Best Bev Poems
LOVE ANGER DEATH AND GUILT
Blog was A young girl who was
Still at school
Everyone loved Blog, she
Was nobody’s fool,
In fact her peers regarded as really cool.
She was determined to learn,
Her mom an alcoholic and her dad
Hooked on drugs,
She was determined to take a stern
Turn in her life, her brother also in jail,
She tried harder and harder, she was
She not going to fail!
She finished school and graduated with
Excellent grades for college,
By now an eighteen year old,
With a surplus of knowledge!
She was popular from the start,
And met a wonderful young man
Brad, who was the love of her life,
Cupid sent an arrow like a dart,
Straight through Blog’s heart!
Within months they became a
Well known item,
They were always together
From Christmas day when
They met, until the
Following Autumn.
But something was troubling Blog,
Brad seemed to be too friendly
With Beverly,
At every
Spare moment that they got,
They were together,
He seemed to be infatuated with
Her a lot!
However,
Brad and Blog were still together
And spoke of becoming engaged,
But one day Blog saw Brad kiss Bev
On the cheek,
At this she became totally outraged!
She had failed an exam, and now this,
What a week!
Blog was going to speak to
Brad that same night,
At her house on a bench outside,
She knew the moon would be bright.
But something dreadful happened
That wasn’t right,
Blog felt an omen, a bad vibe came
Over her, the phone rang, it was Beverly
She just cried and cried,
On his way to Blog, Brad collided
With another car and instantly died!
Blog was devastated, so shocked
Yet not a tear.
She felt guilty that she thought bad
Of Brad,
After his funeral having a cup of tea
With Beverly, Blog understood
Beverly was Brads cousin,
She wanted to get up and flee,
so embarrassed was she,
Now she cried tear after tear!
Brad and I held a secret from you,
Said Bev, we were planning a second
Year anniversary party for you two!
But it wasn’t to be,
Bev and Blog looked up at a starry sky,
And Saw a star twinkle, Brad would wink
With his right eye,
Which secretly between
Blog and Brad, meant I love you,
Her wink was bad, as she sent a message
Back to Brad - I love you too!
She searches through his remnants
Trying to find her broken pieces
Had she been important to him?
She finds a single piece of yellowed paper
Her name written in his elegant hand
Those hands that had held her once
Strong hands
She had felt safe in those hands
Unaware of his weakness,
his lacking
Why had he left?
She kept looking though drawers and boxes
Feverishly searching for answers
Only one photo
Taken so very long ago
Proof that they had been part of his life
The proof felt like a knife
Those young faces smiling at her
Blissfully unaware of what was to come
Daddy was leaving
He wasn't coming home again
She hands the photo to her sister
There must be more
She keeps searching
Unaware of what was important to him
Wanting more clues
Answers
Reasons
Another piece of paper
Her sisters name with her children listed underneath
The grandchildren he never got to know
She can't help wonder
Why were they not enough
And she realizes it was his lacking
It was never theirs
There was nothing they could have done
They could not be better girls
Happier girls
Good enough girls!
He was broken
Lonely long before them
His remnants scattered
Indecipherable
She looks at her sisters
They cry together
Sad for the loss of what they did not have
Yet beneath the tears they smile
Holding each other's delicate hands
For they possess a strength he never had
They have stayed together
Loved each other
Carried each other's burdens
Resilient
Loving
Caring
They have survived
If he had known them
He would have been so proud
Dedicated to and inspired by Bev Smith.
by: Eric L. Boddie
"A History Of..."
As it has come to be
Foundations of slavery define my destiny
Relentless jealousy continues our oppression
Only the Black American is subject to such obsession
African American, naw, I prefer black myself
Me being a native to America ever since my first breath
Every act of discrimination, every possible form of abuse
Reflections of the Word Of God being just one excuse
In actuality, only hate can bestow such cruelty upon a fellow man
Can you imagine your mother tortured with observation as your only stand
And that is the history that I and others like me must endure
No humanity exists in my ancestors being three fifths of a human and that's for sure
Something wicked has been revealed....after all, my people are continuously killed.....
written: August 16, 2015
contest: Tragedy in Black
sponsor: Bev Smith
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Quick with the praise
Sets my heart all ablaze
Dear Bev always makes me as happy as poop!
© Jack Ellison 2015
before I start please allow me to say
that if you don't see your name, please have no dismay
but I just had to write it this way....
everyone here is inspiring....at least to me....
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by: Eric L. Boddie
If only Dr. Upma A. Sharma had seen
That Ligella Mandraki was an Angel with Broken Wings
Then her complaint could have been resented
And for whatever her need, she could let Emile Pinet
Because Robert Lindley and Catie Lindsey had plans for The Lyric
Poet Destroyer....A wordsmith like me just wouldn't hear it
So I sought out the Bev-Smith, she creates irons to Beautify the hair
But I only found Lycia, Harding a journey I thought was so fair
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Who said his very first words, which was simply, "Alexis? Young"
Maybe this was a warning, I mean it's not right to Skat A child
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to be continued.....
Battle of the Sexes??
Amorphous metrosexuals haggling over who’s going to hold the bags.
Sight seeing
Never ask directions of a man standing naked in a kayak
Hick up
Whiskey never asks permission of the permissive.
So sew
Thirty-three thimbles teetered on the table top.
Knothead
He drove the nail from one side of town to the other.
John G. Lawless
12/10/2015
submitted to – One liners 6,7,8,9,10
sponsor – Bev Smith
If you were here,
This is what I would do.
Hold you very near,knowing you would like to.
If you were here
This is what I would say,
I would whisper in your ear.
I love you every day
If you were here
This is how I would feel
My eyes will fill of tears
I know is can not bev real.
Oh guide us eagle spirit
towards our newborn spring
Lend your wings for our safe
passage, your voice we'll
follow as you sing
From your birdseye view, our
food and shelter we will gain
over mountains through our valley's
your wings beat loudly on the plain
Shadow us from danger, give us
flight on wings wind-swept
carve the light through
rained on forests, soar the
plateaus steer the steppes
Once spotted land for living, tip
your left wing then your right
we shall bless and name your
spirit 'Soaring Eagle Fear No Flight'
This is picture inspired by my favorite artist.
Her name is Bev Doolittle and she creates
amazing illusion works of art/ Mostly native american.
It is up to the viewer to stand back and find the
image(s) within her paintings.
This painting is called 'Season Of The Eagle'
But i put my own title to the poem i was inspired to write.
(Quatorzain)
Outside my window The earth shakes.
Loud roars of thunder crash as the lightening blinds my vision;
Nordic Gods warring in the darkened sky outside my window.
Outside my window The rain falls.
Raindrops form rivulets on the glass in the torment that rages;
Ever changing images through slow movie frames outside my window.
Outside my window The wind blows.
Limbs of trees create ghostly dances to the melody of the storm;
Star crossed lovers reach with leafy hands for longing embrace outside my window.
Outside my window The Flowers bloom.
Sweet Night Blooming Jasmine shivers in the cool damp air;
Beauty, fragility, strength outside my window.
People in the distance meandering aimlessly through the night.
Life goes on outside my window.
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(Free Verse for Contest)
Outside my window The earth shakes.
Loud roars of thunder crash as the lightening blinds my vision;
Nordic Gods warring in the darkened sky outside my window.
Outside my window The rain falls.
Raindrops form rivulets on the glass in the torment that rages;
Ever changing images through slow movie frames outside my window.
Outside my window The wind blows.
Limbs of trees create ghostly dances to the melody of the storm;
Star crossed lovers reach with leafy hands for longing embrace outside my window.
Outside my window The Flowers bloom.
Sweet Night Blooming Jasmine shivers in the cool damp air as people hurry by;
Beauty, fragility, strength. Life goes on outside my window.
09/27/15
James Inman
OUTSIDE MY WINDOW : NEW POETS ONLY CONTEST-1st Place
Bev Smith
10/8/2015
Roads and Romans
Poem 1 Roads
Poem 2 Romans
Two poems by Bev Smith and Arthur Vaso
Form: Double Inverted Verse
Please read the poem “Roads” by Bev Smith first!
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/roads_672480
In fact the best way to read these poems are side by side.
Romans
As our journey begins
We never look back
Roman soldiers march only forward
To
New worlds and conquered lands
We travel with
Swords and hearts
Naively believing
Both are needed
To feed our lies
We learned
Lessons of greed and condescension
Others wept
As we flaunt our power
Yet we gave back many good deeds
Laws and roads
Wine and dreams
Truth or deceptions
We haunted them all
Saddled with civilization
We gave culture and art
Yet I the soldier still wonder
The right of our cause
Taking these tranquil moments
So that I gaze back to our past
Confirmations abound
On balance we advanced our faith
To better this precarious world
To discover life’s heartbeat
Every road we marched
We advanced the human cause
We seek
To expand
The Roman Empire
For Bloody Caesar
If love is just a game we need a referee
If SEX is just a game I want instant replay
She stole my heart and as a result, I became a heartless person
SO, when I asked her to have a heart she said “Heck no, I already got two!"
I was captured and tortured in The Battle of the Sexes but must admit I rather enjoyed it
*Submitted for the contest 'When One Line is Never Enough' sponsored by Bev Smith
1. How can we wear jeans to cover our skin, if our skin is made of genes?
2. If football is played with the hands is handball played with the feet?
3. Poetry and Gymnastics are holding hands because they are head over heels in love.
4. Sunsets cannot be unbiased as they are naturally one-sided.
Battle of the sexes
5. The battle can only be won, if either one, bonds the pieces of peace together.
John Derek Hamilton
December 10,2015
For one liner contest
Sponsored by Bev Smith
Outside My Window
I sit on Dad's heavenly bed as I pen this write
The mournful heart looks outside
The window which for the moment is mine
I view with his eyes and the heart inflates
The orchard is blooming ready for fruiting, but
The hedges look wild while lawn's not mowed
His cane chair is empty while mother is beside
The newspaper lies folded on the tea-tray with specs
The tangerines in pots dangling near to death
None to tell my brooding dear mother
'Preserve them in bottles before the season is out'.
FOURTH
Balveen Cheema
September 12, 2015
Contest: Outside My Window
Sponsor: Bev Smith
The Dark Obsession - for contest
Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for violence and ruthless destruction
Obsession of supremacy so dreadfully corrosive
Mad spree to hoard guns and WMDs,
Innocents or criminals, men or animals,
shudder with fear all that has life!
Collossal apocalypse of terror-waves ...
Atrocious erosion of moral and social fabric
Grotesque grimace at the principle of
universal brotherhood that underlies all our
holy scriptures!
Oppressed n' suppressed are the weak n' unequipped
Belligerent, pugnacious mindset mobilisation to bring
vitriolic ripping n' decaying of global peace
Peaceful waters turned filthy black with terror,
boils in the furnace to give to the globe a
shower of hot flowing blood!
Amicable contemplation to assassin this obsession
would bring no wars, no terrorism but peace!
Sustainable peace assured for the eternity!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
glossary:
WMD- Weapons of Mass Destruction
For contest: The tragedy of black
sponsored by: Bev Smith
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Written on: 18th August 2015