Best Can It Poems
Absolute truth, both mystery… and paradox.
“You make me wonder if you exist or not?”
The Greeks glimpsed you in circles and squares,
The medievals revered you in scriptures and prayers,
The moderns doubted you in so many facts and proofs.
Absolute truth
your a hidden treasure in the dark.
I’ve been searching for you with a lantern and a map.
Absolute truth, a misty mountain peak,
We’ve been climbing towards you
with a rope and a pick.
Absolute truth, a real puzzler
and a wonder.
We’ve been solving you with a clue and a key.
The enlighteners searched for you
in nature and reason
The romantics sang about you
in passion and vision
Whereas existentialists certainly questioned you
in freedom and action.
Absolute truth: are you actually still alive and relevant today?
You’ve been inspiring us with
your beauty and your grace.
Absolute truth, you are most diverse and multifaceted.
You’ve been expressing yourself
in every culture and every race.
Absolute truth, you are so complex and yet, paradoxical.
You’ve been challenging me
to question and embrace.
The analytics dissected you in symbols and many signs.
Whereas continentals explored you
in history and culture.
Yes, those postmoderns deconstructed you
in relativity and plurality.
Absolute truth, you invite us to seek
doubt, affirm, and critique.
You show us the value of
curiosity and humility.
Absolute truth: you challenge us to
dialogue, dignity, listen, respect, and appreciate.
You teach us of the importance of
diversity and empathy.
Absolute truth, you call us
to transcend, transform, love, and willingly serve.
You lead us to the ultimate goal of harmony and peace.
The scientists explain you in matter and energy,
The believers proclaim you in faith and grace,
The artists create you in beauty and meaning.
But the needle spins wildly, a chilling impart…
"Absolute Truth is a compass with a broken heart."
HELLO! … Hello … hello (hello … hello …)
OUT THERE! … Out There … out there … (out there … )
Silence---deep, dark, impenetrable---washes over me
My gaze takes in the vast sweep of starlight on a clear night
Knowing all of that it is but a mere speck in the grand scheme of things...
I am frightened
Am I -- are we -- is the human race ALONE
Amidst all of this bewitching splendor
This cold-hearted, stony magnificence
Can it be
July 02 2019
The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Covid 19 what can it mean....
sweeping the World with a vengeance it seems...
A call to love one another caused by extremes....
Will we all come together to answer the Call...
bypassing deep divisions among us all...
refusing to let one another fall...
The Truth of the people is now what we see...
I care for you and you care for me
revealing the only division came from the media on TV....
We are deeply United in answering the Call
putting our trust in the God that created us all
refusing to again listen to the divisive that want us all to Fall!!!
How can it be
That you can feel so empty
And yet so full of emotions
At the same time
How can it be
That every option seems a bad one
Nothing in the world seems right
I want to fix everything
And yet I have no motivation
How can it be
That it is so hard
To get excited about anything anymore
How can it be
That I want to stop existing
Yet I do not want to die
How can it be
That no matter how hard you try
You will feel pain
How can it be
That no matter how hard you push
Your feelings push harder
How bad can it be?
The earth is dying.
Animals are crying.
Their homes being taken from them.
But how bad can it be?
Can’t go outside because it’s to smoky but
How bad can it be?
Wondering what’s going to kill us first,
War or what we have done to our planet.
Some people really don’t see,
That there is no planet b.
But how bad can it be?
You think the economy is more important than the ecosystem?
Try counting money while holding your breath.
if we kill the natural system of air, water, and soil that keeps us alive and well, no amount of money will take us out of this hell.
I don’t think you understand how bad it could be.
No one will know if I litter once. Right?
The tables turn when 8 billion people say that.
Global seas are rising, the earth is frying but at least your saving money.
Our earth is dissolving but your world is still revolving around you.
Our earth is warming we are informing when are you going to see that this isnt just a warning.
Millions of people are dying everyday but our still trying to say that you picked up a piece of plastic the other day.
How bad can it be???
When are you going to see the earth isnt guaranteed
Over 400 fires were not just liars this is how its gonna be
You say it cant be until it affects you and your family.
Are you stuck it in a dream or are you just not noticing a theme.
Why do I chase the atom?
when the universe has always been mine.
Can love evolve from red giant
into a galaxy?
Dust and stone
become skin and bone,
born; fall and rise again.
I love the black holes
of your eyes
for they radiate
much more light
than they could ever take.
White hot coals made to rake
caked surface of my lungs.
How I long to see your breath
steam up the silence in my soul.
Droplets, turn into rapids
and rush my question away.
I tripped; stumbling
my spirit crumbling.
Hold; release those fingers.
Strength born of sugar
does not last, and it feeds fear
I need complex and organic
Can rotten become fresh?
Carry the inner babe
Cain and brother Abe.
Save: heal the tether.
Can it be true?
That you are mine for all time
Can it be real?
That I'm able to call you mine
Is it the truth?
That you will never leave me alone
Can it be true?
The way you put me in a zone
Can it be real?
The way you tell me I make you feel
Is it all true?
That our love could really be real
Can I tell you?
That I love your electric touch
Can I ask you?
Do you feel my love is too much
Is it really okay?
To build my life anew with you
Can it be true?
That with you I'll never be blue
how can it be
that i sit here all alone
here in this house
that we call a home
we are so different
you and i
you sit so happy
as you watch me cry
ive asked you before
if i should just go
i dont feel i belong
you hate me i know
just be honest
let me know whats real
so full of games
pain is all i feel
Can it happen this very day;
That a thin ray of mercy from the heavens,
Hits towards my dark hideout,
And shines all the way?
And,
Can it be that I am saved;
From the wrath of man,
That tosses,this,my life,to and fro;
Like rejected sacrifice?
And,
Can it come to pass,
That the living hope of promises;
Written well that all will be well,
Be well tonight?
Can you love someone
you have never seen.
Only to lose them but now wonder
what could have been.
Can you say you love someone
who you havn't talk to in years.
And now that you might have a chance
Hesitate because of your fears.
Can you say you love someone
when you tore out their heart
and in front of their eyes
made a brand new start.
And I do love him
or so I say
because i think about him
each and everyday.
Yet as i sit here thinking
while looking at the heavens above
I can't help but ask
Am I really in love?
How Can It Be Love In A Place They Call Cyberspace
How can it be real love in a place they call cyberspace
Not to be able to lace each other’s fingers an embrace
Not to be able to feel the warmth race of each other’s deepened passion
Encase your heart loving as one
How can it be real love in a place they call cyberspace
The fun is taken away when you cannot see each other's brighten face
Among the scattered red rose petals on a satin sheet
Holding each other’s hand you would all float away with no true love to stay sweet
How can it be real love in a place they call cyberspace
Somewhere out there is that perfect soul-mate to replace
That space of each other's future journey's end
Cyberspace love is a faithful relationship of a friend
By: Eve Roper 9/19/2015
way back in the day
a very wise woman said
run! don't walk away
this is a new type
of insanity not seen
in our family
but we didn't heed
now it has begun to grieve
those here in the path
is this how you test
the supposed love of those
strangling in your web?
you make it real hard
to love without condition
recycled sadness
ASK A QUESTION TO THYSELF
WHAT IS LOVE?
SOME WOULD SAY, A SYMBOL OF DOVE.
SOME WOULD SAY, IT CAN'T BE EXPRESSED;
WHILE SOME WOULD SAY IT MAKES THE PEOPLE DEPRESSED.
SOME WOULD SAY, IT IS A FEELING APART FROM OUR LIVES;
AND SOME WOULD SAY WE DO IT TO OUR WIVES.
I KNOW IT IS A COMPLICATED QUESTION;
BUT IT IS MORE WHEN YOU ARE IN THE SAME SITUATION.
FOR A CHILD, LOVE IS WHAT HE DOES TO SOMEONE OTHER.
BUT WHAT ACTUALLY IS LOVE?
NOT SLEEPING IN THE NIGHTS;
NOT TO BE MORE INTERESTED IN FIGHTS;
SEEING EVERYWHERE THE PERSON'S LIGHTS
CAN'T BE NAMED A LOVE.
EVERY PERSON WOULD HAVE A DIFFERENT OPINION FOR THE FEEL;
SOME WOULD SAY, IT'S SOMETHING TO HEEL.
SOME WOULD SAY, IT'S A PATH TOWARDS HELL;
SOME WOULD SAY, IT MAKES OUR EGO FELL.
THE HURTED ONE'S WOULD SAY, LOVE IS FAKE;
THE BEGINNERS WOULD SAY, LOVE IS A BEAUTIFUL LAKE.
NOW, NOT CARING ABOUT OTHERS ANSWERS.
FOR ME, IN THIS MATERIALISTIC WORLD.
LOVE IS NOTHING JUST AN AFFECTION;
BUT IN THE SPIRITUAL WORLD, IT'S DIRECT GOD'S REFLECTION...
I didn't know it was you,
For you looked handsome as ever,
Calm an sweet.
My heart skipped a beat,
I lost a breath or two....
Once I realized it was you,
I stop the feelings from coming through,
Some got ahold of me
An some didn't make it through....
Can it be I'm still in love with you?
Eighteen yellow roses arrived today
The forth of September, with walnut tree
leaves Falling like snow, twirling to the ground
Nineteen years ago Rose arrived that may
The eighth of may, with black pekoe tea
Leaves twirling in my cup, spun my world around
Each year another yellow rose joined the spray
In our marriage we just grew more free
Under Each stone turned, more love we found
Each year another since our wedding day
entwined together, she taught me how to be
Over my stone heart she always astound
Seventeen times that annual bouquet
September fourth, under the walnut tree
Under love lightened hearts we danced around
Twice she got stents and god, did I pray
For life without her I just could not see
Third time, no charm, left me gagged and bound
Sixteen weeks since she left this world, that day
The fourth September dying walnut tree
Dried yellow petals, weep dull lifeless sound
yet
Eighteen yellow roses arrived today