forever changing...
Her porcelain skin ,now wrinkled
Her cascading chestnut hair turned grey
Yet one thing never changed.
Her heart, Her young heart remained constant
Just like the stars, the sun and moon
scorching their infinite flames.
Oncemore She reached so very close to him
So close She could feel the warmth in his breath
and feel his heart-beat to her own.
"Let me curl next to you", She whispered into his ear
"This night is ours my lovely dear".
"Death ! Oh death will have to wait another day
We'll beat the odds,like warriors, We'll beat them again
Together we can do anything,So hold me my love
Hold me in your sweet embrace..
Tomorrow,What is and when is tomorrow
Tomorrow If you leave before me
I keep on loving you,as long as I live
Whatever,wherever, come what may."
Not a bio .. inspired by the old couple in the Movie 'The Notebook'.
In 1944 or so,
The Nazis did deliver
A group of Jews in Hungary
Into the Danube River.
They lined them up and shot them dead -
Not one did soldiers save -
A Jew was not considered worthy
Of a normal grave.
Before they shot them, one command
Was, "First, take off your shoes."
The shots rang out and that was all
Remaining of the Jews.
Today in Budapest, you'll see
Lined up along the shore,
A lot of beat-up shoes in bronze
To stay forevermore.
And looking at those shoes, you'll find
The past has come alive.
The Jews who wore them somehow
Beat the odds and still survive.
Memorials have power if
They don't let us forget,
And those shoes by the Danube
Left me strongly in their debt.
I recognize the subtleties of love
its reality
is easy to see.
An emotional gift sent from above
to both the frightened
and the enlightened.
I understand the desire for passion's flame
and sense how disappointment can turn to blame.
But I feel there is more.
My heart starts pounding like a thoroughbred
when I am with you
for your love is true.
And when I feel loved, my smile starts to spread
sharing sweaty palms
without any qualms.
Love is such an indescribable feeling
I bounce head over heels, from floor to ceiling.
But I feel there is more.
Love titillates my heart and smooths my soul,
and I understand
why it feels so grand.
You're the missing piece that made my heart whole
We're but flesh and bone
scared to be alone.
Love lets lonely hearts visualize heaven
gambling that fate will roll either a seven
or beat the odds with a winning eleven.
But I feel there is more
to love than keeping score!
(Qarinage)
Nov. 13, 2018
How I miss what I never had
Long hot kisses kinetic cranberry flavored
As I struggle with my need to breathe
Every breath in and out for you
The deepest fuzzy feelings ferment
In every fiber of my body my soul
We are so close yet so far
Long distance love challenges so unique
Yet we climb each mountain peak
Standing victorious in each others heart
Violet veins pumping the same goals
Hopes purple passion and old fashioned needs
I’m unable to flee from you
Because you are inside of me
It’s pleasant and peaceful
How you make love to my mind
With only your words so kind
And I am grateful for whatever
Way we connect be it chats
Or email or internet
We have only a moment to blink
And find reasons why we think
Time is on our side
And we surf it like ocean tide
I think we are very special
And as you say
The heart wants what it wants
So it’s not really a problem
Being apart when we are an island
Intellectually connected and destined
We have beat the odds
And now we can be sweethearts
For as long as blessed by God
What is it?
Must we mark a calender,
and tell ourselves,
Okay, this is the midway point,
we’ve reached the summit.
From this point forward,
we’re on a downhill slide,
where the river’s bend
is transparent, purple turns
to gray, and summers char
your insides to ashes?
Do winters now
begin to freeze bones,
crack them like icicles
falling on concrete?
I have passed
the midway point,
so where does this leave me?
Do I vegetate, or
keep sliding into zero?
Well, listen up, mark it down.
I refuse to accept defeat,
I will beat the odds.
I am my mother’s daughter.
Her indomitable spirit
permeates my genes.
She arrived prematurely:
she is exhausted and spent.
And rests in quiet slumber,
like an Angel heaven sent.
Looking just like her mother:
she beat the odds to survive.
For it was a miracle:
I thank God that she's alive.
She's lying next to my wife,
whose smile cannot be contained.
But although she's overjoyed,
she is physically strained.
So, I cradle our baby
lovingly within my arms.
And open my heart up to
her indisputable charms.
Her chest heaves rhythmically
within the embrace of sleep.
And as I caress her hair,
it's a struggle not to weep.
Life is fast sometimes slow on path marked for chains with a soul with nothing to gain.the pain hurts and it burns deep.Trying to find my path on the streets.in this life filled with up's and downs trying to find gold in this forsaken town
If my family new the things I due they would probably turn there back on me.Its too late for crying now.Its time to turn this smile to a frown.And make a way for me to live now.
The get down is real.The game is fast.No slowing down.Its time to turn this city up side down.
No mercy no disrespect no clowns and definitely no sintchs no broken rules.hold your head up high and get ready to go on a dangerous ride.all gas no breaks control my fate.Im a animal it's time to sit at the table and make my plate killed are be killed are get ate.
Where the concert jungle test your fate.what a life perading around with a knife and a gun.dressed to kill just for fun
In Black with a hoodie on looking for someone I can come up on quick cash rules the streets thugs and thievs.Hoodlums and crips push a hard line trying to devour the empire before my life exspires.
Dark streets filled with love and hate.what a place for me to stay.locked in a maze with no openings.lost souls bound for hell In every way.
My spirt slips away farther from God everyday.A sinner I am but I'm A child Of God.Trying to beat the odds so I'm on my nees now asking God to forgive me for my sins.A mortel man asking God to hold my hand so I can a blessed man...
Active Minds
Freeman Bolden
Today I Have to Tell You
How Very Proud I Am
Remember How it Used to Be
How You Hit the Big "Grand Slam?"
Then You Went out on Your Own
And Set the World on Fire
You Beat the Odds and Won
It Was Your Hearts Desire
Oh to See You Fight
When Things Got in Your Way
I Really Couldn't Ask for More
But There's Something I must Say
Forever I Shall Love You
I Love You like No Other
I Hope You'll Always Need Me
Because I Am Your Mother
We let loose the untamed winds
As boulders crashed eleven ships were lost
With storm unabated into the Laestrygons we ran
T'was one lone ship which hit Circe's land
As boulders crashed eleven ships were lost
Fair isle it was of verdant green, of misty hills
T'was one lone ship which hit Circe's land
Warm welcome and viands was Circe's fare
Fair isle it was of verdant green, of misty hills
Odysses, Circe's love was spared as we were turned to swine
Warm welcome and viands was Circe's fare
Spell broken with Herme's help we all were back on board.
Odysses, Circe's love was spared as we were turned to swine
Thence we sailed to Hade's land where roam the souls about
Spell broken with Herme's help we all were back on board.
We were counseled on how to beat the odds
Thence we sailed to Hade's land where roam the souls about
With beeswax we stuffed our ears and Odysseus was tied to the mast
We were counseled on how to beat the odds
The Sirens' serenade was in vain
With beeswax we stuffed our ears and Odysseus was tied to the mast
Next Scylla and Charybdis were sate with six of our doughty men
The Sirens' serenade was in vain
Our last misfortune as a crew was on Helios shore
Next Scylla and Charybdis were sate with six of our doughty men
We tasted off succulent meat and were struck by Zeus' bolts
Our last misfortune as a crew was on Helios shore
Of twelve ships and their crew only Odysseus survived the sail
We tasted off succulent meat and were struck by Zeus' bolts
Past Scylla and Charybdis again, Odysseus floundered all alone
Of twelve ships and their crew only Odysseus survived the sail
Bedraggled and beat, a weary man he was trapped in Calypso's thrall
Past Scylla and Charybdis again, Odysseus floundered all alone
For seven years did Calypso's arms embrace the valiant hero
Bedraggled and beat, a weary man he was trapped in Calypso's thrall
Finally, on Hermes' plea Calypso let him go.
For seven years did Calypso's arms embrace the valiant hero
Great heroes we consigned to flames
Finally, on Hermes' plea Calypso let him go.
We sailed the seas from Trozan shores
~11 Jun 2016~
As I look in the mirror what do I see
A beautiful face smiling back at me
Her back has been against the wall with
a few options to employ
Enjoyed the pleasures of happiness has in store
Yet mistakes are made
Odd ways make me feel convicted of
good or bad decisions that day
But, hey who's perfect
However, never let no one kill your purpose
By displaying and guiding through the
true unbearable imperfects
Lessons taught
When you've been through
it all
Where you've walked the
paths of doing your own thing and just
talk
That's why I pray before I start the day
Lord help me and show me what
to do or say
I have to make sure nothing
hinders in any way
Help those who helped you
And bless others in Jesus Name
Even when the devil feels as of his plans are working
But God sees him sliding and lurking
Knowing he has one on deck just for you
While he continues searching
I am certain that someone is used by him daily
Jesus save me for you've died on the Cross
for my sins; loved me anyway when I'm failing
To love and enjoy life came with a price
that you already paid
Yet we forget and become angry about how things
came to play
Understand the flesh
When fed it grows strong enough to weaken the
spirit and make you feel worthless
As a gentleman, God looks at me
And what does he see
His daughter bleeding in her soul
and filled with no peace but insanity
Waiting for me to come to the
So caught up in my noisy lifestyle decisions
had made me flee
Now finding my way back home
Is where that smiling face comes from
I've made it and have beat the odds
Now things has healed and show no pseudo
I'm grateful for the big and
appreciate the small
That's why I'm thankful of
how I've gotten this far
To walk in dreams
upon this vale of illusion.
Each footstep of your being
crossing the labyrinth
of a shy but guilty soul.
Sleep can be your witness
As Galaxies collide creating life
for we all belong to infinity.
That place beyond our imagination
where the darkness hides
a beauty not meant for human eyes.
Reality is the myth
for you now walk with gods.
This world is a reflection of you
where water and mirror are one.
The shimmer of a distorted face
lies on the see saw of humanity.
The light you inherit
the darkness you manufacture.
But in death at least
your priest will lie for you.
Life is but a feather
It glides through the winds of time.
Sometimes rising to your endeavour
more often it is a passenger
falling on a broken wing.
But no matter
your feather is immortal.
For it caresses the meanings
of such wonderful things
and you beat the odds to be you.
Morning brings a pencilled rubber
the mind will leave this page.
and somewhere in the universe
another being will dream,
of things beyond this human race.
try to beat the odds
doctors gave me little hope…
live another year
*Entry for Tracie’s New Year’s Resolution contest
Women in my family have to fight
Fight to live fight to die
One born premature with challenges
With a heart so pure settling the balances
She was a model name Tiffany
Like her name she was very pretty
Stayed sane despite the insanity
Cancer took her but not her virginity
She was a slave whose name is unknown
In a photo dress is full beige and long
She made a sacrifice for us to achieve
Named her baby my great grandmom Mary.
She was Mary and quite contrary
No nonsense with a hint of fairy
She made wonders from a wood stove
Raising grandchildren as she did so to vote
Her namesake Sister Mary
Would carry on this voting destiny
Fighting in life the man and her man
To make a life with Christ as American
And Wanda Jazmin Gail was soft spoken
Despite her challenging life she kept hope and
Beat cancer beat the odds of black in the south
Covid took her body but her spirit lives proud
And there is me the poetic strange type
I too persevere from many a fight
Fight to raise a black son in a hostile USA
Fight to the rights of Roe vs Wade
Fight to eat when food is so high
Except junk food which is cheap all kinds
Fight to enjoy land that I may never own
Fight of the nights molesting devils roam.
The women in my family would never write this
For they are too strong to need a word such as is
A poetic petition praying for perseverance
The women in my family are of courage and endurance.
7/2/2022
Written for The Women In My Family Poetry Contest
Sponsor Soto Poet
Time
Time is a measurement point of reference in our lives
It is measured in hours, minutes and seconds
We are in fact a slave to time, in our daily lives
Everything is based on time, meeting people, working hours
Medical appointments, they are all controlled by time
Even when we go to sleep and wake up the next day
Time is there to remind us of the things we have to do
We are all slaves to time and we are stuck with it.
When we are late for appointments we rush to get there
Even to a point were we risk our lives to it's beckoned call
Yes we all wish we could be the master of time
A wish that we all know is impossible as we know that
We can never beat the odds to do this.
Time is and always will be a necessary evil in society
Because if there was no time, the World would be a mess
So now you have it, we can't live with it or without it
Time is here to stay and we are all slaves to this unseen enemy.
They didn’t think we were bulletproof
Well, we proved doubters wrong
They didn’t believe this was true love
All because we’re so young
But we knew this all along
We’ve ducked every rock thrown
They’ve got dirty tricks up their sleeve
We’ve dodged every bullet fired
They’ve resulted to By Any Means Necessary
But we’re stronger than they know
We’ve been through fire and brimstone
We’ve gone through the hurt and the pain
We’ve even been to heaven, hell and back
But we never deterred from our path
We are bulletproof
They speculate
They disapprove
They judge like they know about me and you
All because we love each other
But we’ve got a bond that's unbreakable
They didn’t think we were bulletproof
They didn’t expect us to make it through
They wanted us to give up & throw in the towel
But despite all we’ve been through
We love each other every passing day
Trial after trial
Our hearts were put to the test
Wave after wave
They’ve tried but we’ve clung together
We’re so in love
We’ve been strong through every fight
We’ve swam through every tide
They are no threat to us
Cause we’ve beat the odds together
They can’t kill our love
We’re bulletproof
Inspired by Day One - Tamia