Best Besides Poems
FISHING
Besides love men need fishing,
And for both, most are wishing,
Catching trophies chosen best,
To be envied by the rest.
Fishing is a game of sport
Loved by all, both tall and short.
We must fool the fish’s eye,
If we plan to stir and fry,
Some use boats while others wade,
As they fish the sun or shade.
Ice-cold drinks help pass the day,
While life’s troubles fade away.
Most men feel they've everything,
With their rod, hook, cork and string.
Be it river, pond or lake,
We all pray our line won't break.
By Tom Zart
Besides all that you perceive
Exists all that you believe
Behind all your schemes
Exists all your dreams
Below all your responsibilities
Exists all your possibilities
Beyond all that is true
Exists all that is you
Besides you
Nothing ever heals
Never this
Bleeding heart will rejuvenate
New girls bandage me
But these sores still fester
Never scabbing over
Jaded this trust we did desecrate
Over time I thought the hurt grows lesser
And I'm wrong.
You;
I cant replace
With another
Or others. Long lists of disappointing lovers.
Nothing, or no one can satisfy
Or fill this hole - that losing you left this life.
I Lost polarity of my soul
Please don't make a final decision
Please reconsider mending
My family. My one ambition.
-END- (July 15 2007)
dedicated to the love of my life
(JRT + MJD 4EVER)
I owned a goofy Pointer,
as goofy as can be;
He wasn't worth a quarter,
'cause he'd only point at me!
I took him on a hunting trip,
to shoot a lousy duck;
I didn't feel too well that day,
of all the rotten luck!
Way out in the wetlands,
Went "quacks" from a 100 feet;
"Go point 'em out, ol' boy!"...I said,
"Bring daddy home some meat!"
He darted in one direction,
as far as my eyes could see;
He made a sudden turn,
Came back and pointed at me!
Oh what a "BLEEPIN" goof up,
he was pointin' without a care;
Little did I know behind me,
was a big ol' ugly bear!
I could hear its heavy breathing,
this bear was fresh from a cave;
I bolted like a track star,
Quicker than a runaway slave!
I dropped my beloved rifle,
this beast was on our heels;
We dashed across a shallow creek,
To my truck at the top of a hill!
Safe inside of our pickup,
I put the pedal to the floor;
That bear was kissin' bumper,
as the rain began to pour!
My Pointer's dead and gone now,
though smarter than he'd pretend;
We'll meet once more in the afterlife,
he truly was a man's best friend!
Besides love men need fishing,
And for both, most are wishing,
Catching trophies chosen best,
To be envied by the rest.
Fishing is a game of sport
Loved by all, both tall and short.
We must fool the fish’s eye,
If we plan to stir and fry,
Some use boats while others wade,
As they fish the sun or shade.
Ice-cold drinks help pass the day,
While life’s troubles fade away.
Most men feel they've everything,
With their rod, hook, cork and string.
Be it river, pond or lake,
We all pray our line won't break.
Damned soul that it is a cursed spirit
wandering and weeping in such darkest sleep
No one near to comfort this sort of wretch
in between the ethereal and the now
Tombs of the people that have left me for naught
As I am getting older and weary,their faces have I suddenly forgot
Where is the Friend who gave birth to this Man
In another land or some dimension level that Is un mistakenly familiar?
If so then a bright spiritual beam should surround this vaudeville sphere of
a jubilant and haughty angel,giving comfort to the babes in need thereof
As for me,there is no light that guides my sight
I am alone in the wilderness without forests,
nor trees,
or an animal of the creator's touch
It is a O plane absolute
These feet cannot roam for the destination is not clearly shown
Crickets that nightly chirp for the wandering lovers
Are not heard to be recognized because sound is nonexistent
I can hear the thoughts of my mind though
Even if the silent void is taunting
Laughing without a physical presence,perhaps?
it is with deep regret that I am imprisoned eternally
Without concrete walls
nor a prison door
Here I exist
just a shadow and nothing more
Laying besides air
I see you that are not there
and I know it’s not because you don’t care,
it’s just that you can’t be everywhere.
And it’s so quiet and still
I try to make you appear by an act of my will,
but, I know that other side will be empty until
you’re strength returns and your place you can fill.
Laying besides air
doesn’t keep your knight from trying to care,
he just wants to love you in this life that doesn’t seem fair,
he loves you in all his travels here and there.
He waits desperately in both shadows and sun
because he knows for himself that you’re the only one,
and this is one battle of the heart that can only be won
with your love and the love of God’s only Son.
2010
write a poem
make it rhyme
catch a word
out of time
trap it
wrap it
serve it up?
have it read?
boxed like that
is it dead?
limit thought?
how absurd!
why do that
to a word?
rehearse
free verse
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from book of crones by kj hooten, 1996
During the years that I had lived
many friends I have had;
some nice, some good, some bad...
ah! being friendless is very sad!
Beside family...who else
will remember what I've achieved,
perhaps a stranger reading
my works too lucid and intense?
I have honored many unnotorious folks like humble mother,
and the ones who have touched me in ways nobody has...
having been an innovator, not much of a shaker,
readers will uncover the true meaning of my writings.
Besides family...who will take time to read them twice?
Have I moved, inspired and changed them in several minutes?
That could be so true by the interest they have shown in the poems
I've written and my wish is that they have found that voice!
I seek no praises or laurels for my creations with words so intuitive,
and if an ode were dedicated to me....so very honored I wouldl be!
It's not being naive...not to have realized it and be crowned with victory;
and in any respectable way they wish to remember me, it's their prerogative.
Spring's bike ride, summer
Swim, bunching fall's leaves, and skate
a snowy winter.
Prophets describe God as a spirit dwelling in infinity,
transmitting thought of salvation and serenity
to anyone who's truly faithful and humble not leading a sinlful life;
even Noah, the holiest among men, wondered what He looked like!
Besides being holy is a father to us whatever our need maybe,
He allows anyone to enter His temple regardless of race;
He can be harsh when angry, forgiving to all including me...
come to His house, bring the purest heart and sing a praise.
The God of the Bible was a father to Jesus and now to us:
He listens to prayers and if we are worthy of entering His temple,
He'll answer them when our burden gets heavier and unbearable...
why many abandon Him by not letting patience work wonders?
A thirst in heart
A soul again to see
By moonlight-sweet,
Besides thee to lie
Side by side
Eye in eye
Hand in hand.
By morn's light-bright
Besides thee to wake.
Forever,besides thee
Wish I,to stay.
We long for arms to hug us
when nobody is willing to give up
a minute of their invaluable time;
a consoling embrace, a sympathetic look
can bring much empathy to our tears
and replace what others took
from us having stripped us of all pride,
but not of the unceasing will to rise!
Besides love and its fortitude,
everything else appears small;
we must declare it to all
and it will change hearts,
lifting them to another altitude...
becoming floating balloons!
We learned from mother
those incredible strengths
to confront life's strifes
and they became instincts
protecting our inheritance,
guiding us with prudence;
the older we got, the grayer
we saw the strands of our hair.
Besides love and its fortitude,
glory and power are the aspirations
of plebeians who weren't born to govern others
and feed their ego with conceivable anger:
knocking down everybody standing
in their way, woe to the one rebelling,
not complying with their rules of disdained platitude;
and certainly, death can be a sure thing as his fear.
Through a hole I see
Moon and sea beauty collide
Inspiring my heart.
Chilled right by my side
I can now hear the waves sound
Hurling its spree.
Mountain at my left
Standing like pyramid
Bringing rays of hope.
Full moon is hiding
Behind cumulus thick cloud
Beauty shy my eyes.
the nut did not fall far from the tree but it died to bring forth much fruit now full of almonds behold so happy seeds be kind to those of another suit but for the grace there go I the truth