Best Bendable Poems
In a world of opinions and plastic,
answers to questions become bendable ..
Stretching every which way, when elastic
We have Barbie and Ken, that are able
In a world of, all for me, some for you
Stretching in all ways, being elastic ..
Barbie says this, Ken has a point of view
which causes division, so much static
In a world of fairness, wrong verses right
Stretching in ways that is so dramatic,
views being unmatched, the pulling is tight ..
tension exists, in a world of plastic
Barbie and Ken tangle each point of view
In a world of, all for me, some for you
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Just a little Scribble
~ Lingering thoughts ~
Still trying to understand
It is my mother’s birthday today.
She is 87.
87 and weighs 121 pounds.
121 pounds of ridiculous energy
She holds exercise classes
For the 90 year olds in her
Apartment buildings
Her students are 91 and 97
They are probably lying on their
Backs right now with their legs in the air doing
Bicycle circles.
She will not walk with
Her friends unless they
Say it is okay to run
In circles around them
As they walk because
They are so
S l o w
She has never broken
A finger or an arm or anything.
She is as bendable as a willow.
She could teach yoga masters
How to be pliable.
That is my 87 year old mother
If I was part machine, a steampunk woman, or a steampunk dog, or a steampunk cat,
I would choose to have a machine heart, so I could be less soft.
So my feelings would not get hurt so easily, so I could
Stop crying inside when people get mean and mad,
Or a tsunami kills a bunch of innocents.
I would also choose machine eyes – big round soft brown ones,
Because of the floaties I have in my older green and hazel eyes.
Floaties could not get into steampunk eyes, right?
I would choose bendable, new steampunk machine knees.
They would jump and summersault and do cartwheels and
Other stuff I can no longer do after tearing my ACL and
Meniscus which never got fixed, because it happened
At work and Workman’s Comp told me at my age,
Surgery would not be smart.
They would call me Steampunk Annie, and I would
Run up and down alleys, saving people from the robbers,
And the drug pushers, and I would kick the drug pushers
In their petootsies and make them cry
Because they would not have steampunk eyes
Or anything. I would rock the Steampunk
World with sass and vim, and be
The super hero I know I can be!
Harvest of Mind
by Odin Roark
Acres of mirrors
Reflecting yesterdays upon today
Refracting wisdom’s tundra of experience
Into regret's abstract lessons.
How flexible
This mind of bendable energy,
Linking limbotic senses
Into a synaptic playground
Where one’s child-like recess plays perpetual.
Discovery beckons,
Hoeing brain’s porous marl
Bearing not the sweat of work,
Rather seedling’s preparation,
The cultivation of pain and sorrow’s rich compost,
The irrigation of past years’ yield,
That foundation of trial and error’s natural reward.
As each day's light finds horizon’s solace,
We slumber into mind’s picturesque growth,
Participating in collage-dreams,
Challenging synaptic connections
Smiling or crying,
Winning or losing,
We either concede as spectator
Or become a player,
A harvester of continuance,
The perpetuation of cognition’s daily bread.
Yes
‘Tis wondrous property we carry about.
Respected, it thrives.
Neglected, it weeds.
Rejected…
But a fossil-in-the-making.
Bond between us
I wish i could explain it
But everytime i try to i just go blank
Its not that i cant but everytime I try to explain I run out of words
Its a connection if you may call it
Its magical if you may say think about it
Its between me and you just so you know it
The bonding of souls, heart, mind
Where i stand in the heat to be the shadow in your bright hot sunny days
And the shelter in the riany and yet wet days
To catch every single tear that is to ever fall from that eye
To capture every smile and save it in my heart
The bonding of Hearts where I can feel your pain
Where we are ONE
The bond between us is something that no one could ever explain
the sound of your laughter is like music played from heaven
I had never been so happy in my life
after facing all that when i turn back and i look at you
And to be able to share this Bond with you I Know it was All worth it
The Bond of SUKI AND BELLA
A Bond soo magical
A Bond soo Special
A Bond so diffrent
but all so true
Something I would never be able to thank you enough for
For being there for me
For accepting me
For making me belive in my self again
For loving me once again
For giving me hope
For giving me the reason to live for
A reason to fight for
A place where i could belong to
A place where SUKI could belong to
A BOND BETWEEN SUKI AND BELLA
UNBREAKABLE
UN BENDABLE
SOMETHING STRONGER THAN THE HARDEST ROCK
SOMETHING DEEPER THAN ALL THE OCEANS
IS WHAT WE HAVE
A BOND BETWEEN ME AND YOU
A BOND BETWEEN SUKI AND BELLA
TO MY BELLA
FROM YOURS AND ONLY YOURS SUKI
As I flash through the books and screens,
The plots take me to new terrains.
I experience a world beyond the reality,
where every image might as well be a fantasy.
I see visuals within my peripherals.
Can it be a hallucination?
Could it be more than a daydream?
Or am I blinded?
Blinded by an extreme desire to indulge myself.
Immerse myself in the perfectly bendable world.
Comfort myself through the ease of a dreamer's imagination.
The temptations to stay within its boundaries are immense.
A slight wind of displeasure sends me running back to the circle;
The circle where I have established a routine;
The routine that created my safe haven;
The safe haven of solitude and freedom.
But is it really freedom?
The fear I am avoiding;
The fear I am so afraid to face;
Can I ever be brave enough to withstand it again?
My circle has a shield;
A shield that is as strong as my fear.
I know I have to break it.
Maybe I can.
Maybe, someday.
I woke up forlorn and hollow inside of me
oh yes I was pretty darn melancholy
I was funky blue and my glass was totally empty
wanted to curl up into nothingness . . .
I took my dismal self to the bathroom
looking in the mirror I hated my hair
why did it have to be so long and lanky and bone straight
my eyes stared back at me blank
I should cut it (my hair that is) get some curls and volume
oh but I cannot do that my hair is my strength
I really dislike my face today . . .
I try on some different plastic smiles (lifeless)
someone told me yesterday I looked like a barbie doll
that's right- barbie with plastic bendable arms and legs
promise I won't move 'cause I am stiff plastic not pliable plastic
I want to kiss the person who invented hoodies
this wooden excuse for a girl is planning on hiding in one
with this river of hair and the hoodie I should be invisible to all
and any conversation will be futile and a waste of your time
oh that's just great dance class at 10- odd, I feel quite alive now . . .
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February 26, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/My Empty Plastic Smile
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9985-72-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
You're as bright as Education
Straight but bendable
You think with backup
You can recycle and retrieve memories
You define bravery
And your emotions speak
Your desire is classic deliverance
For you swim in deserts
And plant wisdom fruits
You climb space and find impossibilities
As you massage thousand of hearts.
You're a folded situation
With an inside out beauty
Your hand is a Miracle
That offers deliverance through writings
You're the white spot, in a dark room.
Strength of a Queen
As Queen Ann’s Lace sets in the field,
It reigns with great power among other florals
Wearing a crown centered and pronged
Beautiful lace falls all around.
It graces the others in a bouquet
And sturdy its stem must cut and not fray
Wire like strands bendable, strong,
Fragrance robust, pungent, and pronged.
No season it wanes, through sun, frost or snow
The Queen is still standing in degrees below.
She may not have lace in winter’s mid morn
But her crown stands atop the fields forlorn.
And though the winds blow, The Queen bends in grace
She knows that God, has given her this place.
That’s why she’s a Queen, her strength does not yield,
In spring she’s still there, a new bloom in the field.
I’ve stood in the field, I once was a Queen
I’ve weathered the storm that God’s given me.
My stem never broke, my heart never yield
For I stood with God in His loving field.
Democrats like Damocles Sword's imminent jeopardized positions of power hail her rise,
Decades of teamsters support, NO, Harris-Demos few endorsed her in the public's eyes,
Democrats today are like the Dixiecrats of Dewey's days are playing old-school, sex-race cards,
Repubs set in their ways, and Demos are bendable like what's his face got her on second base, charades.
He needed to win, expendable, same cards played, sex-(win over for the women voters) it is a given for the race.
D for Demos who are Distancing from Drunkards--her hidden card takes centerstage--loses face.
First line expounded of my original Pie-in-the-sky, and
the rest was a shot in the dark, played with dance cards.
*She can seek help if she don't slur her words on camera that she is,
being tailed., f0x learned from Di' lawsuit--pass the buck.
Repubs are no angels in this with Trumy-Dumpy on a ticket and not a wall, the third possible gallops in time with withdrawals TBA.
Hope resounds through my soul pockets as I hear Stairway to Heaven
There is more than one road to get there, the paths pliable like a willow
It is okay to reach for all that glitters, but even the songbird understands
Things change in a blink, so there are other ways to get our souls in tune
Rock and roll is one of them for me, it makes me feel light and lively
Ready to put on my wings and fly whatever direction God will take me
There might be signs on the wall, but they may mean different things
To you than to me, and that is okay, for the stairway is not stationary.
It is pliable, bendable, easy to reach in many directions. No absolutes.
The song gives me hope that even a sinner like me can get there,
Even if I take a less glittery, grittier path, so thank you Led Zeppelin.
One of the resourceful books unbeatable;
Children’s love, care and comfort biddable
Is none better than Reader’s Digest – capable.
Articles, reports, jokes and anecdotes audible;
All are present in it; all are undoubtable.
Changing the mindset of students capable
Is a new, systematic thing coachable.
Changing the world and its cannibal
Into the virtues and values bindable.
Explaining itself if anytime culpable;
And so is famous for being countable.
Teachers, parents, students ennoble
Reader’s Digest for not being enfeeble.
Leaders or followers who are like a crucible
Change their minds and be bendable.
Behaviour and conduct – key undoubtable
Will keep you atop, elevated, lofty and able.
Written: April 26, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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It comes in sizes
small
medium
large
In an array of styles
artistic
trendy designs
vibrant colors!
a chair is like a friend
you've always dreamed of
it's as refreshing as a soft breeze
it's there for us at any hour
in every nook and cranny
anywhere we need it
they are made for our backsides
offering a haven for relaxation
whether for reaching for stars
indulging
sleeping
loving
playing
eating
or whatever else your heart desires
just as the earth cradles us as our home,
a chair invites us to share our
stories
& experiences
It welcomes everyone
black
white
Asian
rich
poor
a celebrity
a politician
middle class
everyone fits
Imagine a world without a chair
life would be so tough
picture a chair nested in snow
or standing proudly on granite or marble
more than a bed
more than a stylish hat or cozy house—
a chair is uniquely designed for one thing:
to hold
It's a sanctuary for our quick and bendable souls!
My flexibility has been recorded by practically no one
Yet it is my greatest, most brilliant, terrific superpower.
I have moved thirty-seven times, and have had twenty-eight jobs.
Along for the ride were three daughters and a zoo of animals.
My husband used to come in and say “pack up, we’re moving.”
We moved dogs, cats, hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs, rabbits.
We moved and moved and moved and moved and moved.
I ended up attending over thirty colleges, some no longer than two weeks.
I am flexible, I told myself, I am bendable, I will not break. I will smile.
I jumped into new situations with enthusiasm, hope, eager to please.
I found friends, I volunteered, I played hard, I walked, I ran, I played hard.
Flexibility is my most obvious super power, and I have done well with her.
My product's diurnal, nocturnal,
Forever and aye, Eternal.
Rarer than a diamond coin,
Yet impossible to purloin.
Bendable, but won't break,
Though stretched till it ache.
Beloved of gods, high and mighty:
By the Lord of Hosts; and by Aphrodite.
Possessed by so very, very few;
Per Shakespeare--only by King Lear's Fool.
Priceless is its valuation,
Utterly immune to deflation.
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You know, I'd sell the world the TRUTH;
Yet were I to claim there's a buyer,
I'd be a true liar.