Best Buffer Poems
The Painful Facts
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.
A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,
She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.
But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,
The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,
Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?
She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,
But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.
Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.
And ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.
Dedicated to Chantel
This is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
Apparently now, Jan in the year 2019, States like New York have opted to let go of civilization altogether and drown their laws with paganism and child sacrifice. Lord God have mercy on us !? or not?
-Robert A. Dufresne
PS.
ET TU VERMONT ? FEB 20 2019
'Twas pain that taught my heart to bleed
for sorrows of another...
then kept my deepest heartfelt needs
in silence to serve a buffer
For in the cutting vein of love
I saw a darkness unto death
with eyes of a child had seen enough
true love must stand the test
Such is the pain too grievous to mourn
speaking secrets craved by the heart
to give another the power with which
to tear your soul apart
I've known the anguish of abandonment
and fled inflictions sting
I have faced the tyrants cruel mismanagement
yet held my soul with wings
Of all the wisdom borne by age
no greater truth can be gave
the soul is filled in the passing of days
In the gaze of passions eyes and a lovers display
So brash can be those memories scorned
but fade they will like pages torn
Tis a hand un-held, a tear un-brushed
hearts crushed when the unspoken's not enough
Let slip not away the music-less dance
the kisses that tremor ones breath
miss not the chance for that touch of romance
what weight hath love unexpressed?
No, it's not the passing wounds
those flukes which plague ones journey
that leave devout all faith renounced
and deem sweet love unworthy
Perhaps the greatest fear is that
O're years in friendships tit for tat
passed will be what faith once lacked
and find such love not looking back
In the blink of an eye the magic could subside
to pang with hunger for the love of your life
to know from hurt you cannot hide
to trust is more than you realize
So if I've tested the depths of devotion
what storms your sails could bear
'twas solely because my love is only
of any value unless it is shared
Planned were not the trials endured
yet it's what it took for my heart to ensure
that love will bravely stand the test of time
stronger than chance, more made by design
And so to you I give in kind
holding out for the dreams, in my heart, in my mind
to trust at some blessed point will find
That breathless kiss will dance on the lips
which linger between yours and mine.
A love outlasting infinity
stumbling into guarded arms
the simplest picture of serendipity
by a childish wish on a sky full of stars
The foggy tenderness a balmy buffer,
smiling oblivion decomposes anguish
and pain...
In frost a cloak to keep you protected:
cosset without bruise.
I greet you, wheel through space,
after initial slumber subsides,
and pain
kicks in, but not actually, chant words
shaped into sentences...
A poem of friendship through the days,
orbits, spheres, clouds, stars, smiles,
and pain...
Spring is budding, after snow flowers
will blossom, offspring will vault.
This too is going to be alright
***
Poem by Darren White
February 13, 2017
Strawberry Fields Forever
I have used words and phrases from the Beatles song
‘Strawberry Fields Forever’ in order to create the
Desired effect in this poem.
How beautiful it must be,
Let me take you down,
Just you and me,
For no one else is
In my tree!
Misunderstanding is easy
If you live with eyes closed,
You see,
Nothing is then real,
Why become someone
Who is trying hard to feel,
It doesn’t matter
Much to me.
Why get upset if nothing is real,
Why get hung about it,
I know when it’s a dream,
Nothing is real,
For me does seem,
That it’s all wrong,
But I think…no ... yes,
My thoughts are strong,
As I think I disagree
I want to be free,
So I’m going to Strawberry Fields,
But as nothing is real,
I don’t want to yield,
And become a buffer zone,
A human shield!
Strawberry fields Forever was
Inspired by The Salvation Army
Children’s Home,
Where young ones were safe,
And protected and did not
Have to roam,
This song was recorded in
Nineteen sixty seven,
Fans thought Strawberry
Fields Forever, was just heaven!
If we look through the
Lens of LSD as did the Beatles,
Sure that John Lennon later,
Turned to needles,
This ‘avant tout’ group thought,
No-one was up their tree,
“Are we a group that is genius,
Or are we crazy or seamless?
We merely see differently to others,
To the world’s sisters and brothers.”
The Beatles were so cutting edge,
For their time,
Mass hysteria from young girls,
And some boys,
Parents and grandparents
Were wary of the influence
Of these young men,
With no poise,
Who made a lot of noise!
This Beatles song was considered
As one of the
Greatest pop songs,
Ever recorded
Throngs,
Of people ever present
When ever the Beatles were
So much as just mentioned!
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.
A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,
She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.
But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,
The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,
Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?
She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,
But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.
Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.
And ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.
God bless you Chantel.
This is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne
Here is some friendly advice
You don't have to pay the price
Every time there is someone
Who makes things come all undone
You are there to pick up pieces
this endless cycle never ceases
Putting you in the middle
Of some bad and awful trouble
That taking its toll on you
Its not your obligation to
Fix everyones life but yours
Thats torn apart a little more
Each and every time you see
Someone else in misery
Its on your nature to be kind
But somewhere along the line
People took advantage of
Your sweetness and caring love
Never seeing this occuring
As others were always luring
Your good nature to their greed
You have to stop and see you need
To become a little tougher
Finding some way you can buffer
This flowing of love emotion
Into a more controlled notion
Making your days a lot brighter
And your heart a little lighter
I don't floss when I am in chaos:
Instead at one toss avail my crayons.
If you need me to exploit my precious brain,
I would come up with pretty sketch with less strain.
I don't glitter when I feel bitter:
Will just hang on to buffer when I suffer.
If you question me whether I believe in lord,
I would say yes with a single word.
I act mature when I face Nature:
Highly love observing tree sitting there free.
If you expect me to show my happiness,
I would just express it through my dance with utter craziness.
I speak to my soul when I am alone:
Will swallow my pain by getting drenched in rain.
If you gravely wish to shower me your grace,
I would withdraw my solitude with love embrace.
26-4-2020
~DEEPA~
'Grace and solitude' Poetry Contest
Placed as Honorable Mention
In BRIAN'S CHOICE B,any form,any theme
Poetry contest Sponsored by Brian Strand
Here is some friendly advice
You don't have to pay the price
Every time there is someone
Who makes things come all undone
You are there to pick up pieces
this endless cycle never ceases
Putting you in the middle
Of some bad and awful trouble
That taking its toll on you
Its not your obligation to
Fix everyones life but yours
Thats torn apart a little more
Each and every time you see
Someone else in misery
Its on your nature to be kind
But somewhere along the line
People took advantage of
Your sweetness and caring love
Never seeing this occuring
As others were always luring
Your good nature to their greed
You have to stop and see you need
To become a little tougher
Finding some way you can buffer
This flowing of love emotion
Into a more controlled notion
Making your days a lot brighter
And your heart a little lighter
You are my phosphate in life,
The dynamo in my gate,
You're not weak but fate,
You buffer my fife.
Ion and atom do compound,
And my temperature flies,
My acidic condition cries,
Pressure dissolves around.
The Old Pier (a picture poem)
beneath the boundary layer of air and sea
twirling vortexes of frenzied waters
incessantly corrode
the aging pillars below
the ravaged tired timbers emit
anguished unholy screeching sounds
as ocean swirls beat non stop in and about
worn out planks attached beneath
the weathered decking
the riddled concrete sideling emerges
perplexed and whistles out its
protestations in echoes heard
across the raging tide.
in the bottoms underflow snail infested
warped planks buffer incursions of countless
schools of rabid predators that attack,
conquer, and devour unsuspecting aquatic prey.
above fishermen pray to the sea gods
to hook their water worn lines and capture
in songs of surrender the call of
a waiting bucket.
in timed release, ancient messages splash upon
silicon sharpened shores that resonate the sounds
of strident hungry seagulls
rummaging for their next meal.
wave upon wave of scattered foam wash over
brash crayoned streaks of blue and green hews
that seem to melt across and blend into
a continuous pallet of assorted colors.
at the same time the formidable forces
of untamed waters compete
in their final rush to win
the race to land's end.
C.A.K. 2-21-2013
When riding on a public bus, the clitter/clatter of wheels outside and the chit/chat inside bang together. I wonder at the noise. Do these scenes make me afraid or do they act as a buffer for what I'm really thinking? I carry no fancy phone, nor iPad to play and yet all around me these instruments are displayed.
These is a difference when riding a public bus, I see, out a window what attracts me. So bus taking is a must for sure. For I am most happy with all I endure.
MOTHER NATURE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mother nature, dying!
I wish I was lying!
Pollution is killing, believe!
Both flora and fauna!
Sad, both will be gonna!
Unless we help nature succeed.
Recycle, yes, helpful.
Nature would be grateful,
if we started today; yes, please!
Governments must help too,
let us make sure they do!
We must make sure they don't deceive!
Some governments, greedy!
You have to believe me,
of nature, they haven't a care.
Fossil fuels abused,
deforestation used,
whilst leaving the countryside bare!
And all life will suffer,
the air, all life's buffer.
Oxygen for all fauna, yes us!
CO2 for flora!
No flora, all gonna
No fauna, we've all turned to dust
There could be a chance, one!
So let's start, get it done!
Recycle, recycle, do it!
Go all-electric cars,
or end, no life, like Mars!
So come on, yes you, you muppet!
Don't stand around thinking,
the planet is stinking!
You, in fact, all, we must unify!
Clean water for all life!
No wars, or hurt, or strife!
Stop pollution, let us all try!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rhyme: aabccb
In anapestic mode as perceived by Mary Boren Sullivan, aka Meter_Maid on Allpoetry.com.
A link to the guidelines:
http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/bushballad-meter/
I would love some feedback please, on the format, (comments as normal).
As I trekked through wilderness
Without solid gold
It's amazing fresh air was my buffer
As I levitated from rough paths of self neglect
To calm seas;I was facing slow death.
I remembered seeing silhouette of You
Your features fair, Your hair resembled wool
I heard You say, "She's one of us gone astray."
I'd gone long miles, with heavy knapsack of sorrows on my back
Folks feared I was too kind; yet they wondered about my mind
At the end of such times, I again saw You
You had servants, and possessions of wealth I saw
Yet, with fear I limped, and missed your train of rules.
I saw Your world of women primed and schooled
Like one of a kind queens
How admirable I thought; such life I'll regain
Though in Your mansion, women reigned aplenty.
You commenced walking my way, with eyes on me
No audible sound I heard, but tenderness I saw
Made me realize, love was on the rise.
One look on Your face, and I felt chased
I was home again
Surrender to Your love.
*
A smile is so contagious,
Is so contagious, they say.
Even through the nook and corner
To the heart it finds a way.
And from the heart, straight to the lips
It always makes a fair play,
And then to the other,
And then to the other,
It spreads like a fire
In the hay!
Joy and energy
It carries far and wide
Without a buffer, across the bay.
And now I have sent you one,
Hope it reached,
Have a nice day!:)
Seconds, minutes, hours and days
Weeks, months, years and decades
Centuries, millenniums and forgotten ages
The book of time is filled with endless pages
We can trace time, from the time before time began
All the time in the world has passed, but what have we to learn
Men and kings before us, have lived in this very world
We walk their very steps, soon to join them in the ground
Life is brief with no consolation or relief
Time will not stop for men to deal with their grief
Time speeds furiously, knocking everything to the past
Buildings are brought down in a blast, as men turn to dust
Time is but a vast and invincible prison
Holding its captives till death for no reason
Time is boring, mindless and unfair
It is out of our control no matter how much we care
From the day of creation, and the very first sunrise
Men have wrestled with time, and paid a high price
Suffering only to live and living only to suffer
Life is bleak, tragic and there is no time buffer
Time makes no sense, even if it be of value
To live your whole life tense,and next is your burial
To set your whole life by the calendar and the diary
To be betrayed by time,all those days you woke up early
Time is a treasure that has no pleasure
Working days are much more than days of leisure
By the time you have time to enjoy your hard earned dime
You are sick all the time and your past your prime
Times change, but time changes not its behavior
Aging and erasing men, as they seek mercy from their savior
To resurrect in a world where the day does not end
To live in a world where time is dead