Best Brought Poems
I thought I would go backwards
Into my uncertain
My awkward
The days of my wondering
What will I be when I grow up?
Will I ever grow up?
Is everyone better than me?
Boy I wish I could be more like that
That guy
Yep him
The athletic confident one
Words come so easy to him
Jokes flow freely from his lips
And they laugh
They love being with him
What's it like to be that self assured?
He has so many friends
None of them would ever talk to me
What would it be like to hang out with the cool kids?
I try telling myself
It doesn't matter
I have a few friends
I want it to be enough
I think it's enough
With them
I imagine and pretend
To be funny
Interesting
Until
One smile
One chuckle at a time
I gradually become me
A better more confident self
Assured
Witty
A lover of words
Dialogue
Conversation
I talk my way towards my future
While listening for clues
Building myself two by twos
Real friends are the ones I choose
Their words
Teach me about them and myself
I don't hide on lonely street
There are more people to meet
So I jump up off my seat
Rewrite myself on many a sheet
Until I can follow and hear my internal beat
Do what needs doing
Repeat and repeat
Until I come to here and now
Breathless with WOW
Understanding HOW
That uncertain and awkward part
Changed everything
It still is
And
Always
Will be
An important part of me
Because it helped me see
There are many many
Incredible
Significant and individual
ways to be
So now I choose
Care Free!
Twas the night before Christmas and all were in need
as we waited for Santa who had promised us Weed.
Our parents were sleeping with not a clue in their heads
that their children were Stoners and away from their beds.
The cheetos had been placed on the table with care
with an idea dear Santa soon would be there.
The winter was cold with no time for a snack
hoping Kris Kringle would come with fresh Pot from his sack.
I had been to the Bank and had obtained hordes of cash
with a fervent desire St. Nick would bring the best of his Stash.
We had our concerns for a reasonable fellow
who was honest and straight... no harshing our mellow.
The time had been set as I looked at the clock
knowing the waiting was tense and we needed our Pot.
And then from the porch a strange sound did we hear
but it was only friend Jim who had gone for some beer.
I stared out the window and peered through the snow
and we were greatly concerned whether Santa would show.
And then from the street... what did I observe?
A '72 ford Pinto... which was stuck on the curb.
The engine was smoking and the tires were flat
and with the windows quite frosted... I reached for my bat.
This didn't look good as I gave way to doubt.
Wondering who was the driver and who would come out?
And who should come forth? But Santa himself
who was all bearded and fat, a jolly old Elf.
He climbed to our rooftop... was nimble and quick
thus avoiding the doorbell... this fella was slick.
He was now in the chimney and this lightened our hearts
and we knew he was close when we heard the Elf fart.
And then in an instant the Big Guy appeared
but asking double the price for which we had feared.
We told him our troubles as he pondered our point,
he then lowered the price on every third Joint.
The payment was made and the dope was obtained
and up the chimney he rose unconcerned for the flame.
I'll remember that night... for it was a doozy
when Santa came through... and brought me a Doobie.
As he drove out of sight... I heard him calling my name...
Merry Christmas to all and goodnight Mary Jane.
The End
*For those who are interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
The ruffle of fleece at her neck
makes her feel manufactured, not born—
brushstrokes of windswept wool,
all soft edges and curves
the color of old milk.
Her lips were no artist's accident,
nor the smirk as she lurks
in the corner more knowing
than any ewe usually dares.
Coy smile, a pearled necklace
of fur and her hind-end musk—
drew the brown ram sniffing
while a dirt-faced ex-love nearby
chews through the cud to find
whatever’s left of her.
Closer to the cliff than either,
she teeters, grazing weeds
like the dutiful daughter of lamb stew,
like she doesn’t know the cost
of this life: skin blistered by sun,
meat slow roasted to melt
on the tongue, bones cracked
for their marrow, dreams curdled
and spun into the itchy arms
of some strayed-from-the-flock husband,
all too eager to forget
the warmth of her body.
But Clover knows better.
Knows that sheep go one of two ways—
a fireside comfort or the fire itself.
Knows the herd will go
where they are led,
always too late to see
the teeth of the cliff.
She stands alone,
the day's last shadows
pooling at her feet
masticating through daisies
and regrets. And then she leaps
toward the yellowing horizon
gathering salt-wind in her wool
along with the cliff-kissed breeze
of freedom that promises nothing
but the opposite direction.
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Held my attention to make it work against rust
Reminding me “I am whom your mother did trust…
To clothe you well from harm of sun, wind and gust.”
Oh, I’m sorry to forget Mom’s tool so great
In crafting masterpiece of excellent rate
That showed her love, care and nurture – never late
While testifying about God midst bad fate.
“The war years seemed like only yesterday…
Great is the Lord* for prevailing in His way
He’s in control and in Him, there’s no delay
Let’s believe Him always.” Good words she would say.
From that wondrous memory emerged hope’s mark
To wake up with faith’s light and courage-spark
So I lay joyous in the Lord’s peace-bulwark
While candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
April 14, 2018
6th place, "One Nine and Sixteen" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 5/2/2018.
Featured among Poems of the Week from March 19-25, 2023.
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Beautiful Scenes, Golden Gifts True Love Brought,
third poem of three.
True-love ...
Depths that heart swells,
longings that birth hot flames
night-gems, true eternal treasures
True-love.
With desires born, heart wedding sweet love dreams
songs, a most eager spirit dares sing,
heart swelled so near to bursting at its seams
gems of life's most precious of renderings.
The beauty of true heart, its greatest song
scenes of gasping nights and her hottest kiss,
love with joyous fervor that brought along
sensual heat and most heavenly bliss.
She that beauty's sharpest eyes sets apart
a rare gift that mortal longing desires,
for nothing greater rewards seeking heart
and nothing on earth lights hotter fires.
Goddess, both rejoicing in love-born fires.
United by love that never expires.
Soft-touch ...
kiss that invites
concupiscence, and more
nights, hot waves of raging desires
Soft-touch.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-10-2020
Cinquain, Sonnet, Cinquain
(CSC)... three of three
Final poem in series
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Total number of words:128
there was once a
starving puppy chained to a fence
and beat nearly to death
a puppy who despite stayed kind by some
miracle only angels could bring
there once was a tiny kitten who suffered from
terrible burns when she was set on fire by an owner
who cared like a terrible liar. still the kitten survived and is happy today by some
miracle only angels could bring
and there was once was a child and her pet needing only each other by some miracle
only angels could bring
Jesse Winchester was a not so known famous Singer and songwriter who wrote many hits. His songs were recorded by Don Henley, Jimmy Buffet, The Everly brothers, and other famous singers. One of his famous songs that did not get the recognition it deserved was Sham A Ling Dong Ding. Elvis Costello did a stage concert on Youtube and Jesse Winchester sang this song. People were left in tears. Well soon a quartet did the song and its harmonies brings you to a heartfelt place as the songs words play. First go to YouTube and listened to Jesse Winchester song Sham A Ling Dong Ding performed on stage with Elvis Costello. After hearing and taking in the meaning and harmony of the song then go to YouTube and type in Sham A Ling Dong Ding Doubledouble qurartet and listen to their rendition of this song in Acapella. Truly amazing... Jesse Winchester's music will live on.
Also here are a few hits from Jesse. I wave bye bye, Little glass of wine, Tennessee Waltz, and many others.
Inspired by Jack Ellison Poem Acapella Groups.
Michael Tor
In a painted desert
I sat in a stone bowl of silence.
The wind and hawk bounced off rock walls
without complaint...
My ugly mind couldn't break the silence if I tried.
Even God sidestepped its crimson halo.
I thought about lying down forever
to escape this endless stream of downs.
In a painted desert, I sat in a bowl of silent gems. And it was wonderful.
John and Jack are both out to play
Making us giggle every day
When I see them post
I forget my toast
I’d love to meet them one fine day
12th March 2015
Tribute To Jack Ellison and John Wulf who have recently brought a much needed injection of humour with their wonderful banter
Their really comes a time in our lives :;when we come to "REFLECT AND REALIZE" who "BROUGHT US THROUGH"!!!! I am so,so,so, glad when I look back: I KNOW AND REALIZE":LORD..........It was "YOU"!!!!!! We can look back in "OUR LIVES",and remember "The Times",when everything seemed to "GO Wrong". We don't want to loose,and "WE Pray",and ask "The Lord" to make it a brighter day!The "Lord is not weak." The Lord can make it a brighter day.The true form of "The lord" is "Power". The "Lord's meet associate is "Wisdom".We realize that "The Lord" has never left us alone.We realize that when we call on "The name of "The Lord" he will be right there,and on "Him" we can "Rely"!!! I will have to say:"When my soul looks backs and wonders how I made it over"Its so "Happy"; "I break down and cry!!!! I cry! I cry! I cry! There were times in my life when I just could not do it ,but somehow I still made it through: Now when they ask me how I made it over,I tell them: Nobody but "JESUS": He helped me make it through.Jesus Christ will "Judge The World and all of man and women kind and "The Lord God Almighty" has given this power to "The Lord And Savior Jesus Christ" and it is "True"!The "Holy Bible expresses it to every "Religion",no matter what "Religion" you belong to"!Sometimes we want to give up ,but we keep on pushing,and we realize who is bringing us through: Nobody but "The Lord": He created me and you,and he promised that he would bring us through.No matter what we may be going through;We must keep on pushing,no matter what trobles we have: we just keep on pushing,and "The lord will bring us through"!!!!We must "Behave" and never give up,because "He will never "Let us fall","Never Let Us fall":The lord will bring us through if we look back and remember how we already made it through!!!
how could a girl so sweet and elegant, like the most beautiful flower to exist, like the sun
that sets in the east, be able to bring me to my knees, with tears streaming down my face, i
look into those eyes, SERENITY, bleeds from the eyes of thee, we built this bridge from the
northwest down to the south, the biggest smile comes across her mouth, we built this on our
own, now we stand face to face, a picture perfect showing, by the grace of the gods, and
with our own bare hands we built this bridge from the ground up, with the finest forms of
gold, now the beauty is ours, for the two of us to hold, don't let go girl, just take my hand, i'll
place the whole world in your palms, you've given me the ability to stand on my own two
feet again, everything is ours! you wipe the tears that fall down my cheek, that have
covered the skin on my face, who knew the void in my heart could be so easily replaced, the
light from heaven lays its hands down on us, the grace of your hands, such an elegant
touch, this means so much, we built this golden bridge from the ground up. Everything will
be fine. your eyes lock to mine, there is nothing that could have the power to bring this
down, we'll stand here till the end of time! don't lose hope. keep the faith. realize that this is
our place. our place in life. the silence exalts thee, not a word needs to be said, i can see the
story written so delicately on your precious face, your smile brings me to my knees, dear
God please, what we've given to save ourselves. what's happened between us, oceans have
bridged us far apart, nothing could separate the passion in our hearts, the breathing never
got too hard, i look into the eyes of an angel, we've written the pages of our own gospel. this
is a story of courage, strength, perseverance, devotion, and and a woman and a man.
whose backs have been pressed up against the the wall for far too long! now we stand hand
in hand, as the sun beats down our necks, the breathing has gotten easier, now that we are
not so far apart.
God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay…
God brought me out
of the miry clay…
He set my feet on a
solid rock to stay!
God brought me out
of the deep pit I was in…
He gave to me a peace
and a joy within!
God brought me out
of hopelessness and despair…
And took me into his
mercy and care!
God brought me out
of a desperate situation…
And extended to me his gift of salvation!
God brought me out…
When everything seemed lost!
And helps me to focus on Christ’
victory at the cross!
God brought me out…
When no one else “gave me the time.”
He restored my life and gave me
peace of mind!
God can do the same for you…
As he did for me!
He desires to be with you
for eternity!
God can bring you out of whatever
trials you may face.
He’ll bring joy to your heart…
And provide a “resting place.”
God can do for you what no
other power can do!
He is still the same God.
And will forever LOVE YOU!
By Jim Pemberton 12/22/11
God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind…
I used to allow many thoughts to enter my mind.
There were good and bad ones...
Just about every kind.
My family thought I was being a “good Christian.”
I never did anything that raised “a suspicion.”
I went to church every week and did the “Sunday thing.”
I had no idea the kind of life my thoughts would bring.
I felt much “turmoil” of what was in my head.
“How much longer can I take this?”
Were the words I said.
As there were many bad thoughts
that seemed to “burn.”
Those around me didn’t know or were concerned.
I needed some help. And I needed it fast!
I didn’t know how much longer I would last!
With no friend to help.., I decided to pray.
This was my time with God! This was my day!
I cried out to God with a voice of confession;
“Dear Jesus rule over my mind and take possession!”
As I read God’s word... Philippians 4:8 was found.
Virtue and wholeness in my life needed to abound!
I asked and begged God to help me to obey it!
I gave my commitment to him. And not just “say it.”
A love for him as a friend was found and did bring.
His peace and love
“washed away” the evil things.
Christ restored my life and my mind was renewed.
He set me free! Now, I’m BRAND NEW!
Won’t you allow God to bring his love to your soul?
With him in your life...
All darkness will GO!
By Jim Pemberton
Poem 1 in the Chosen One Series
(The Nativity story through Mary's eyes)
As we set off on a journey towards Bethlehem,
our nerves were beginning to unravel.
My Babe was due at any moment
and it was not a good time to travel.
I will never forget that one brilliant star
which lit the sky with its light,
telling the world there would be something different
about this holy night.
Bethlehem was crowded. No rooms could be found,
not even a place to lay my head,
until a man took pity upon my condition
and finally offered us a stable bed.
Joseph was worried. He paced back and forth
and his expression mirrored the strain,
as I labored upon my bed of straw
and tried not to cry out from the pain.
It seemed as if the animals were also worried
as they surrounded me protectively.
And the stable was filled with an eerie silence
as the Lord sought to deliver me.
We were soon visited by some shepherds
who came before my Babe and kneeled.
They said an Angel had told them about this Child
as they had been watching in the field.
I will always remember the arrival of three Kings
who had traveled for many a mile,
to bow down before my little Son
and He had favored them with His smile.
I marveled at the many unusual events
in which I had played a part.
I would always treasure these memories
and hold them close within my heart.
Six, Six, Six, oh no
Hot as hell for this trio....
Saved by the grace, God
For the numbers contest