Best Big Ideas Poems
BIG IDEAS
UNG!!!! Fire was the big idea
Flaming Woolly Mammoth on a hot stick
OHH!! The wheel was the big idea
Woolly Mammoth are heavy
Caves were the big idea
Condos of cohabitation.
Cave Drawings were the big idea
Decorative stories
Road Trips were the big idea
Keep moving with the food
Evolution was the big idea
Creatively adapt to change
Music was the big idea
Drums and whistles and chants
Dance was the big idea
Moving in the fire’s glow
Words were the big idea
The poetry of survival
Texting was the big idea
Messages scratched on a wall
Moving out was the big idea
UNG!!! Take fire with you
John G. Lawless
5/17/2015
SUBMITTED TO – WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Lyric Man
SUCH BIG IDEAS
White man lies.
He is just a crack among the flies.
He is not blowing any minds.
He must know that the lives he contradicts despise him.
His stance is he is walking for a cause.
He states that it is illegal to discriminate against White folks.
He expresses that White people conceived the country they reside within.
Therefore, all others are here as a privilege.
White man lies.
He is a crease cracked amidst the blow flies.
He has contradicted lives to stay minds.
His setting is social injustice.
His conflict is those who desire social justice.
Affirmed now is his actions of racism and profiling.
White man, from me to you, your cause is to destroy.
If not, why do you negate any life strong?
When law is not applied, this hurts all.
Evidently, you do not understand that structure is formed.
Your belief is that you can just ignore the truth told.
Thus, never to reform the rights that has been removed.
White man, white man, white man wake-up!
You do not own the world and the world you live in is moving on toward your downfall.
That is the reality of what has been done.
Such big ideas were not ever to be.
The United States of America represents diversity.
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Written 5/16/2016!
Mend the life set before me--
change can be good, a fresh start
Call a repairmen, it is salvageable--
Sever the old ties, new and improved!
Struggles come and go, inner turmoil stagnant this life
Struggles between good and evil
Self improvement desired but laziness overcomes
Spirit of a warrior and muscles of a powder-puff
Change, change, CHANGE!!!
Never was good enough anyway.
Big ideas, that won't come to fruition.
Pain and weakness are your closest friend, closer than a brother.
Death creeps vermicular upon us all.
Continue to walk the road less traveled until the journey's end.
The Martin family lived in a rented house across from us,
and some of the kids were forced to sleep in a converted bus.
There were thirteen kids ‘hell raising’; every one I got to know,
but the two I hung around with were Alec and his brother Joe.
Joe was not a handsome looker but did very well at school,
he scored high marks in sums and would never play the fool.
Joe worked odd jobs around the town and was careful with his money,
but Alec who was my age - well, he was not a clever ‘bunny’.
Alec led Joe on a merry dance long before he’d turned eighteen,
and he always carried big ideas, leaving Joe to fix his dream,
then walked away to tramp the country with a swag and billy,
while Joe built a horse stud from just one stallion and a filly.
For some years Alec drifted ‘round; every day he lower sank,
while Joe had made his fortune with a million in the bank.
A call from Alec was expected but not about some outback cup.
He'd entered Joe’s stud stallion a week before he’d rang Joe up.
I was working for Joe now and heard the scream of "Bloody Alec!"
And when Joe hung up the phone he was looking pale and sick.
"I won’t send him my stallion but one you’re better ‘backin’ me’.
I'll send him that flamin’ pensioned hack bound for the knackery.”
Two days driving dusty roads, Joe’s driver pulled onto the roadside.
He went behind to check the float and found the poor old horse had died,
but being paid to do the journey, Joe’s driver kept on driving anyway,
AND he left the horse with Alec and told Joe the tale next day.
Some time went by without contact, then a surprise for Joe one day.
A cheque arrived to him from Alec with a note that had him say,
"Thank you Joe for that old horse; it surely changed my luck it did.
Even though it never got to run I still made two thousand quid.”
"Two thousand flamin’ quid!" Joe pondered - "But the bloody horse was dead!"
Joe rang Alec who declared, “It couldn’t race, so I raffled it instead.”
“What’s that you say!” Joe asked. “You raffled it! But didn’t anyone react.”
"Sure" Joe replied, "The winner did - so I gave him his dollar back.”
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Bring back the astute listeners
to old rooms with fireplace smoke.
Ears open and widening hope
Big ideas going for broke.
Bring back the wise travelers
with their wild gestures and bright eyes
Hearts scarred and penetrating scope
Stories flowing strewn with lies.
Bring back the faithful apprentice
with their youth and much to prove
Hands calloused and ascending slope
Excellent craftsmen on the move.
I Pity the Poor Protester
as he tries to make his case
discredited at every turn
by the ones who run this place
now he’s got some big ideas
with new tools in his hand
and he still can’t put it down in words
that they will understand
CHORUS
To cut these iron chains
Tear down the old machines
Will take more than words
Will take more than dreams
I Pity the Poor Protester
as he takes his virgin punch
in the basement of his enemies
while his friends are out to lunch
and if his idealism turns to hatred and disgust
he’ll be no stronger, and no longer
someone you can trust
but if he’s genuine
to shake him from his cause
will take more than fists
will take more than laws
CHORUS
I Pity the Poor Protester
I really wish him well
though his message may be muddled
it rings clear as a bell
for through his growing network
if you read between the lines
injustice comes in many forms
and comes too many times
he’s losing everything
some have too much to lose
I Pity the Poor Protester
now whose side do you choose?
Make a list of objects worthy of merit
They must sparkle in the dark
Glow in the light of day
And cost you your life if lost
No diamonds or gold permitted
Fossils are prohibited from all lists
Only things from alien worlds will do
Coded and wet in small letters
Get started right now
And when you are through
Submit the list in triplicate
Go to the next general in compartment Q
Big ideas will be extinguished there
If you are not included in the paper
It is no big deal
We will handle you and the list later
It’s an alien thing
Created on 5/19/15 for “WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!” – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Lyric Man
THE INVISIBLE BAN
I’ve known so many men who’ve left and I prayed they’d never come back
And then there is this one dude who left the North and traveled down south
He carried his meager belongs in a bag akin to Santa’s Xmas sack
He’s a dude who has never learned to shut his foolish mouth
He thinks himself wise yet he’s nothing but a fool
So he stands on a corner begging people’s ear
He uses his mouth as a rusted and useless tool
For he has nothing to say which people want to hear
They’ve heard the same things in a thousand different ways
Like Chicken Little and his assertion that the sky will fall
He begs the people to look up for he is a pious man who devoutly prays
Yet all of these people are wise enough to ignore his call
He’s got big ideas, a big mouth and won’t keep quiet on a bet
No one likes him as they try to avoid what they hear and see
He thinks himself so smart yet he has trouble with the alphabet
And I know he’s ignorant because that man is me
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
He wasn't such a bright kid,
big ideas filled his head...
my advice was always useless,
see him now in his madness!
He thought he was a genius,
flashing hundred dollars bills as fools,
and spending money on silly things,
he didn't appreciate their worthiness.
And worst of all, he quit his job as salesperson
and baby-sits his baby all day to prove his fatherly affection;
his fiance works nights to bring home the bread:
is this teen a responsible young man or a knucklehead?
An attractive young lady shouldn't be allowed
to work in places where temptations abound,
or where danger lurks behind the stools of a bar
as drunken customers can lure anyone and drive far.
Does anyone, sane as me, see this teen's foolishness;
and what your advice would be in a matter such as this?
Am I judging him wrong? Should I look away and approve
his naive thinking by helping him increase his criminal groove?
Written for Natalie:) The Rouge Rhymer's contest,
" Genius or Criminal "
Little moments; big ideas; grand schemes and flops!
Intimacies shared; secrets held; pennies saved in a box.
Friends laughing; enemies kept close; bills; brooms and Mops.
Every breath a different thing; a rose; a bird; or an Ox!
We were tight — we were thick as thieves
Only we didn’t quite know it then
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your only kind of friend
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Became unwitting belligerents in our war
In Pikersville —
We were small-time
But we had big ideas and big words
In Pikersville —
Strictly small-time
The chosen steer marked out from the herd
Now, a generation or more is passed
And we’ve reared up our own
To take up the Piker mantle, once again
To walk the casual hallways
In our glorious institutions
And glow like stars in a constellation of friends
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Were drafted as belligerents in our war
Small town — small change — full of big ideas
I Stare in the Mirror
I stare in the mirror and what do I see?
An old man with rheumy eyes looking at me.
Who is this old codger, this balding old shell,
Who cannot remember what it’s like to feel well?
Where is the vibrance, the get up and go?
Why are his movements so painful and slow?
Who stole his glowing skin, his dark flashing eyes,
His derring-do, courage, his sense of emprise?
What happened to big ideas? Future? Ambition?
Why do his joints fight a war of attrition?
Why can he see clearly adolescence long past,
When he cannot remember the thing he ate last?
It doesn’t make sense, I don’t recognise him,
With his belly and baldness and weakness of limb.
No! That mirror’s a liar, whatever I see.
Whoever that old man is, he can’t be me!
"Candy Rock"
"Suck on my brain
like a lollipop,
fond regards"
she says,
"hard as
Candy Rock"
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Nude” / Radiohead
https://youtu.be/7XBXl1jWSnY
“You paint yourself white
and fill up with noise
but there’ll be something
missing...”
LYRICS/ “Nude”, Radiohead
https://genius.com/Radiohead-nude-lyrics
"Now that you feel it
You don't
You've gone off the rails
So don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen..."
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/celluloid_intermezzo_indigo_1011352
and you register with all the temp agencies that you can,
because there are no permanent jobs anymore---
there may have been when you started working at the plant,
but all those possibilities have dried up
with the rest of the well---
and while at home,
you watch the television,
seeing the pretty politicians in their clean & expensive suits
speak of all their big ideas,
which if you elect them in the oncoming year,
they will make all your dreams come true---
but you’ve lived long enough to know that
“the american dream” is nothing more than the maggot-ridden
excrement that pops out of the mouths of those with
money,
when they ramble on about how this is
the greatest country in the world.
unlike them, whose pockets will continue to be filled,
you have alcoholism,
divorce, spousal abuse,
substance abuse, and maybe even
homelessness to look forward to---
and like anyone,
all you wanted was to be happy---
you took it upon yourself to make your money &
follow the rules of the country that you lived in---
you fulfilled all your obligations,
you lived up to all your responsibilities,
you walked the straight line,
you did just what you were supposed to do.
if only any of that mattered.
"LUCID DREAMS"-
Sorting out these ever pressing thoughts that are QUITE overwhelming,
As I try to piece together a puzzle, where the picture on the box is clearly missing!
Some things add up to nothing,a reality proven often times so unreal,
Looking Through the Looking Glass yet the picture remains unclear.
My world ,and yours, are definitely so inconsistent. Reality is light that only flickers in the distance. Deciphering fact from fiction,
As well as struggling with addiction.
Rebuilding a decent human being with all these tiny pieces of a heart.
Which come to think of it, probably never even was a whole from the start!
Road blocks and stop signs, are distractions to me once again.
Reality often slips my mind, becoming like a long lost friend.
If I want to see things to change, I have to change how I see things.
Life is a like a lucid dream, where perception evades me.
How can we stay true, in a world full of so much deception?
Dreams of happiness is what I'm aiming for, but it's hard to look at my own reflection !
Big Ideas, plans, and goals, all drawn up with good intent.
Sometimes I need someone to help me reinvent.
This person that I am, yet I also am so unsure of.
Who I've become, from where I was all because....
Of shattered pieces of a soul that is desperate to start anew.
Just a few complications when trying invision what i want to do.
I see a version of me I WANT to be, with out a shadow of a doubt.
BUT I'LL need faith in God and prayer, cus that's what it's all about!
Absorbing, changing, and learning as I go.
Aiming to become my best, once again a whole.
Aligning my inner being, with the light that shines from within my soul ..
So, here I go as I continue on....
in this lucid dream of life and fun
Letting go but relax... because this time ,Gods in control!
-"LUCID DREAMS"-
BY BRANDI CUNERTY