Best Breed Poems
Sometimes within the walls of today
We simply search for another way
To make this day all it should be
I must learn to live eternally
A blessing given or one took
I live my life inside a book
Each new day is another page
I sit in the circle and burn my sage
Asking Grandfather to help me see
Exactly what a true man should be
With the blood of an Indian and of a white
Life is most certainly a spiritual fight
Half of me hates how the other half-lives
The white man took all the Indian gives
Then the white man decided to take some more
Slaughtered the Indians from shore to shore
Brought an end to a beautiful way of life
“We will kill the man and rape the wife”
They called us heathens but don’t you know
Was the white man that had a heathen’s soul
Half and half, the blood of a breed
Poisoned by a white mans seed
It’s my Indian half I love the most
My white half is turning into a ghost
Through my veins flows the blood of a brave
Though I lived my life as my white halves slave
Jesus Christ, nailed to the cross for me
Now my Indian half enjoys living free
Though freedom is a frame of mind
In the circle of life it’s truth I find
With each new poem I’m able to see
A little bit deeper up inside of me
Which enables my soul to truly live
Making my heart strong enough to give
All the faith that is found in a seed
I reckon half and half, is good breed
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Posted in respects to James Fraser
Categories:
breed, confusion, introspection, native americanlife,
Form:
Couplet
True love is a connection
a recognition of each other's soul
a respect that only grows
True love is when exposing vulnerability
is not a sign of weakness
but an act of total trust
True love knows no borders
it can even survive death
because love is stronger than grief
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
breed, love, true love, trust,
Form:
Free verse
Having been on my own
for the past ten years
I suppose I am set in my ways
If I’ve no planned routine
at the start of each day
I just come and I go as I may
Awaking each morn just before dawn
I can go where my mood may take me
Disliking routine I meander free
to come and to go as I please
For now there is no one here except me
with my very own idiosyncrasies
Generally I enjoy my own company
Though from time to time
seeing friends and family
is such an enjoyable treat for me
But to have someone
permanently under my roof
It would drive me insane
send my soul in a whirl
as slowly my mind
and my body unfurl
At this juncture in life
I want peace and tranquillity
No hassle
No stress
No irritability
So when I have guests
I pull out all my best
Spoiling them rotten
as we laugh and we jest
But as the days pass
and our moods start to show
It is time to bid farewell
It is time for them to go
Or frustrations
raise their ugly head
and we may say things
we should not have said
So as the old adage suggests
Familiarity can breed contempt
and living too long
with family and friends
is how a good relationship
may come to an end…
Written 14th September 2019
Contest Strand Select U
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Categories:
breed, family, friendship, solitude, space,
Form:
Rhyme
(for M.T.)
Some days you wake up
You look in the mirror
You’re afraid of the fire
Afraid of the furor
Your heart skips gaily
Over each error
Like the bumps that curb your speed
You’re waiting for Friday
Waiting for June
That plan ‘round the corner
That golden moon
Cracks in the leather and grease on your spoon –
You’re the last of a dying breed
I used to know what
To say to my friends
Dusting off jokes
Or making amends
What do we care
which language offends?
The garden should welcome its weeds
But they’re retiring jerseys
And burning books
TV won’t age you
If you hold on to your looks
You’re a man called Horse
Swinging from their hooks
Yes, the last of a dying breed
Isn’t it strange?
We were here just a short while ago
The petals of sweet innocence
Immune to the wind
Isn’t it strange?
You forget everything that you know
And the altar of experience
Demands a list of your sins
Time’s a tilted table
Time’s a thrown fight
Time would have you go gentle
Off into the night
But time don’t bear in mind
Your deep appetite
And the force on which you feed
In the Army of Stagnancy,
It’s “don’t ask, don’t tell”
Just think of those ladies
at the poisoned well
And greet the humid weather
And bid fond farewell
To the last of a dying breed.
Categories:
breed, age, education, humor, military,
Form:
Verse
I TRULY COME FROM “ A RARE BREED “
I am a woman who can follow, but I normally choose to lead.
For I am a phenomenal woman, Yesss indeed, I am a Rare Breed.
I wear many Hats and can be whatever it is you want or need me to be.
Never invisible, deliberate in all I do, in the open for all eyes to see!
I can be your Greatest Lover, or we can be the best-est of friends.
But screw me over and I can be your worst nightmare till the bitter end.
I am a woman that can encourage you and sweep you off your feet. But I can also be that woman that will cut you while you sleep.
I am that Diva with a smile, women seem to envy, while others just plain hate. Cause I can get “Turn-t Up”, have fun, and still be the lady who leaves with your Date!
I'm that soothing voice you hear when you come home after a long day all stressed.
With a hot bath, ready to rub you down, curl your toes, roll you over and let you rest.
If you get sick? I’ll nurse you back to health with some nice old fashion Chicken Soup. Serve ya Tea with honey, Rub Vicks on your chest, and handle the house all while you Re-coup.
I have no problem allowing a Man to be a Man, but this “All Men” must 1st Understand… A needy woman I am Not! I just desire the comforts of a Real Man. A man with a TRUE LIFE PLAN.
At times you’ll hear me Cussin, Fussin, R e a d i n g Folk and even throwing Fits.
Yet I still handle my Bizz! …. Cuzz Baby??? I am A L L L that and Bowl of GRITS!
But the rest of the times, I’m Calm, Patient and generally very Sweet. Always Grateful for God and Family, cause with them I know I Can’t be Beat!
Categories:
breed, appreciation, black african american,
Form:
Couplet
This
unique
ecounter
brings me delight
where astute eyes stare--
It's not the bright gold moon
but something distinct. German
which gives this life its rousing glow
Holding deep connection with seasons
Ever pulsing... my charming, loyal dog
Her warm blush embraces my every beat
inspiring cadence of poetry....
A character of my stories
I am Snicker's. ardent fan.
Naughty she , my dachshund
as we draw life...bold
Playing 'neath stars
Full of mirth
Like a
babe.
Double Etheree
9/20/2014
Categories:
breed, cat, mystery,
Form:
Etheree
A New Breed…
~ + ~
Some flew jets fast and low.
Some flew bombers,
high and out of sight of everybody.
But were those
who flew the Huey gun-ships our heroes.
~
We had those who were to come to our aid
who were called dust-off’s,
but like so often
things don’t always work out as they should,
get a hot LZ (landing zone) no bird for you.
~
It was on Nov of 65 a battle for us had started
that we thought was going to be our end.
The battle happened so fast the command did not
have time to even give it a name.
So they just called it X-Ray.
~
The fighting was so bad that the commander
had told all the helicopters to stand clear,
because of the hostile gunfire.
but one chose to stand by. At first by himself,
than our other gun-ships joined with him in the battle
and picking up our wounded.
But not the dust off’s.
He kept rearming himself
with all the water and ammo;
all that he could carry.
After shooting up his rockets and ammo;
he would land, all while getting shot at unloading,
picking up our wounded and dead,
taking them to Mash Unit, and doing
that over and over again.
Eight times while being wounded himself four times.
~
Yes, my pilot was a hero.
He won our Country’s
highest honor, The Medal Of Honor.
I am proud to have served with him
Captain Ed Freeman R.I. P.
and such a great group of men.
As the men of 1st Cavalry Division 7Br 2B C Troop.
~
Steven L Siegel
Monday, May 31, 2010
Categories:
breed, war
Form:
My Flaws Indeed
My nose is too flat, I have a double chin
I am not sure when face wrinkles started to win
My hair is curly, sometimes a frizzy mess
A hand -held blow dryer is some days useless
One leg is too short from a knee alternate
It takes a great effort to walk really straight
I have high arches, I cannot wear high heels
Nor can I wear a dress, without curve appeals
Cancer diagnosis left me, half a whole
Why could it not have been my largest black mole
I could go on and confess all of my flaws
What the heck, I drew the shortest of the straws
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My Flawless Breed
My smile is genuine, still have all my teeth
To my family, genes I hope to bequeath
My hearing is still good for all that it is worth
But it was much better, at my precious birth
My eyes see very well since I had R K
Once saw a foot, now I see a mile away
A sense of humor I do have plenty of
I plan on sharing, with all the ones I love
My heart is big enough to catch love to hold
And strong enough until I get extremely old
My talents are many just to name a few
Most of all I treasure everything I do
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Tenth Place Winner ~ "FLAWLESS vs’ FLAWS” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: SKAT
Feb. 17, 2011
Categories:
breed, on writing and words,
Form:
Couplet
The source of pleasure, that life once bring to me is over,
The sacrifices I made, till this day there is no total.
I have tried, time and time to add up what I have lost will take forever,
What I came up with is this, I lost two children and my companion all together.
What I have now is just my life?
Why would I try to spark up enough energy to start a fight?
Fight for my family, that detest me because of their spiteful mother,
What have I done, in the past five years that now you say to me, you have another?
After two children, now that is it,
Just remember one more thing about me, I will never quit.
Catya and Jordan, my two guardian angels that I cannot see,
Never all the way through, my life you will never forgive me.
To my two most precious creators that God started all of us from seeds,
And one day when you read my poetry you will see, why I am The Last of the Dying Breed!
Categories:
breed, angel, blessing, children, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
His old hands were calloused from all the many years of work and toil.
His life seemed to be his work and the never ending search for oil.
Seven days a week with no let up in sight,
He manned those rigs morning, noon, and night.
A dangerous and hard job where everyone strived to be the best,
In all types of weather, under the open skies you were put to the test.
A rowdy lot, the Roughneck Breed, but a brotherhood just the same.
In unproven fields called wildcatters, that had to be tamed.
You work with iron that intimidates most, but is a normal days fare,
And you can look any man in the eye and match their stare.
From H2S gas that can kill you on the spot,
To getting crushed or mangled by that awesome iron for the faint hearted it is not.
To a blowout that happens when inexperience leads the way,
A few of the things that happen somewhere each and every day.
The rookie they call the squirrel or the worm,
And he has to prove himself before he is classified with a different term.
They work in shifts that work around the clock,
Some work eight hour shifts, some work twelve trying their best to keep that rig
drilling thru dirt and rock.
Most of these old boys like to drink and raise a little cain,
Just their way of hiding inner fear and gut wrenching pain.
A word of advice don’t push these guys cause they’re liable to push back,
Cause drinking and fighting or skills these old boys certainly don’t lack.
But if you’re in need they’ll share everything they own,
And that’s part of the reason these guys are the best bunch of people I think I’ve ever
known.
Categories:
breed, adventure, friendship, life, on
Form:
Verse
One after another-
I fail to fast an egg for another-
one after another...
I ready reasons-
corroding all of the studded,
I claim to be beamed-
compounding my bummers,
shouting to withstand,
or reprimand my shudder,
ending in the rudder,
rotating a lover,
loading of the stowaways hover.
Categories:
breed, addiction, adventure, allusion, angel,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
we are living in an age when people would rather cover
their ass than think about what they say,
when people would rather try to censor the way we speak
than look at the reasons that we say the things that we
do &
kids are getting the full beating treatment,
as schools in nyc are proposing a new ban of words
which appear on standardized tests,
tests which like all methods of evaluation
are skewed by those who create them,
representing the views & the discrepancies of the
creators,
so of course,
the blame needs to be removed from those who insist upon
dragging children through the mundane & futile assessments
neath’ the guise of ceasing the
“upsetting” of the kids.
in this age of irresponsibility,
of the quickest way to fix our frustrations,
“precautions” are being taken,
in order to mold kids into good little law abiding citizens---
rather than to allow them to think for themselves,
rather than to prepare them for the real & horrible world
in which they are about to be thrown into,
an attempt is being made to
censor them,
keeping them from having to see words like “evolution” or
“poverty,”
“terrorism,”
“homelessness” or
“catastrophes” &
what kind of bubble do the test-makers think these kids are
going to be able to live in?
what insane parents sitting on the boards think that
pulling more words from tests,
will do anything but draw more attention to those words?
what kind of subliminal mind**** newspeak is this?
teachers sound as if they are going further than before
to try & make kids
who will never say anything offensive
because they will hardly ever speak their mind &
in doing so, they’ll be the best damn americans that
our tax dollars can buy---
start em’ when they’re young &
instead of letting them learn about life through experience,
try to avoid it
whenever possible.
Categories:
breed, life, words, age, people,
Form:
Free verse
I smoked my pipe and I found some dreams stuck in a seam.
The ancients lifted me up and I saw through crystallize glass.
As I looked the seams popped and scattered into a great mass.
The dreams were set free from my light of a shiny bright beam.
Now I have flashing darts in my eyes that shine as I will deem.
Now I am looking at you and you and you as green as the grass.
But that’s okay because now my eyes can gloss you up as brass.
Eventually, I will find a light inside of you with a sparkly gleam.
My visions are set up forth,
Free and clear with a deed.
Look to the Star of the North,
You shall find my only breed.
Be this to you or be this to me,
Scattered dreams in you I see.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Categories:
breed, adventure, allegory, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Sonnet
A few nights ago, a young man dined at my table who has already served our country for several years in the US Army. He is presently considering re-enlisting, feeling that is where he belongs. Daniel and thousands like him take no pleasure in war, but rather, in my view are a special breed of human beings. They are among those of whom Christ spoke in his sermon on the mount, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God". Matthew 5: 9. Without patriots and warriors like them, I can only imagine chaos and mayhem the world over.
As of July 2018, for 45 years the USA will have been utilizing an all-volunteer military. Prior to 1973, some youngsters of my generation decided to run off to Canada rather than be drafted. They were known as draft-dodgers. May we leave it to history to determine whether or not their reasoning was justified at the time. Presently my heart is focused on those who have served, many of whom were tragically wounded, and others who as Mr. Lincoln would say, 'gave the last full measure of devotion'.
Therefore, may we give the utmost respect to those who submit to orders without question to go anywhere, anytime, and for any reason offered by their country. What willingness to volunteer, and if need be, offer up the ultimate sacrifice for one's country. What courage; what commitment; what dedication; what loyalty. Words sometimes pale in attempts to describe their service. These ladies and gentlemen are indeed lovers of people, makers of peace, and preservers of freedom.
Oh Daniel, child of God and son of my dear friends, I was honored to have you dine with my family a few nights ago. I marvel and am deeply moved by your desire to serve this great country. This Memorial Day, I pause to honor the wounded warriors and the fallen heroes. With gratitude, I reverently celebrate and salute you and other gallant soldiers of America.
Categories:
breed, america, appreciation, history, holiday,
Form:
Prose
Where are you
Where are you
Can you let us know the time of your arrival
Dear Miracle Workers
Where are you
We, us, know you can't bother to help until you at least try
You know where we stay
off the coast of Australia
our home of Tasmania
Yes, we fight and bite
but it's how we survive
Can you honestly blame us
for the spread of cancer in our societies
A complex language with complex actions
could you really relate
Please don't leave us like this
Even though we're of different species
than you
will you please do your best to save us from extinction
All we want is your
protection, promises, honesty
something, something more than this
more than we...
all we want is to be set free
free from the curse laid across our pride
across our teeth
We're not like you
we're a dying breed, a dying breed
stretching out for love
reaching out for sympathy
looking for hope towards the everchanging midnight skies
praying for actions from the
million colors of a million eyes
Please help us survive
Categories:
breed, animal,
Form:
Personification