Best By Inches Poems
Death has became a familiar face
To me.
Battlefields filled with carnage and
Mayhem.
I call it home some call it hell.
I find peace where there is destruction.
I feel love in war.
A born soldier, I was made elite.
The spray of bullets grazing pass
Just missing me by inches
I must embrace death.
He fills my spirit with the heart
Of a 1000 known warriors.
Genghis khan
Achilles
Shakazulu
Rain-in-the-face
They all rush through my veins
Strengthening my soul.
Warriors manifest through the brave.
But there is no warriors code
No honor in death
No living by the blade
No pride in facing the enemy
Face to face.
We fire weapons from a distant
We drop bombs from miles high
Robotic warfare on those that
Are less fortunate to even the
Field.
I am no longer a warrior.
There is no honor in rifles
The way of the warrior is dead.
So I smell the dirt as I leave the battlefield.
Say On last prayer to the warriors lost
Sat down my rifle
And leave
Never to kill again.
You were my life’s foundation,
There won’t ever be another one, no,
Horrified with my transformation,
I remember you as the light in the snow.
These times we had; we kissed, we cuddled, we had a blast.
The world seemed ever so vast,
For when you were with me,
The days would eternally last.
As shining stars you shined so bright,
More than willing to take up the fight,
Ever so close to feeling the light,
But for you I’ll never be the mounted knight.
Because one day you shared your love with me,
The next; you could nothing but flee,
And with my world at your knees,
My life got turned to agony.
The blink of an eye made your love a rash,
Did you live a lie, which turned me to trash?
Where will I remain, forever in the past?
Who will know before my last.
Why did I myself mindlessly threw?
Hoping that in the end, there would be just you,
But I was the one among few,
Who truly felt how high you flew.
I could’ve been the lion or the hawk,
Everyone kept saying it was my own call,
Perhaps I was just too haunted by the thought,
That in the end; destiny suits us all.
The world’s most beautiful princess,
Wondering if you even miss me by inches?
Feeling nothing but distress,
I’ll never find one with qualities you possess.
And so here I sit with my heart of clay,
Trying to hide my now dearest gaze,
And I’ll be forever living, the rest of my days,
Knowing that this was the one, the one that got away.
fearing a future
measured merely by inches
dare he dream of flight
We'd scarcely begun our journey
to the sunny south when the sky's roof
descended and hung a shelf overhead.
"God is now joining us," she said.
On the long bridge over the ocean
toward Madeira Beach, an ear-splitting
screech interrupted speech. Brakes
screamed as an auto coming forward
crossed the median into our lane.
She immediately jerked the wheel
to the right. He missed us by inches.
We moved on in stunned silence.
Clearly, we had looked death
in the face, and won. Mere seconds
measured the difference.
Driving home in heavy fog, she fretted.
Zero visibility brought anxiety.
"I've got you covered," she heard.
"Haven't I had you covered,
from the beginning?"
cfa © 1/31/11
McGee's oldest son, graduated from school
But McGee wished he had more ambition
Instead of a doctor, a Lawyer or Cop
He became an astute, dietitian
But, all in all McGee was still proud
And happy his son was now home
Took him out to the pub for a meal
And a pint with a nice head of foam
As soon as McGee's butt hit the chair
Said the Barmaid "I'll take your order"
"For me a pint and a good Irish stew"
But his son, orders salad and water
McGee taken back, said "What is this now ?"
"Now Dad just let me explain,
Red meat is a poison that'll kill you in time
It gums up blood in your veins"
McGee thought a moment, then whispered quite soft
There's something, my son you should know
"I think you are right, cause I'm dying by inches
From something I ate long ago"
His son was alarmed as he grabbed McGee arm
"Please tell me---- for heavens sake"
"It's hard to admit but I'm sure it was it
A slice of me own wedding cake".
Is it fair that youth is beauty
That the best we can ever be
Is before we are twenty three
Why can't a wrinkle be sexy
Who says grey hairs are icky
Contact lenses are too tricky
Comfort and ease of eyeglasses
Tri focal eyeglasses
But why, but how, when
Did youth escape and old fogey begin
The burden of life's responsibilities
The worry of offspring indeed
The need for success
The desire to impress
That weather our smooth silky skin
Into worn leather feel rough and thin
Tooth loss and baldness
Nose hairs and body aches
Disease and numbness
Hot flashes and body shakes
Dimming of senses
Enlargement of ears
Shrinking by inches
New things are fears
Tired blood and blue veins
Forgetting whats her name
Corns and bunions
Yelling at them youngins
Jello instead of steak
Maalox replaces milkshakes
Eat dinner at four asleep by nine
Can't believe the speed of time
Is it fair that youth is beauty
Why can't being old be better
Then aches from change of weather
To using a cain instead of raising it
Gumming a steak until you can't spit
Just think how sexy you will be
If you finally reach forty three
Lets change our perspective
Not be so narrowly selective
Enough of the smooth shapely firm
Cute bouncing buns we had and yearn
Let's hear it for the pale faded
Wrinkled saggy way nature made it
Posteriors of the more mature crowd
On second thought without my glasses
Youth is beauty
Enjoy while its yours
A MEANING FOR EACH DAY
The long-distance run begins again
From its dawning burst upon
The route of each unique day —
Evolving, exerting, energizing, elating.
The far distances: a crossing from
Vague inspirations to verses, persisting
Like the birds that squawk at treetops,
Wondering how their cousins sweetly sing?
The deepest longings prayerfully
Reach up:
thought to motion,
With the blessed guidance to rise
Out of self:
from kernel to cosmos—
Like a Phoenix springing to a marathon
Flight across continents with
sea waves mirroring the soar and
Gracing spread wings
With strength for the unfolding search.
Our earth-born lives, bearing
our spirt quests may
Bloom into a growing of faith,
and to a consequential want
To follow in Christ’s deliberate,
Loving footsteps…Fully perceiving
Others while the run of hours
…pauses
To touch the Shepherd…
Learning that starting points and finishing
Lines are neither one beyond us…
By inches or instants,
Wearing our inherited,
ancient, wind-lifted capes, our
Every step taken, and hope given teaches:
Meaning is the bed
of the very paths
we choose to walk.
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(C) sally young Eslinger 1/22
This morning, my yard was hopping
with squirrels and rabbits busily shopping
for pine needles, berries, and cones,
perfumes, oils, and sweet colognes,
to entice partners for this evening's bebopping.
The fox said to the wolf in a huff.
"We're making this problem way too tough.
You take that goat, Sandie,
and I'll take that lamb, Randy.
And we'll split Porks, if that ain't enough."
There was some tumultuous to do
in the pouch of mommy kangaroo.
The twins were jumping and springing,
doing summersaults and singing,
making mommy kangaroo ~ so blue.
Tiny birds scooting across the street,
hopping on their three-toed, little feet.
A car misses them by inches ~
they'd be dead if they were finches!
Tiny birds! Get off the street! Tout sweet!
I chanced on a cat as big as a bear
who was all covered in grizzly, brown hair.
He was cornered by a mouse
as big as a house!
And guess who there was trembling in fear.
"You look like a million bucks
in your elegant white tux,"
said the ravenous wolf to a lamb.
"But though you look pretty in it,
don't think for a minute
I'm not gonna eat you, cuz I am."
Two smart crows peck at a road-kill cat,
plucking bits of liver, lungs, and fat.
Crow one inquires of crow two:
"How's this feline tasting to you?"
"Much finer than last week's sewer rat."
A third of the ducklings is three,
waddling behind Mama Shérie.
If a duck is a bird,
and three is a third,
how many birds do you see?
Life in this big old fishbowl
was never quite completely whole,
till Wally the walrus
came to dwell among us,
and gave this fishbowl some soul.
Oh, kiddies, please be alert!
Here live dangerous dragons that squirt
all manner of green ire
and orangy hell fire,
and if you get hit, you’ll be hurt.
I need what I thirst for
Her presence fulfills me
Quenches what I yearn for
She's with me all the time
I keep her on my mind
It's not enough; I need more.
Let my eyes engulf you,
Or make me blind;
My vision can't consume
Another flower
That isn't at full bloom.
And I do mean to sound rude
When I say,
There isn't a shape
With the same symmetry as you
You laugh,
Am I a jester at heart
Silently playing a fool
Or do my demands bring a smile
And by inches,
bring me closer to you.
Can you see me?
Can you read the article that is my face, my mood?
I'm morning for the partial creator that has left me wounded. A artery cut has no path to death like the silhouette in the distance I no longer see.
Do I ever cross your mind, ANYTIME?
I don’t need gifts to shower me for the apologies and guilt immersed in you.
I shower daily to cleanse me of your stank as it is. But for once can I sulk in a tub of your commitment?
I am half of you.... Your blood flows through me like the distance that is measured by inches to feet.
I just wanna be next to you, do you wanna be next to me?
Do I ever cross your mind, ANYTIME?
I will always keep your picture in a frame to remind me of the strength that I hold.
The strength that allows me to hold fast to a decision acted upon and not told.
I miss you and I wanna miss the times that we have and haven't shared.
Events desperately asking to be compared.
Do I ever cross your mind, ANYTIME?
My dreams no longer linger at night. I find myself sleep walking and daydreaming to keep a relationship of the hope of us.
Tears will stop and that pipe dream will turn to rust.
Dad.....
Mom......
I’m just a kid.....
ANYTIME!
Snowy footprints lead the way up the drive to my front door
Through a path of four foot high light up candy canes they soar
Beautiful wreath of glorious design greeting loved ones so dear
Welcome to my "holiday home" at this special time of year
Come inside to coziness and enjoy the trimmings everywhere
Garlands entwined on banisters,red velvet draped across each chair
Twinkling silver lights as a vision of the tree grows near
Welcome to my "holiday home" at this special time of year
Make yourself at home as you indulge in festive sweets
Every table brimming with salty nuts and Yule time treats
Let me make you comfortable as you enjoy a cup of cheer
Welcome to my "holiday home" at this special time of year
As we gather 'round the tree we sing aloud the songs we love
Of Santa and his reindeer and of course the child sent from above
Then we open all the gifts when Christmas's bounty is made clear
Welcome to my "holiday home" at this special time of year
We'll sit down to a scrumptious feast at a table overflowing
Look around at all our loved ones,faces so alive and glowing
Wonderful to be together with the ones we hold so dear
Welcome to my "holiday home" at this special time of year
As the snowfall grows by inches outside on the frozen ground
We are inside nice and toasty spreading all this love around
Gather up some extra blankets,everyone is staying here
Welcome to my "holiday home" at this special time of year
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Warriors become philosophical black
Assassins walk on water in fabric magic
Boots move quicker than the wind
Clearly invisible through vampire mirrors
Void of color, empty of human images
The night draws shapes on Ninja Lake
Reflects back vivid in shards of ice
Protecting natures shadowy body
Secrets blend in with Winter
Light objects gentle to the touch
Become solid as spy machines
Scramble into action
Move swiftly to the shore for battle
To attack the Samurai shielded in sleep
Dressed in snow, in honor, in mounds of white
Heavy swords rest, glistening by their side
Multicolored by moonlight, stranded in the sky
Lightning rods wait to strike at midnight
Only snores fill the silence between thin distances
A slice of life ready to be snuffed out at any time
Dragon stars spin like tiny metallic helicopter discs
Missed by inches through the bamboo covered mile
Some projectiles follow meadow birds in error
Exchange addresses that never return to them
Turn skyward with the wind in twisting flight
On the wing to chase birds only trying to escape
Before the lake sinks to new levels of depravity
Ninja and Samurai make mistakes then smile
Slice right through their most noble intentions
To serve God and country to the biter end
As blades pass right through invisible men
Tonight, will you be my pillow?
So warm, I'll not feel cold..
So soft, I'll keep to hold..
So cuddly, I want to on fold..
So precious, I'll not exchange for gold..
I will lay down for eight hours..
Or maybe even little more..
Hope your muscles will not sore..
Rather, they will be devoured..
I know I will along feel rest..
For, I'm inside a haven's love chest..
Too close not parted by inches..
So much, I don't want to miss..
By: olive_eloi
8:37pm
11/25/2013
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Whisper chases the wind
Along with your eyes that caress my skin
Inch by inches you tore me by the look of a sin
Blanket me with your silly paradigm scheme
Silenced by the judgement of color
You kneed my pride down under your power
No excuses, no chance to stand for an honor
For the plead has turned to sour
One soul has lost infront of the shutter's lens
Million eyes blazed over your mind's dense
Bladed words soar amid the clouds
Voicing the tearing hearts in the aisles of crowds
You take every breath that I breathe
Universe returns every pieces that shatter underneath
Unable to hide behind your own justice
Let the truth sit atop of its own prejudice
Some weird stranger came up behind me
with a machete and lopped off my head
It rolled away,
down an embankment,
landing in a ditch of wet soggy leaves.
It was cackling that crazy laugh I have when I am nervous,
not realizing it was dead.
I ran after it, and plopped it back into place,
but it had lost some neck muscles, and it fell off again.
I chased it as it tumbled across the highway,
missing a black truck by inches. The weird stranger
was running in the other direction now.
I could not see him go. My eyes were gone.
My soggy angry head was yelling at me now.
“You are dead stupid!”
This made me mad, so
I kicked it into the back forty.
Then I stomped back up the
hill, determined to catch and
kick the weird stranger.
I will teach him for making
me dead.