Best By Chance Poems
If one evening by chance, You and I were alone
would you reach for me knowing
for You I eternally long.
Would you walk away and pretend these
feelings between us are just a glance
and miss out on what could be for us
a once in a lifetime chance.
Could not the brilliant moonlight tempt fate
and bring us close to one another
not a moment to late.
If one evening I came across you by chance
would you with me dance.
With clouds beneath our feet
a star filled sky with you, would be a treat.
If one evening by chance.
10/28/2014
Rip down the statues
Rename the streets
Police the language
Label it hate speech
Burn down the cities
In peaceful protest
Justice is racist
Thus, civil unrest
No longer about
Seats on the bus
A bus itself
Is labeled unjust
Envy a sin
Yet the very basis
Of a pernicious movement
Mislabeled social justice
True justice is blind
Social justice sees
Skin tone blamed
For all disparity
Media propogandist
Mix up the facts
Left is right
Right is wrong
Gaslighting Americans
With their fake news
Giving demonic takes
Editing out truth
Hate your enemy
Get up in their face
Resist reality
Let ideology replace
Tragedy in the schools
Fools blame it on tools
Deceived bunch of souls
Who forget man reaps what he sows
How it all ends
Is known in advance
Simply have faith
Knowing it doesn’t happen by chance
It was only by chance, that I happened to glance
As a shooting star crossed the night,
I watched it pass, in a luminous flash,
Much to my earthbound delight.
In vivid green hues, it decided to choose
A night when I raised my eyes,
This heavenly display, that by luck came my way
Filled me with joy and surprise.
A wondrous thing, this traveller far,
And delighted I to be here,
To witness it's light, a God given sight,
As it sped through the earths atmosphere.
Entry for
END FEB 2019,ANY FORM,
ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
22/2/19. Placed =1st.
I met her at a wedding,
Surely just by chance!
Her sweet innocent looks,
Put me in a state of trance!
Love at first sight...was it?
I really wondered...!
My stupid little heart,
For an answer it pondered!
Draped in a saree,
She looked stunning and gorgeous!
Her charm could make me fall,
I had to be extra cautious!
My mom said...lets go,
Though i wanted to stay!
I had no choice then,
But to turn away!
Destiny...I'm sure,
Will bring us at crossroads again!
I'll make sure u'l be mine,
And never let you go again!
My 'masterpiece' I've found,
'You Know Who' is her name!
Life as I know now,
Will never ever be the same!
If by chance
Minutes turn into hours and
Days turn into nights and
I no longer fill your thoughts
With what once made you feel so alive...
If by chance
Choosing to conceal
Yourself from me became routine
And you no longer see yourself in me
Just please say so, so that I to, can learn to let go.
we spoke in sweet voice
of the love we found by chance
and then lost by choice
~
A gardener, I became by chance
a purposeful man with detailed plans
With a thought for each exigency
and a strategy for each contingency
I organized and theorized
I categorized, I normalized
I estimated and resized
and finally, I stabilized
I did this from a calm perspective
all done with the express objective
to prepare a comprehensive list
for mitigating potential risks
I worked, I worried,
I watched in horror
as my garden finally failed to bloom
Where did I fall? Which step was missed?
What miscalculation wrought this doom?
I sat in thought
(and deep in shame)
that what I'd wrought
had somehow failed
What was the task I had not caught?
(Or, was there something else to blame?)
Gantt chart, always at the ready
I began again, to make a plan
Pen in hand, as ever steady
a logical, beast; a thinking man
No change; no matter what I tried
the garden was again in ruins
at wit's end then, I simply sighed
and whistled doleful, mournful tunes
But then, a sunbeam warmly shone
upon my face, right through the pane
as I looked, I saw the rain had gone
that was the point, that I grew sane
I ministered lovingly to my plot
with patience and humility
gratefully accepting what I got
and forgetting old futility
No more planning, no more flailing
I saw the sun and rain as friends
Loving both despite their failings
and thankful for what each one lends
I watched in peace my garden grow
my focus reduced to just a glance,
indebted for what I'd come to know
that all things truly come by chance
What if by chance we meet, embrace once more,
And to that place we go where no one sees
Or even knows, we quietly close the door
And shut away the winter’s cooling breeze.
The scent of hyacinths still fills the hall
And welcomes us with memories of where
We both said our goodbyes and we’ll recall
Unspoken words left hanging in the air
But if we meet, my heart will surely sing
For what we were and what we might have been
When to this empty room, my love, you’ll bring
Bouquets of flowers fresh and newly green
If in this chance encounter, you are true,
We may find love returns, from where it flew
At the Bottom's dropped out.
I'll write to you
the end of the story.
The only one i know.
Sundown on a field of dandelions.
No step closer to rapture,
I smiled with no hurry
when i found myself here,
at the bottom's dropped out.
It never rests.
not even when it's over.
Like stale conversation
without bread nor water.
A river martin's graceful flight.
My smile came easy
when i saw you here
at the bottom's dropped out.
Lampblack spills on a white canvas,
like a clock running out of time.
The mood a smile brings on,
it never has to die.
Dustup Old Frisian theological nonsense.
The clouds burst with meaning
at the bottom's dropped out.
Like a sun spot on the Sun
Life stands still
as seasons change.
It’s not worth winding up the long rewind
of a slippery slope
towards yesterday’s face another time.
Let's have last seen each other here
At the bottom's dropped out.
RHYMER FRANK HALLIWELL SENT ME POEM
BY FAMOUS AUSSIE BANJO PATTERSON,
ABOUT A MYSTERIOUS COME BY CHANCE TOWNSHIP,
THAT DON'T EXIST....
to Frank
so come by chance becomes a poem,
for the dreamers of the garden gnomes,
till the witless in their folly,
give up this ghasty dance,
and the sheep do run it terror,
from their romantic advance,
bleating c'mon termorrer,
it's our only Kiwi chance,
begorrah...
(AUSSIE JOKE ABOUT POMS AND SHEEP MAKING KIWIS , New Zealanders)
Don
Life is a series'
-Of-
Second chance's
GF
" Mayhap By Chance "
If we could mayhap by chance~
Think o'that which would us please~
Might we then begin a dance~
Such o'which could lovers tease?
Certainly 'tis o'mind so clear~
As do we envision~
That o'which we all hold dear~
Love as life's soul mission~
So 'tis with clarity bold~
I'll now rime in manner old~
O'that which thrives deep in my breast~
O'love so dear 'tis world's fine best~
Ah~ now so I do find~
That once love hath entered my mind~
Such rime & reason escapes me so~
As do those winds when north they blow~
Thus so may be that this rime~
Shall be but naught a moment in time~
O'which I've spent in thought so well~
For time's well spent when in love I dwell~
SeaWolf
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Not sure why your path crossed mine
Was it just life,
or" The Great Divine"?
It was so easy the day we met
I'm sure its a day, I'll never forget.
We laughed,we talked,and walked by the lake.
God has a plan
There's no mistake.
Your beautiful voice,the songs you sing
A country gentleman....
Or was it a dream?
It wasn't a dream
Cuz, you're still here
By chance of divine
Whatever the case.
Two peas in a pod
What a glorious day!
I do not come to you by chance
Destiny brought us together to live.
Fate put us together into this matrimonial
Institution where no one is a graduate of it.
So humiliate and discriminate me not.
Break not the oat on that beautiful Altar
Where we once told each other i love you
KIssed and caress our body in the faces of the doubting
Congregations whose smiles betrayed their faces.
Betrayed any signs of familiarities in
The strange darkness that instills fears.
We beamed smiles in the comfort of our heart
You shifted your eyes from what you have and
What you don"t have and you set your mind
On what you can give, especially what makes others happy.
Once i wrote, i cried in tears of your torture
Betrayal and humiliation upon my life.
The burden of your wickedness tore my sorrow from my flash
Although there is no eyes without tears but
Mine breaks the walls of towers into pieces.
We tolled together yet rejection welcomes me always.
Each morning i wakes and stand on the bed to mourn
I feel alone like a wanderer in dark street.
the power of tears has deserted me and i try to cry no more.
Why reject and avoid me like a lapel?
am i not woman enough, what is the different between me and other women?
I do not come to you by chance
Do accept me as i am.
Destiny has brought us together from different world.
We can still break the ice together and smile
Like when the day was still young and the coming rain smells good
NOTHING HAPPENS BY CHANCE.
You are not under the sun
By chance,
All your deeds has been
Organized and planned.
It’s my choice to either
Follow the truth or transgress,
Am a slave working for
Progress,
In sight of the HOLY Congress.
All you soil are vanity
Very soon we would all
Be gone for eternity.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.