Best Blunders Poems
Years ago, you found me grounded with wings afraid to fly.
Toting smiles and wants of note, you paused to view my sky.
Was soon that I thought once, and you concurred twice,
that merging our styles would make a love themed paradise.
Years confirmed our intangible wares of mutual shares.
Even our highs and lows equally sighed with visual cares.
I never grew concerns about thunder, so I did not feel around,
poke or peek under for shudders from lightening blunders.
I saw no clue stains for panic in any cracks of tragic.
Then, at my joy’s peak in romance’s security streak,
you turned cold and scowled, ice water endowed.
Stayed confusion hovered in my same daily clouds
as your words and actions rose into caustic attacks.
My full tears left clear tracks, but my world swirled black.
Trapped in walls with love's silt, my once full heart spilt
as your cold face growl tilted me with its cruel wilt.
Bones gone, feelings stung and laid me on our bed you built.
Sob chokes watched hopes darken and fall on our quilt.
I heard your shoes sounding the harsh retreat of a final leave.
My reality undone, I spun inside a brutal, nightmarish tide.
My shivers surged frail coldness, exposing me as clueless.
In my mind, fantasies fumbled seeking a stronghold.
I beseeched memories to transition into numbing flakes
that would deaden all my grieving from this love mistake.
I am convinced clear thinking requires effort
While anyone can come up with a bummer
But many do, when cornered, as a last resort
And we all do occasionally spit out a “dumber.”
I’ve found it painful but wise to bite my tongue
Still, I’m rather prone to foot-in-mouth disease
My folks taught me better when I was young,
Not to say things that make others ill-at-ease.
Their sincere efforts apparently did not take,
For too often I say precisely what's on my mind.
I’ve never been accused of being a phony or fake
Though, occasionally, I say things out my behind!
Written August 17, 2022
God of creation, working wonders,
who carved beauty out of blunders.
Your voice created a special spark
out of a domain deep and dark.
The morning stars are a signal fire
of Your bliss and burning desire.
The Sun tells of Your pure passion
to cloth creation with compassion.
When at night I see the full moon,
I catch a glimpse of Your big boon.
The countless clouds up the skies
cannot steal the apple of Your eyes.
You make the oceans rise and roar.
You make sparrows sing and soar.
The waterfall tells of your wealth
and billows bask in your breath.
The rocks sings in silence rhythms,
the hills praise you in solemn hymns.
If nature trembles at your presence,
to be like them is my very essence.
Inspired by "So Will I (100 Billion X)" By Hillsong Worship
Neverland...Nevermore
Captain Hook, no longer fears.
Hoodwinked, with crocodile tears.
Supergoof of Superman
Free falling -there was no escape.
The man of steel forgot his cape.
Mirror of Irony
Snow White turned, red as an apple, once upon a time.
Choking on the evil queen’s reflection, was her crime.
False Teeth
A dentist promised Dracula, false teeth, after his ferocious attacks.
He crafted a perfect bite of incisors, too bad they were made of wax.
The old Grim Reaper, everlasting gate keeper
Lies waiting like a cannibal ‘round the bend,
For every kind of soul turning this life frigid cold
On the other side of memories, family and friends.
While praying to our gods and hoping against all odds
To feel, touch and smell the scent of rose,
Beyond this life full of wrong and right
Until the cock begins to crow.
While withering away, day by deciduous day
In the glory and beauty of it all,
‘Till ending in wonder of our dreams, triumphs and blunders
New babies cry, birds fly, and tides rise and fall.
Inescapable to the end, dire enemy or best friend
Now seeking for the solace of Divine,
Love, strength and grace to help us dance and face
The bittersweet soulful journey beyond time.
© Terrell Martin, (First poem composed this year: 01/05/2025)
Lazy rain mown lawn
plenty of falling light
You are my perfect pitch
you are my constellation
Heather on her heath
Damsels and dragonflies
Crossing the bar
There's a strange echoe
Platoons of Granddaughters
Eyes distracted
He trims my hair,then half my pride.
Declares: ''Vivi,your bald spot cannt hide!''
I asked for ''short'',he heard ''absurd''
Now I look like an alarmed porcupine
He winks,'' a new style-bold couture!''
I tip him thrice,though I'm not sure
Next week I'll shave and call it art
And tell the nyatsi ,''that's the smart part
Dictionary
nyatsi: A Back-door husband when the real husband is with the back-door wife.