Best Beyond Belief Poems
Looking for love landed me in trouble
Life as I knew would soon burst like a bubble.
I was already 5 months along before my mother found out.
"It's too late for an abortion", she said with a shout.
Being just seventeen, I understood she was upset.
I didn't plan on this happening but I had no regret.
I thought she'll change her mind once the baby was born.
I see now I should have took her first reaction as a forewarn.
After a very long, hard labor my precious son entered the world.
The strongest love of all, a blessing...... my mind whirled.
My mother came to see us and uttered words from hell.
The worst being: "Look at the misery you have there now!"....my heart fell.
I was shocked, hurt and angry....my emotions were running wild.
I would protect my son and therefore would not let her touch my child.
I would spend the days and some nights at my boyfriends house, just to stay away.
After weeks of going back and forth my mother-in-law took pity and decided to let me
stay.
I was gone for three days when my mother called me with another verbal slaughter.
She stated: "I no longer have a grandson and you are no longer my daughter.
Those words were unexpected, I was so numbed, that all I could whisper was "OK".
A mother is supposed to love unconditionally, how unthinkable that it could turn out
this way.
For Carol Brown's 'Let Down' contest.
We think of riches as bags of silver and gold
that can buy whatever we choose
And that happiness will magically follow
and never more will we sing the blues
But in life there exists something of far more value
than money, cars and diamond rings
We often overlook it as such
as we are so enthralled with our many things
It can't be bought and sold like jewels
even though it is extremely rare
It comes from where, we do not know
but upon arrival it fills the air
The heart may pound and the words one utters
may make no sense in human terms
We are totally defenseless to its power
as our action quickly confirms
But once we succumb to its magic spell
the world takes on a vibrant glow
And suddenly all that mattered before
becomes lost in its ebb and flow
And all at once we realize that
we have been truly blessed from up above
Life's grandest treasure has come our way
as we have found that thing called love
Complacent, well being, in a covnant devil attitude.
Disdained, yet creep compliant in a socio-dick tated preferential,
Momentarily distracted, I give up my circumstance unreliant,
And predispose to and fro an ever present guilded conveyance, that of a
piss/poorance annointed leaving an abbreviated one ball boy to his
performance attoned inadequacy. Be free and effervescent non constrictive
blatant, unkind, showing an unannounced contrivance bewildering passive
through not no non drowned indifference portended in an interphase indepth fantasy only unknown to all nonpresent. keep me in your toilet thoughts and wipe me not. Flush is optional to an incongruent tilt, as to what is even/odd. tally the numbers as they unfold to your givens, procreatal, cofetal, linear all fetalfatal due to a stupid gynocolegical unfailing on yr part as a vaginal villian vying for a protaken promise of sillosociodomestico renderings that "alls well that ends well and I will do the right thing"?? White horse, kiss on the lips, silver slipper, midnight, poison apple from an ugly, sex deprived old witch *****, some young broad living with 7 dwarfs in the woods, and that's ok? Take your soured religion, your rituals, scriptures, sins, water, rules for entering heaven, sanctities, purifications, and everything else that really doesn't matter and cover yr head.
I live unannointed unbequeathed of anything holy and undemised. So I am a wallow rat, unworthy of any real measure of psalm pointed poingnacy; pronounced relevance of godlike pretense. Then let me be that of an unannounced west ender to the popular fray that is poised before me as I wander to the gate. I hope there's no dress code, I always have my shirt tucked in.
This is too bizarre to make up, and can only be in the USA;
Social Services sent me a letter
They would stop my services unless
I sent them a copy of
the letter they sent me
Bizarre? It gets weirder.
Henceforth, my case manager
requested from them,
A copy of said letter,
So she can send it back to them
No wonder I'm crazy.
In the meantime, all service halted,
all prescriptions unfilled,
And all logic out the window.
Only in America!
There once was a fellow from Leith
Whose habits were beyond belief,
He'd bathe in custard
Whilst gargling mustard,
Then play the spoons on his teeth.
Entry for
A Limerick, Old or New:
Your personal favorite Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
12/8/2019. Placed 3rd.
What about the body?
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Life is…a
Healthier body…
heal.their body…
..........x
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who's Lordes?
LordeeS ... I see
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Te kowhao ... "a hole"
The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature....
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whole realm
W hole real M
. of love.
Looking through a full fridge
And finding nothing worth my while
Not giving a second thought
To the skin and bone children
Drinking from a swamp
With great big smiles
There's nothing good on TV,
We eat at the same place everyday,
And by the way I'm bored out of my mind!
But a scared little boy sees it all
Far away from the comfort of this hypnotic box
He gave his share of scraps to his younger brother
While his entertainment is watching
God paint pictures in the sky
(I racked my brain
Searching for ways I should be upset
Ain't one good reason I could find)
It was yesterday
I found myself and grimaced
It was today I helped out a complete stranger
And thought
"How silly of me to think
That was all there was to it...
Nobody's ever just found, we run too frantically
For all that nonsense.
We do the best we can
For as long as we can.
Though selfish beyond belief
I do think there is still hope for me"
I smiled in awe at the discoveries
Tomorrow would bring
Blessings bring brilliant and bright hues
Boosting breaths of bashful balance
Beckoning beautiful beliefs to bring
Benefits to believers who blissfully
Blossom in buds of bounteousness
Blessings brighten beatitudes that bring
Brave and breathtaking breezes of
Bubbling, brisk benevolence to the
Brokenhearted who brim over with
Boundless, booming, bold brevity
Breathing blessings better known as
Beloved, blissful breaths from the Bible
One mint balloon dreams ceiling
to keep it from the sky, and
such balanced vision
steadies days by and by.
Until one day it takes a breath,
emboldened by greater sight--
one great sea has turned all gold from all the light.
With eyes turned desirous to float ever high,
one mint balloon adopts a new flight.
when all hope is lost
randomness regains control
~ time to befriend chance
Hope Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Syllable counter PS 5/7/5
01/04/2022
Have you ever felt a presence, in the shadows beyond the light?
Maybe a last impression, from a dark and lonely night.
A glimpse of the unexplained, in this world of ebb and flow.
Possibly a message sent, from another lost long ago.
Could there be some plane of existence, different from what we can see
A place our dead must traverse, sometimes felt by you and me.
Does our time here on this earth, end with our final breath?
Maybe there’s one last journey, in that hour beyond our death.
For too long we have been twirled about by mind
and we see now that we're still at the start line,
since thoughts orbit fears that grip us in their bind,
mirroring desire that let's us not align
with the pulse of innocence, joyful and kind,
being whispers of love that for love does pine.
In bondage to form and conditioned belief,
we're stirred by cry of soul, begging for relief.
Our body is merely dust, yet we are proud
of our ethnic group or method of worship;
religious intolerance, ignorance shroud,
employing rigid views, shooting from the hip,
doing more harm than good, cacophony loud,
denying all souls are forged from the same chip,
labelling God and fighting wars in His name;
dwelling in lower mind, which is a big shame.
Liking not what we see, yearning to be free,
as a rebel, a nerd, we renounce the herd,
simply choosing with throb of love to agree,
whereupon bliss within our pure heart is stirred,
and we’re then no longer tied to a mind tree,
for with whispers of conscience, soul has concurred.
Recognising the same sun shines upon all,
vaporised self is engulfed by a bliss squall.
Beyond belief, that's merely rooted in thought,
we imbibe God's love and light, which we cognise,
transcending fears and desires ego begot,
living in the now, ceasing to weigh and size,
reducing thereby feral cravings to naught,
beholding in wonder, bliss pulsations rise.
In time dissolved stillness, choosing to be still,
by God's bountiful grace, we heal and voids fill.
09-December-2022
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What I believe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Angela Tune
clarity is something that manufactures you.
all the meditation in the world makes you still,
but so does death, knowledge that comes from
being between life and death is the strongest mortar
for the bricks you would lay. Anyone can live,
Anyone can quit life anytime. It is the threshing,
those moments between life and death where
the grains of wisdom are separated from the chaff.
Two worlds collide in you: the inner world is
your tether to your God; the outer world,
a tether to your life. You may choose to follow
either lead, but you are the center of the pull
for each. Their tension is what gives you
your existence. It is also what makes each choice
inevitable. Mortality is a condensed version of infinity;
Cliff notes, so to speak: "to be or not to be".
Keep reading, but remember: words describe
existence. Beyond existence languages crumble.
There is a place that is beyond all belief. In this place
there is no need for knowledge. There is, in fact, no need.
There are teenagers knocking and ringing
the bells of the elderly nearby at night
waves of stealing cars and items of homes,
Clockwork Orange returns installing fear
but now it real and beyond belief
Armageddon near?
Rude Beyond Belief
Rude Beyond Belief
The boy was on his cell phone he had his one sided conversation going on hot
and heavy he said some loud rude song in my ear mostly gone from rude all day
long. The question was a surprise the driver told him quick just this time the time
but not the whichever bus and then the driver stepped out of his thinking box he
opened up his door surprising everyone “WHICH direction BOY?” The boy just
could not let go of phone he just said that a way like a Cowboy may say the Driver
was all man just looking to help someone the boy he was a mess not missing
conversation on his rude and blessed cell phone.
The Driver told him plainly I am the next bus going home the LAST bus the very
one in the direction of downtown. The boy looked super surprised wiping the
glaze out of his eyes Oh, he had surmised it He said this to the Driver “I am not
even listening to you I am talking to someone on my Rude Cell Phone. The Driver
was so sad as he hastened our departure as he closed the door eye heard them
gears change position in his thinking “That is what I get for helping someday eye
will learn to only drive the bus and not opine to someone speaking on a Rude
Cell Phone.