Best Bein Poems
Beautiful days.
Enchanting evenings.
Indulged, inspired.
Navigating naughtiness.
Busy being
Unusually unrushed.
Serenely sailing
Your yacht.
Deep Wounds Do Bleed in Vain
Even the Greatest of the heroes, humble and handsome today, morrow
Must Inevitably make themselves immobile static carcasses,
Their Doom must shall stab their mates into Deep woes,
Their vail of Agony stays mulish in 'em as the dark patch of sorrow
Grievers gotta grieve in futility, deep in that dark shadowy billow
The Unwise do so, for it's futile to make the Reapers-foes
The sagacious truly know of the Essence of Life; Soul's
The All-permeating immortal of the body, for its presence, isn't shallow
The Unwise too are the ones to fall for their instincts,
With visions of being bein and the only ones to lead,
It's true that some indeed become weeds
For the real humans not always can stand in their stead,
With fallin', Hope falls too; But in this
Capricious game of Chess, The once failed twice succeed
HUMAN BEINGS
Human beings are like the white horse,
They are as strong as Orji tree,
They moves like,
The elephant and the moon,
They shines like the,
Sun and the stars,
But the,
Things that marvels me most,
Is our brains and our,
Discovering,
Tell the blacksmith that their,
Guns are okay,
Tell the doctors that they,
Telescopes are as active as a gun,
But,
Do not forget to tell the,
Engineers that their engines are
Still moving.
Tell the
Welders that I idolize their
Ships,
But do not forget to tell the
Scientists that their planes and
Their jets are OK.
Tell soul that he is now like
Abraham,
But tell the crusaders,
That he is now like the,
Preacher.
Tell,
The corrupt barristers to,
Reject that money,
For its better to work than to stay idol,
But tell the police that they,
Needs the hand of the blacksmith.
Tell the,
Soldiers that
They needs more booths,
But tell the poets that they,
Needs to write and go
To the prisoners.
Tell,
My president to implement the,
Citizen’s fundamental rights in his diary.
Tell,
The tailors that we needs,
More cloths,
But tell the engineers that,
We need more scissors.
Tell the horticulturists that
We needs more flowers,
But tell our mentor that,
We are In need of the sun and,
The moon.
Tell,
The agriculturist that we
Needs more foods,
But tell the engineers that we need fertilizers.
Tell,
The blacksmith that we are,
Needs more keys
But tell the goal keeper to
Catch them.
Tell,
The footballers to oppose
Red cards,
But tell the referees to,
Discourage and remove rough players,
Tell,
The pilots to operate very well
But tell a poet to stay
In the plane.
We needs more brains,
Tell the prayer warriors to pray more,
Tell the preachers,
That’s we need they preaching.
Tell,
The novelist to interview more,
Politicians,
But,
Tell the poets to edit their
Articles.
Tell the artists that,
We need their music.
THEMES
1. Brilliant, intelligent,
2. Wisdom,
3. Hardworking,
4. Repentant
5. Excellence
6. Cloth
Have you ever been so alone, that you
only had your thoughts?
So alone human companionship was the
only thing you sought?
I just wanted to fit in like a jigsaw puzzle
But the pieces never matched so I gotta
wear a muzzle
I can never speak out my feelings for fear
of being bullied
People tell him to die in a hole but no-one
knows should he
The things people do and say are the
things that make me sick
What, you think having these scars on my
arms was just a magic trick?
No. You put them there by pushing me
under
You beat and kicked me down and never
stopped to wonder
How does he feel? Does he feel miserable
at best?
Does he feel like the only way to pass life
is if it were a test?
You never thought about how I feel on the
other side of words
You've made me go so crazy I've been
broken into thirds
One part of me is a monster, the other
part's hurt.
The last part doesn't know how to be
happy cause hes been treated like dirt.
Being alone for so long has really got me
thinkin'
But my visions blurred I can't think hard
when I'm drinkin'
You think you're better than me? Think
you're at the top.?
You could've sworn you broke me, so is
that all you got?
leaves crunch underfoot
every shade from red to gold
green now forgotten
04/11/2019
For Tania Kitchin's contest.
A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku
Some say a cowboy’s a cowboy—
It’s a truth he can’t hide behind—
He rides hard on inner ranges—
Bein’ cowboy’s a state of mind.
They say you just ain’t a cowboy,
If you make your wages in town—
You have to have dirt on your hands
And your boots dug deep in the ground.
If you don’t ranch or ride the land,
Some say you can’t write cowboy verse—
They say that you ain’t authentic—
A wannabe or even worse.
Some say that you can’t do it right
If you’ve never really been one—
So I reckon that I can’t write
‘Bout open range or settin’ sun.
They say you got to live the life,
Be a rancher/workin’ cowpoke—
Feelin’ it in your heart and soul
Is just some Wild West movie joke.
They don’t count imagination
In their new corral trail mix view—
You don’t have to fly to the moon
To figure out that it ain’t blue.
To some, ol’ ways are dead and gone,
It’s ‘puters and pick-ups that’s best—
They want no talk of cattle drives,
Gunfights, outlaws or the Old West.
They talk like we ain’t got no say—
Cowboy poets should be cowboys—
That romantic notions are done
And they just want the real MeCoys.
But tell this to workin’ cowboys:
Don’t dig our graves before we’re dead—
There’s room enough out on the plain—
There’s still heritage in our head.
Still, a cowboy is a cowboy—
It’s a truth he can’t hide behind—
He rides hard on inner ranges—
Bein’ cowboy’s a state of mind.