Best Believable Poems
He fills his syringe with poisoned words
pulling the letters one by one from his rusted spoon
They rise up through the needle in perfect order
"Disgusting" "failure" "worthless" "loser"
There in the cylinder they mix together
until they are a perfect black ink
Although he no longer sees the words
their meanings are not lost on him
As he injects them into his arm
he feels the blackness
Ink travels slowly up his arm towards his heart
At first he enjoys the burning sensation
as capital letters make way for the smaller ones
In the moment he's convinced they are lies
When they reach his heart
he becomes a true believer
By choosing to be less than he is
he occupies his excuses
The I can'ts and never coulds
The poor me's
All the reasons
he's not good enough
The words stack one on top of the other
until his heart is filled with empty
Empty promises
Empty dreams
Somehow this comforts him
He holds tightly to
It's not my fault
It's just the way it is
His is a waking dreamless slumber
only lies seem believable
So he injects another word
"Anger"
Then a question
"Why do others have all the luck?"
Someone who cares
Takes a silver spoon
Fills it up with better words
Feeds him nourishing words
Smart, tenacious, kind and happy
He starts with small sips
one letter at a time
in front of him a golden bowl
filled to the brim with phrases
"You are Lovable"
"Anything is possible"
"Your opinion is important"
At first he is convinced they are lies
Until they reach his gut
Until he becomes a true believer
Taking everything to heart
Satiating his empty
Now he can see beyond what he thought was impossible
His actions speak louder then words
His life is not a wasted gift
From this day forward
He's living his life to the fullest!
Inspired by Jai Bankson's poem "The Habit" check it out!
I stood on the cliff and asked the wafting clouds exultantly,
"You greet me every morn, you watch me through
My windows and peer through the chinks,
You have been a mystical part of me through
My childhood when I skipped and jumped with friends
And through my confusion and confidence in adulthood.
What does the future behold for a dreamy me?"
The sky seemed bluer in the cloudscape and I heard echoes
" In the labyrinth of choices your future is sown in........your future is sown in
Your cherished dream was an unbelievable reality................believable reality
A kaleidoscopic ride after the nature you've churned out for self..........for self
An investment in optimism has enveloped you in calmaria..............in calmaria
Enjoy the fruit which is multiplying with interests......................with interests".
May14, 2015
For Skat A
Any Poem You Are Proud of # 3
(May 10, 2016
For Nayda Ivette Negron)
*Calmaria (Spanish)- after a storm comes calm
Poem is in a dialogue form; the second verse is an end line word poem.
A woman in Alaska,
With her brother on a hike,
Never dreamed that on a bathroom break
Unpleasantness would strike.
She sat down on the toilet
In an outhouse near a yurt
When she felt like something bit her
And she screamed because it hurt.
Her brother raced inside to see
Perhaps a squirrel there
But a glance into the bowl revealed
None other than a bear!
The wounds were superficial
But be warned before you strut
Into an Alaskan outhouse
Or a bear could bite your butt!
Dejavu for Two
Perfect is far from perfect
But yet so close to it
Two stars are better than one...
So this gotta be worth it
If I’m not mistaken,
we may have met in heaven before
this is exactly what he’s sayin’
Dejavu for two stars?
We could take this so far
There’s this feeling in the air
but I can’t quite touch it from over here
It’s like we’ve sat right here
across from each other before
in this exact same booth…
I saw what you were thinking
and you thought the same too
Mysterious miracles are possible
with two amazing people
I’m not talkin’ chemistry or biology
or even crazy mathematics in trigonometry
This is unbelievable past the point til’ it’s believable
But then again, if we never get the chance
to work on the island of paradise city…
It was nice to meet you, greet you,
and share a seat with you
to experience this moment of
“Dejavu for Two”
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Believability and Truthfulness
By Franklin Price
10/6/2018
Believability and Truthfulness
Are often not the same
Politicians, very often,
Think they're only just a name
What happened to those good old days,
When a man's word was his bond?
What could it hurt to stretch the truth
From coast to coast and then beyond?
So far, in this century,
Washington has shown the way
When truth does not produce for them
They try believable to say
Lately that's not working
They've stretched them both until they've popped
It's time to tell the truth again
And this playing games is stopped
If you,ve followed their example,
Lied for your party's hope
You have cursed your reputation
Should have your mouth washed out with soap
I believe the politicians
And the truthful words they say
This stanza writ with fingers crossed
And tongue in cheek today
Conflicted, dressed like a Santa Claus, Ed ponders the magical delight of Christmas time. Is it only for Christians, or can it be for him too? He likes this time of year, people are nice.
Bethlehem, Wisemen, Prince of Peace born in a manger, a virgin mother, familiar story told. Sitting in this serene park, admiring the crystalline snowflakes, and the diamond-like cycles of ice.
Ed feels like he is in the middle of a slice of heaven himself, it seems mystical and surreal. Dazzling, replenishing, vital. He watches two snowflakes float gently down, near a bench, he calls "mine".
Kindness, joyfulness, humanitarians, and faerie pixie dust would not make this park any more ethereal. All for one and one for all, always more believable at Christmas time than any other, time.
It is Santa Claus! A child yells. Two children dressed in fat snowsuits with hoods are running toward Ed. He is off work, but their merriment is not going to be thwarted by him on this magical night.
They run up and one plops right square on his lap. The other one does also, they scoot for each other. Sorry, their mother says. I could not stop them. It is perfect, he tells her, better than all right.
Ed welcomed these two little giggly rosy-faced cherubs enthusiastically, as if they were wise men. A star in the east, he thought, as he realized which direction he was facing, it deserved an Amen.
There was a melodious, peacefulness here tonight, a humbleness, on this beautiful wintery slope. Two angels, sent tonight to sit on his lap and giggle, to bring God, and the Holy Spirit, and hope.
Ed reveled in the mystical, magical united feeling he had with the young family with the giggling girls, A night he had planned to do something horrible to himself, but now thanks to their curls,
Realized that God had sent two angels to him, tonight, to remind him that he was loved by the Son. He did not have to be a Christian to realize that he had a mission, and he was enough, won is one.
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight
On Winter's frame around tree trunks and boughs,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
Atypical thaw for this season's height,
Where my mime yet waits to move for the clouds;
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.
While setting back at the set of twilight—
My heart's glassy soil's whiff— portrayals ploughed,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
A hiding mood that left the moon behind
In wisps of air, still by strains of dark's shroud
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.
Repeated turn-arounds of the street lights—
Where essence freaks in the glitter; glade pound,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
Of Nature believable; hasn't died—
Through the Winter's Time, waning about how
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight;
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
I know I have been on repeat for 15 years
I lost all my originality when I was sick and stolen from
My guess is it poured out along with my soul and fears
chasing after my sanity as it flowed away in tears
Its hard to come up with inspiration when your on pause
trying to justify the actions of those who love you
or at the very least come up with a justified cause
one they could of chases based on misinterpreting something they saw you say
or do
But best laid plans and lost causes your once dream life was taken from you
with nothing but a barely believable story that I can only take accountability
for not being strong enough to stay in the right when they made moves to take
my light and say it wasn't true
confused in the dark is not a reasonable place to figure out culpability.
The only thing I have left in me because I shed my soul daily I dont save up
because I cant promise all good every day so let it go good or bad send it
home
and start fresh the next day but I can't shed the memory of the darkness and
the way out it stays in me like a circuit loop in a conduit.
So I can travel in the darkness to shed light on those who stay there and
hope they find hope to search for light because follow me or you when its
their fight is not the best way.
all this said and I am still not right I no I may be meant for darkness to help
others overcome.
if thats true what all the pain to keep me here
so much inner strength it takes to just find a smile and a way to help others.
heal
when all I could been is gone why is that the deal
unloved and alone for 15 years fighting a war that free others.
but dooms me to something that I cannot hate or regret only dred
Hope that i did bot deserve it that I volunteered otherwise I may die in
clovers
But surely it is hell that waits for me.
I feel so unheard I pour out words that are not great
but they would carry meaning spoken to anyone strong and meek
from ear to ear of peasants and kings
and these words will carry a truth for all who truth seek
It is difficult to get rid of the false self
A believable mask has taken years to develop
Such safety precautions demand extensive disguising
Dear i ask, why can't we all be living in the bare?
The conditioning begins at a young age
Everyone is trained to look good at every stage
Shame on you if you don't protect your private space
Outrage will result if someone is caught in public Nude.
Who makes this decision, and why does everyone follow orders?
Since we only bring our skin from the divine with us,
Being bashful, prideful, or ashamed is not a problem for me;
Instead, i admire animals for being so pure and unadulterated.
There are laws that punish what is considered lewd behaviour
Such behaviour is blasphemous in some religions
It's widely accepted that Adam and Eve were covered in leaves
It's deemed wickedness to uphold one's birthright.
There are absurdities in religious doctrine, which is truly unfortunate
Should individuals disregard the regulations they are made to dread?
Some female folk are told to cover even their head
Many are compelled to hide their body or off with their head.
I seek honesty,
Which would leave me vulnerable,
As is pretty obvious
Should this be the case, i persist in being true to myself.
I am not just a bare-Naked black man
I am a christian bisexual bare-Naked black man.
Lie for a reason
Lie for some kind of season
Is this a reflux
Look at those who lie
It becomes part of their speech
Which one of you cares
Have we become numb
These cannot be washed with bleach
Where is the virtue
This freedom of speech
Lying was not the intent
Are we beyond reach
The things that we say
When no one is checking us
Defines who we are
He who chooses truth
Finds the seeds of honesty
Which changes their heart
To be credible
We must be believable
We must be truthful
Edward J. Ebbs - 07/30/14
Because He Gets Me
I still love him in
spite of,not
because of-- He is
the rare one, who
even though his
arrogance at times
over shadows his
maturity;
He is still
the one who
gives believable
credibility to my
written soul - I
know he gets my
every word
intellectually and
spiritually.
His own wisdom which
mirrors my soul's
expressions,speaks.
I was so drawn to
his intellect and so
impressed by his
depth...that his
moments of shallowness
almost tilted me over.
I still love him in
spite of his temper
tantrums, and his
reverting back to
his childish,selfish
jealousy;
I love him
even when he tries
so hard to invent
ways not to love me.
All because he is
wanting to hold on
to me for hours..
when I only have
seconds to give. So
you see, I cannot
hate him for loving
me.
Bring me a cup of Java, honey, and put some coffee in the water, will you?...
Whoa there! Bet you can feel the withering sarcasm in that simple phrase...
People, I welcome you to the world of crime novels by James Hadley Chase...
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Dialogues, suave and cultured or in the low life lingo, is excellence beyond compare...
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You'll empathise with the hero and the heroine, and root for them in each story...
What Is Better Than Money is yet another master yarn uniquely spun by Mr Chase...
About how a piano player bidding time tangled with a junky beauty with trilling vocals ....
It is amazing how you will identify with the struggling two bit piano player as he grapples...
With the opportunity of a lifetime to hitch his economic wagon on a less than perfect starlet..
In No Orchids For Miss Blandish, I remember rereading the same book twice over...
To be thrilled and to savour how the master story teller spun the story altogether...
Mind you, I was back then just a little boy, given access to the senior section of the library..
Faced with rows and decks of all kind of books, I was a bewildered boy lost in the library...
Then I spied a rather worn out hard cover book entitled No Orchids for Miss Blandish...
Small in print, yellowed in pages and looked slightly misbegotten, but the title intrigued..
Reaching home, I could not put down the book once I started reading that slim book...
I was thrilled, I was truly engrossed in a fascinating tale of crime found within a book...
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The Magic Wand
Magicians around the world rely on their
magic wand, it is their main tool in their
trade, it creates the illusion of making
magic believable, it has the ability to
trick your senses into believing the
magician, when he has your full attention
he works his magic and makes everyone
shocked in amazement, magic wands
are not always used by magicians as in
the storybook story of 'Cinderella' it was
used by the Fairy Godmother to change
'Cinderella' into a princess while turning
a pumpkin into a beautiful coach with
white horses to take Cinderella to the ball.
The magic wand is nothing more than a
painted stick of wood, but when painted it is
transformed into a wonderful magic wand.
Written : 13th July 2013
A simple story of a wooden stick that when
painted becomes a magical tool for magicians
and fairies in fairy stories.
When I was little,
I've been suffered discrimination.
At starting point,
I couldn't be notice the situation.
Only difference between I and others
was that I was new commer.
I was not a native there,
I was a stranger.
I've learned about human,
that wasn't believable creature.
Every time I tasted pain,
I felt their poor and miserable nature.
Lots of sadness
came into my heart.
My damage was so severe,
that I couldn't restart.
There was nothing
to be helpful, around.
This was the true nature
of human being, I've found.
People always hate others,
who are different from them.
People never accept others,
that did not benefit them.
...Enough !!
I can't continue
being suffered terribly from them any more.
I can't continue
being nervous for their sake never more.
I thought
I could depend nothing on them at all.
I decided
standing on my own foot and withdrew them all.
No expect to others,
no discourages from them.
No reliance on others,
no betrayal by them.
I've learned
keeping safe distance from others all time.
And I've learned
to avoid troubles by those evils at anytime.
I could start
living peacefully in this way.
I thought
I would be going on this way.
And once I've been freed
from evil curse of people barely,
I've found the fact
they also hurt each other poorly.
I was disgusted but never thought,
it's my turn to negrect them.
Because, doing this way,
means I was the same with them.
I threw myself
into loneliness with silence.
Neither as a victim nor as an assaulter,
concern with them was out of my patience.
But after long time passed...
I could find a person,
who can kindly accept me.
We could understand each other
and this could change me.
Whether it was good or bad,
everything was acceptable.
Finally I knew warm heart of human
that let me think people a bit approvable.
29/Dec/2015
Fengleishanren.
The mind is the most powerful of them all.
As a matter of fact it's what makes the call.
But are we so blinded by what we see?
Caught in the news, tabloids, and the things on T.V.
Society making people weak.
Because they're trying to get in,
to fit in; wanting to be seen.
Our lives are vanishing before our eyes,
but it's covered up by all the nonsense
and believable lies.
How long will this continue?
How many lost lives?
Who will stop the bleeding?
comfort the cries?
We are walking our own journey
with our own baggage.
Messed up and transformed from all
the harmful damage.
Still there is no one willing to step up
and take the challenge.
to destroy the evil desires of these harmful
savages.
However it is never too late for us all
to hold hands.
To demand for a change and take a strong
stand.
Reaching out to those who are in need,
by giving up our own wealth and filthy greed.
Taking a stand for those who can't do it themselves.
Being there for support and to bring help.
No matter how near or far a person may be,
just open your eyes and try to see.
Not the news, tabloids, or things on T.V
but the lives of those who are suffering.