Best Billions Poems
Over eight billion balloons from the ground ready to race
Eyeing the sky, so high with God's grace
Countless balloons inflated with embrace
With air so filtered, ready to fly to leave a trace
Balloons of different colors
Colors that speak your words and decors
Different shades people love to gaze
Shades of you in many definitions of maze
One love balloon for each life that strives
One strong balloon over any obstacle that survives
One life for each happy balloon with high fives
One story for each good balloon that grows, smiles
and drives
THESE ARE THE HOURS OF OUR LIVES.
SECONDS FLYING BY,
MINUTES COUNTING BY,
ALL LEADING TO EACH CREATIVE MOMENT.
WE ARE NOT PAID BY THE MINUTE,
BUT INSTEAD ALWAYS CREATING EACH MOMENT,
OF OUR REALITY.
WHAT DO WE THINK AND
HOW DO WE FEEL IN EACH MOMENT?
WE ARE CREATIVE AND POWERFUL BEINGS,
LET US NOT FORGET THIS!
OUR DESTINY BELONGS TO THE STARS
WITH BILLIONS OF POSSIBILITIES.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
APRIL 2016
seventeen-year wait
cicadas’ sweet serenade …
tinnitus is cured
Living on my own,
I cause no one harm.
Living on my own,
I embrace the charm
Of living on my own
Like billions of stars
Quietly shining in their very own world.
From within the womb, we're subject
to the church's religious dogma.
And, labeled sinners before birth,
we're born with original sin.
Devious minds conspire to keep
naive believers groveling.
And under the pretext of love,
steal both their dignity and cash.
Sinners are defined as lost souls,
existing outside of prayer.
And anyone that questions what's
written in the holy scriptures.
How many Gods has Man died for,
and how many has He killed for?
And though religions preach blind faith,
it's not a sin to ask for more.
Religions try to patent God
because, to them, He's worth billions.
And yet, He lives free in our hearts,
responding to love, not worship.
(Blank Verse)
8/30/2015
McDonald's once counted burgers sold,
proudly posting the number on a big sign
outside of each of their restaurants.
It stopped when the number got too big.
(Would people not believe that
one-hundred and forty-seven billion,
nine-hundred and twenty-three million,
seven-hundred and fifty-six thousand,
three-hundred and eighty-nine
Big Macs, Quarter-pounders and
delicious double-cheeseburgers
had not been consumed, quelling
the hunger of the masses?)
Now the signs read simply,
"Billions and billions sold"--how prosaic!
So how may we count--
and post the number of souls in the world?
Looking at it in cosmic time,
souls are like fireflies,
flicking their luminescence,
on and off, on and off,
a moment of brightness is a lifetime:
a wondrous light show
in that black and fecund
sweet summertime evening
we call eternity....
Millions of dollars, and scietific study, may well be used
To re-create this big rumminent; buddies.' How its to be
Done.? I'd really like to know.' Like where will fresh enough
Bio-logical matterial be found? After so..' So many millions
Of years.?? Maybe Mary Schwitzer can show? us bout such a
Mystery though.? You see the facts are showing.' The story may
change to well.' a more Biblical timeline.? Yet let us await
Whats to be known.' I believe what was hidden will be
Brought forth.' Because we all.' must know God is still on His Throne.)
billions advance
most for fewest
none at best
arrest the rest
the wretches
naked and poor
scorched earth
superstar stretched
stretch limousine
king's lear jet
platinum chariot
to the office
or the party
not the office party
common still
loud commoners
some at any rate
least for most
trillions recede
30th September 2018
Billions of words fly around in my head-
In one lobe and out the other.
They escape before I can trap them in ink.
They break free through my skin,
And etch themselves into my surroundings;
Every memory now bears the beginning of a poem.
So much sleep I have lost over fluttery syllables-
Trying, failing,
To catch them with my faulty letter-fly net.
The holes are too big!
And so they soar out,
leaving me with the faintest longing;
For every single one I capture,
A dozen more escape,
Destined to run free.
Maybe I'll see them again someday,
Buzzing in the distance
Always evading my grasp.
At least they'll bother with me at all,
Even if they're flighty.
Stays and runaways are better than no words at all.
Too many billion people.
Still you don't have a couple.
No one notices you.
You still don't have a clue.
Too many billion singles.
Still you don't know how to mingle.
No one accepts you.
You still have to continue.
Too many billion chances.
Still you don't have partner to any dances.
No one cares for you.
Still you have to be true.
Too many billion men.
Still you're not taken.
No one but me, who loves you.
You are still free on what you want to do.
Creature of All things
Greater than The Unimaginable
Creates,Shapes,Makes
Saves, Takes, Lobe and All.
How Sweet and Savour
Comforting in all it's Ways!
Greater,Mighty One
Oh,Shabaloba Maker
Supportive,Cheers,Hallowed Way
Wey May Key To Thee
So Sashy, Lucky Abounding
Comforting,Sweet and Savoury King!
Billions of dandelions are welcoming spring
Along with the robins that sing, sing. sing
Said dandelions are a pain
Look colourful but quite vain
It'd take an act of God to get rid these ugly things
We're all individuals no two alike
In all the billion and billion of faces
You think to yourself how is this possible
But there's proof staring you in the face
'Tis quite spooky 'till you realize
Similar are not exactly the same
So therefore I rest my case
We're all individuals BUT no two alike
...spooky?
Billions of dandelions are welcoming in spring
Along with the robins and swallows that sing
Said dandelions are a pain
Look colourful but quite vain
It'd take an act of God to get rid these ugly things
5/1/15
Rains the color of vermillion tears
Across trillions of spheres
Dating back billions of years
And now there are that many civilians here
Even though millions disappeared
People looked at the land strange
Until the harshest sands came
And changed
Almost anything man made
During a different age
The plague
Rose with rage
Then put many in the grave
Underneath terrain with barely any shade
They say anything is possible
Yet still we face so many obstacles
That have yet to be solvable
In a place so phenomenal
By: Dalton Ogletree