Best Candid Poems
I watch the water trickle down my blank canvas,
The whole world is crying today...
Nature has water-washed the Earth green,
The land looks fresh, as if awakened by a magic touch,
I trace the cold mist with my fingertips,
as the dark clouds are drawn towards the half bright sun...
Raindrops jump and splash in brand new muddy puddles.
Lilies look lovelier and jasmines jive joyfully,
Daisies wear dewy dimples,
even as the merry marigolds seem to melt...
And on that faraway mountain, in a summer cottage,
those roses blush redder when the rain kisses them.
My eyes glisten and my lips spread in a smile,
while I brush away those few drops left
to complete my candid dreamscape...
06/29/17
Fat Santa sneaked out of the shop
With bags full of sweets and a cake
The salesgirl screamed out: “Call a cop!
That man dressed as Claus is a fake!”
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A Funny Christmas Themed
4 liner Poetry Contest
Hosted by Tania Kitchin
Placed 2nd
© 29th December 2021
In God's image we were made, and to God all the Glory
Thus lucifer became dismayed in not liking this story
Of the angels he took a third coming down to the Earth
And because all of this occurred we have Jesus's Birth
Just one of many worlds that exist, yet different are we
satan in adding his own little twist saying you glorify me
he was one of the wisest being able to know man's heart
Knowing exactly what he should test in giving sin it's start
You are helpless in your defense he will sift you like wheat
His powers are too immense and you will end up in defeat
The Heavens filled with controversy as His Angels look down
All eyes upon you and me Reflecting the Glory of God's Crown
Wear God's armor in battle in the attacking of the enemy
Cut off that snakes rattle in telling people they can be free
satan will eventually get his due no need for you to be there
Jesus can read hearts too, but of this I'm sure you're aware
Job 1:6 Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan also came among them. Job 1:7 The LORD said to Satan, “From where do you come?” Then Satan answered the LORD and said, “From roaming about on the earth and walking around on it.”
Food, ale, smoke, sleep, and solitude—
these are the things which I live for.
Provide for me lamb barbecued,
and I'll demand of you no more!
O lovely lass, whatsoever's the matter—
why so downtrodden and alone?
Be not vexed, if you feel so much fatter
than most, dear, for we love our own.
Sweet lass, let me tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd chase you for your gorgeous asset.
But as I am three-score and ten
years old with wife not dead, then never
could I be your white knight with steed.
So have hope, lass! For time, however,
in its fullness will meet your need.
Here are some fun things that happened
On that classic Candid Camera show
A man walked backwards on a sidewalk
People copied him, wouldn't you know?
A man wearing only tighty whiteys
Asked the hotel clerk for a room
A street cleaner starts cleaning the gutters
With a broom handle but missing the broom
A man was pumping gas at a gas station
It ends up costing eight hundred dollars
Obviously, the dial was tampered with
Strangely, he got hot under the collar
A lady is surprised by a job interview
Conducted by a six year old boy
A mailbox that says, “Have a good day!”
People didn't catch on to this ploy
This couldn't happen in today's modern world
Where everyone's on top of their game
Back then, we could all laugh at ourselves
Too bad the time's had to change!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Sphinx Head On Mars Contest
G.L. All
squirrel poses -
perched candid shot
resumes climbing pole
These are my 3 year olds Annabella's answers about me. *What is something I always say?
"I love you"
*What makes me happy?
"Me"
*How tall am I?
"Big"
*What's my favorite thing to do?
"Birthday cakes" ??
*What is my favorite food?
"Birthday cakes"??
*What is my favorite drink?
"Water"
*If I could go anywhere, where would I go?
"To see Jesus"
*Do you think you could live without me?
"No"
*How do I annoy you?
"So angry"
*What is my favorite show?
"Vampires"
*What is my favorite music to listen to?
"Rapunzel"
*What is my job?
"At the office" ??
*How old am I?
"3"
*What's my favorite color?
"All colors"
*How much do you love me?
"4" ?? Note to the authors Tabitha and Annabella, thanks for sharing with love John
Candid Beauty
Candid beauty made of gold
True, your beauty never gets
old,
Many stories have been told
By so many,you've been loved,
True,your eyes elate my wish;
Oh....Your kissed, lavish
Levitate me to my dreams;
Nothing really what it seems
Only you is my dream-wish
By Ernest Badounts
In humans narcissity, indifferent continually partly?
Caring effacing cursing raving
In-continuity..' Maybe? Am I trite?
Light entertainment;T V trials expose's
Speak of sensuality, tease by promiscuity
In a questionable proximity a proxy place
An invisible divide.. Presides rabidity
This is a worn; worm eaten valuless society
That only wants the best for me for you 'so true'
A mark a chip broken mugs, cheer for the
Equality, women fighting like men, tattoss are
A freedom sign? Like the dark aged picts did
Twee do now.' 'meow meow' only the best we celebrate
Till they are unmasked, by the ones so tasked
They are dragged to the courts, where they find
Co-horts; in cahoots with the nobility of sleaze above the judicary
How can they jail these.?
One thing seperates them
Unproven acts, un-found out facts
Without a shadow of doubt.'
Time has the truest shoutout.'
Not quite the version of real time,
caught calm in a candid capture;
At once the art fades away,
burned from memory into a filter;
Caught calm in a candid capture;
A moment ago you were boiling,
finale fireworks on the Fourth of July;
At once the art fades away,
left in awe of your explosion;
Fanned fire cooled to low key;
Burned from memory into a filter,
changed your speed way too fast;
Emotional hand read 'Move On.'
A funny thing happened on my way to work
Was stopped by a down and out man
Asked if I could spare a ten bucks for a coffee
Ten bucks could buy a whole damn can!
Said he didn't want to keep on bugging me
Every day when we met on the street
Thought ten bucks would keep him in coffee
For two or possibly three weeks!
Suspected this coffee he was talking about
Wasn't your average brew
His breath was enough to knock down a rhino
It was extraordinarily potent, p-eew!
Well lo and behold saw a dude with a camera
Filming the whole damn scene
Turned out this down and out beggar guy
Was a plant from Candid Camera it seems!
Was just about to give him the finger
Good thing they told me in time
Would have seen my mug on national TV
Giving him that very rude sign!
Sometimes
I'm not sure if I am Me.
I fall into the safe Despair, Regret, and Lamentation
and the reindeer in my mind digs a hole in my heart to find a reason.
I step outside the world for a moment and watch the hole,
the hole filled with
my rough red but quiet waves in my heart.
Inside the deep deep silent waves
there is that reindeer lying down,
Observing the flat stars falling down.
When the red waves from my heart flow over the reindeer
The reindeer just closes its eyes
still lying down on the silent waves.
But when its white horns tore its skin,
it abandons its horn,
Instead of bones,
And runs,
Until the hooves worn out.
Until its face is shattered.
Until everything is gone.
And finally
The last step of the reindeer purls through my cheek
Then I bait the reindeer antlers
to find a new reindeer
And when there are no horns left,
I lay down,
Started digging into the deep deep silent waves.
Abandoning my legs
Instead of my hands
Abandoning my horns
Instead of my bones
To see myself hiding under my heart.
Every poem,
Is only worth a damn,
If it captures my genius.
So rare,
So demanding to do.
My genius knows no limits,
So many poets,
With so obvious limits,
Could not hope,
To capture the purity of brilliance,
That is me.
The oceans, skies, clouds, emotions
Sensations,
That I am not feeling,
Are not worth exploring.
Mr Neruda, Whitman and Oscar,
What were you thinking?
I didn’t feel, see, say,
Experience that!
Scribble it out,
Cut it with red lines,
Repent and ask me what’s real.
It….
I couldn’t tear down Rome,
Even,
if I had something to build in its place.
Misfit.
My Sweet-Candid Ophelia
Hamlet did loveth your fairness yet frailness
You showed him and the World that Love's pure through your playful kindness
The sweet haunting of your departing has taught us a happy yet bittersweet lesson.
William did giveth you a mercy ending for all the pain in the world.
You'll forever remain in Hamlet's heart
For which you're bounded in eternity
Amen
Post-Script, Love XO Isaiah A. Asangalisah.