Best Care For Poems
There are a few gentlemen I admire
Whose lovely poems set my heart afire
Though we live far apart
They all captured my heart
Their romantic verses make me perspire.
I dare not expose each poet by name
Cuz I'm afraid that would make them fair game
To the women of soup
Who would make a swift swoop
To put flirty moves on each manly flame.
I'd best keep their IDs close to my vest
And imagine their heads upon my breast
While I pretend their lines
Are for me... valentines
And my breasts only used as a headrest.
Jenna
I dreamt I was lying on her soft breast
As cushions go they were simply the best
Then there was a loud beep
And I woke from my sleep
But I'll never forget her treasure chest...
Tom C.
One's lucky to pass the gravity test
With breasts able to use as a headrest
When they start to swing low
Reaching to your elbow
Those fantasy men will not be impressed.
Belle B.
Some soup poetesses leave me cold
Others make me feel lusty and bold
Then one I met
But to my regret
She just craved my bulging--billfold!
Robert Gorelick
Katelyn Kirkconnell
4-20-17
Mère
The way she combs her fingers through her hair is captivating;
She always checks herself in the mirror before work to make sure her hair’s align and makeup’s ideal.
She couldn’t go one day without my palm in hers;
The way our skin brushes against one another's like a paintbrush gliding across a canvas makes her piercing, blue eyes glisten with joy.
I could never be like my mother;
Her effigy floats above my head, for she is poised.
She’s never able to confide in anyone else because her soulmate made her think otherwise.
Oh, but my mother lives her life off independency.
Whether or not she has her one true love to awe at her beauty or to reply with “i love you too”.
Altruism is what she’s always taught me.
Self-love is nothing but a void to me because I care about the disapproval of these mortals surrounding me.
Yet, she doesn’t, she never will.
An optimist, she is,
But I...I could never be like my mother.
He deserves such softness.
Bony hips bruised on the corners of card tables and rough edges
Three different lifetimes worn through his young skin.
Skin bruised beyond its years and demanded tougher every day.
He shall be anointed with the softness of my palms and fingertips
May my lips show him his hunger and thirst is all that matters
The folds and curved edges in my mirror were overfilled in my mind
But it is not my mind that needs cushioning
It is his.
I will be his softness. Whether to lay a tired head upon, or to devour hungrily.
Like a peach, my skin, too, breaks easily, and he may tear into my sweet flesh
But for once, I can see him nourishing himself
And I can be his softness.
Spare a thought
For buffaloes, bulls and bears groaning, mourning, starving
Under your collar don’t blow hot
Making rivers and rodents sad, carving
Space and time you don’t own
Encroaching on privileges animals and plants possess
In their comfort and discomfort zone
You dare to distress and stress
Best to minimize the plight
Reptiles and rabbits confront every morning and afternoon
With no morsels of grub in sight
As savannas and simians croon
Shambling in starvation style
Bulging bellies boast as labels of stables and fables of gluttony
For a convoy of jalopies cruising in single file
Pay last respect to Tony
Who’d passed on in pitiful poverty
Impecunious
Although in death no novelty
Comes through under the guise of ingenious
Crafting of manipulation
But you’d do well to sacrifice creature comforts to elevate the fate
Endured by long suffering trees and tigers whose daily nourishment ration
Ought to funnel a debate
On the injustice witnessed globally when a tiny few
Gorges on two thirds of world resources
With neither care nor clue
On the abuse fauna and flora sources
Suffer
Dwindle
Prefer
Decrease as the self satisfying spindle
Spins and spins
With little thought on air and water pollution
Pins
On environmental dissolution
Metamorphosing the Earth into a less habitable planet
Treated with disdain
Depleting the Earth’s net
Worth as polluters gain bargains again and again
Super profits
Turning a blind eye
To sarcasm skits, bludgeon bits and tendentious tweets
Lying inside a liberal lie
That all’s well
Environment concerns mean nothing
As imbalances and inhospitable elements swell
To spell doom unless you start caring for Mother Earth and her everything.
Like my father I have a farmer's soul.
I appreciate the Earth.
I know all plants must have good soil
To survive for Spring's rebirth.
Of course all elements are important
In Nature's grand renewal plan;
But the ground lies there so trustingly
From destruction or mercy of man.
I rent my sixty acres, yearly
To a wise and educated farmer;
Who treats the land so gently
It would make your heart beat warmer.
He believes in plant rotation,
Organic fertilizers are a must.
At the mart his lovely tulips
Put most others in the dust.
Whether one works the land for profit,
Or love of Nature is the reason,
One must recognize the needs of Earth
To have success each growing season.
Written: 3/5/16
Wealth brings many friends , but a poor man 's friend deserts him.
Proverb 19:4
Who cares for you?
When we separate with good people
We feel to cry,
Remembering
The good times
With them.
When we separate with bad people,
We feel much peace ,
Happy... so happy,
Trying to forget
The bad times with them.
Who cares for you?
How does joy make
Us feel when we are
Surrounding by the people
Who love us and see
Our importance
To them?
It is always good to have
Two or three
People who real care for you
Than having thousands
hypocrites who can leave you
In hard times.
Who cares for you?
You will always notice
People who real care
For you when your house
Turns very dark,
Night becomes
Long than a day,
Dams , rivers ,
Lakes, and oceans dry,
Rains stop for some months.
Strong wind blowing days and nights.
Burning sun over your heards.
Different diseases rise monthly
And you don't have some money.
Wife and kids are looking at
You for daily breakfast,
Dinner,
Supper
And different bills.
Good people will share their supports
But some hypocrites
Will leave you,
Blackmailing
And mocking on you
here and there.
Laughing
At you every time,
As you turned to be
A dark humour poem
Wrote by circumstance
And problem
But In the rainy season,
They will return
Without being called.
Apologising today and
Tomorrow
Trying to laugh with you
From your window
Pushing you
To do thing for them,
One by one telling his" her" problem
To you without asking them.
Who cares for you?
I really care for you
Dear brothers
And sisters
Reason why
I took my valuable
Time to write
This adorable
Piece of poetry
So that you may
Really identify
The person who cares
For you on this earth.
I love you with
My full heart.
The poet
Who smile here
And there
Because
My love
And
Your love
Readers
will be
Victorious
April 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
She is bronze colored in complexion...
She is not too tall nor too small..
She is found along high rise buildings to sidewalks..
She dresses according to the 90's, to the latest moda...
She has her own unique style...
She has of brilliance undefined..
She has the hands soft to caress and rough to grip..
She has of eloquence: smile that soothes...
She is from the southeastern seas..
She belongs to islands of myriads history..
She comes from the land of the tropics..
She stands out among the crowd..
Empowered through high quality education..
Unbreakable by dozens of life experiences..
Molded flexible enough by Her culture
Zest enough to face the whole world..
Wether in the most sophisticated way..
To the simplest servant you can see at home...
What makes her so captivated...
Her full blown nationality of being a Filipina...
© O. E. Guillermo
02/10/2013
4:30pm
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name a poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11
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Frank and Nada went together like pina-colada
Each half had dreams and brought laughs
He’d open doors and make real sure
That his Nada; he would truly care for.
He also had family from before
They cared for him. He for them. That
Can’t be ignored. Well Frank got ill in 2021,
Nada called for help; what else to do?
Ambo’s came calling, her Frank to help
He’s thinking clear?
His birth date he gets it right correcting Nada
To 1962 not 61 here, so she puts some fear upon the shelf
She’s told don’t worry we’ll treat him well
This was by now the triage speaking I make bold to
Tell, yet the lies soon started about where he
Was? Well’ Dispatched supposed to Canberra from
Queanbeyan, she gave an hour and then she rang, to
Canberra. To ask a bit. There was no Frank!
Some panic hit. Her man was still there at
Queanbeyan had invasive p c r, then
ICU? What is their plan?
They say Frank’s in for a real fight, but they’ll see him through,
He’ll be alright. and ring
Whenever you like at all, just be assured Frank’s
Welfare is our first call, yet when she phones no hand picked up..
Hardly ever at all
Really simple stuff. Then they administered
The killer remdesivir intravenous tubes plus
Ventilator to her dear. She’d call by phone
They were always busy, at five they might
Call but the advice they suggested would
Make her dizzy, on the strength on facts we
Can only proclaim they treat him rough as guts its plain… Both
In Canberra and Queanbeyan. After some days their story
Changed; he was on his way out now a Bronwyn claimed
There was a Dr. Tom and a registrar but as for help they were far; very far,
Fentanyl was next to come, his organs failing, his heart was poorly
Nearly gone. Nada fears murder.
That much is clear, I found I cried a tear as Hoody did!
My country’s smashed I offer no kid. In despair and longing I call to all Aussies
Wake up and act, just make a plan, now stand tall. And make it strong for those
Like Frank who’ve suffered hard and long, both in Canberra and at Queanbeyan!
©Joe Maverick 10-4-2023
I care for you
I care for you ...
... 'cause you are,
'cause you are beautiful,
'cause you are holy,
'cause your voice is like water murmoring,
'cause your touch is soft as velvet,
'cause your glance is heavenly,
'cause your heart is God-fearing and shy,
'cause you love given the chance (to love),
'cause you are free like a poppy (flower).
... so simple,
so misterious,
the greatest art.
No more, no less,
I care for you ...
Rad te imam ...
... ker si,
ker si lepa,
ker si sveta,
ker je tvoj glas kot šum voda,
ker je tvoj dotik nežen kot žamet,
ker je tvoj pogled Božanski,
ker si podoba Boga Najvišjega,
ker je tvoje srce Bogabojece in sramežljivo,
ker ljubiš kot ti je dano,
ker si svobodna kakor makov cvet.
... kako preprosto,
kako skrivnostno,
najvecja umetnost.
Nic vec nic manj,
rad te imam ...
© Matjaz Grcar
In May, as we honor Our Blessed Mother Mary, Jesus’ first
and most important Apostle as Queen of Heaven and Earth, let us also focus on how to care for God’s creation. Everything in the worldbelongs to God, and our job is to care for it out of love for him and our neighbor. Try these easy and low-cost ways to care for God’s creation:
If you are interested in birds, put up a bird house in your yard
or neighborhood. More habitats disappear each year and birds have fewer places to nest
Limit the use of chemicals and pesticides in your yard. They
may be harmful to birds, wildlife, and pets
Wash laundry in cold water. You’ll cut energy bills and find
that most clothes are just clean.
When hiking or walking outdoors, stay on trails, keep dogs
on leashes and avoid sensitive natural areas especially during nesting season.
Dispose of oil and other toxic materials properly. One gallon
of oil poured down the sewer can contaminate one million gallons of fresh water.
Replace one incandescent light bulb each month with
energy-efficient compact fluorescent ones.
Reduce the amount of water your toilet uses during each flush
by placing a jar or other closed container full of water into your toilet tank.
Collect rainwater from gutters by placing containers at the
end of each gutter. Use it to water your garden or neighborhood landscaping.
Give thanks to God as the Creator at mass. Our worship of
Him will make us more aware of all God’s creation.
I get paid driving a farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor.
I massage, soothe muscular pains,
move circulation through your veins.
Never trained in orthopedics.
But I've got skills of the medics.
Strained tendons, twisted ligaments,
just suit yourselves, my compliments.
I rub and press, even squeeze
your bodies, limbs and extremities.
Be yours the size of whales or eels,
your ills, your aches this masseur heals.
My fingers know topography
and the contours of your body.
Got skills of a land surveyor
from long driving a farm tractor!
.
I eat caviar for breakfast
and I have servants to pluff
my pillow and make my bed.
Let me ring my bell so I
could get my bath water
ran, oh and don’t forget
to pour in my bubble bath
that cost thousands a bottle.
Man I’m living the good
life,
In my mansion on top
of the hill.
Not to mention the cars
in my garage.
My address is 5466
Make Believe Lane
Because in reality I live
in a tent
And I don’t know where
my next meal is coming
from.
Alexis Y.
04-18-2021
you'll never be alone
as long as i care for you
Hear my whispers in the dark
my voice is clear and true
when darkeness comes
reach out for me
i'll light the night with stars
so you could see
that you tried so hard
but it wasnt meant to be
you got so far
you almost made it to victory
in the end
it was full of pain
it doesnt even matter
because that pain didnt stay
whenever you fall
i'll always catch you
when you've think you lost
i'll be there to remind you
you'll never be alone
as long as i care for you
Not even Tisiphone looming could invoke the fright this fury leaves etched across my spine
Olympus' indignation will not leave me in spiritual paralysis like She
(Shch, shch, shch) severing my Atlas, losing my mind--I can't carry these melancholy skies
Her voice, even in its brevity, balmbarded me with an inward rise of Dawn's rosey-red fingers
Now, Her silence--Her silence sings a delyreous epic of what I couldn't help, but destroy
--Without Her, I feel like Telemachus futiley fending off suitors alone
Promises to not fly too close to Helios: broken glass under a blind woman's feet
Like Perseus, I'll face whatever evil's Cracken; although, a life without Her, I'd rather be the Nemean Lion
Ebony Aphrodite, whose tone leers at me with a Medusa gaze
I wasn't Cronos; although, I was, in this gracious goddess' eyes, titanic
However, it now appears I've corroded our thread; easier for the Fates to cut
taking care of her
catering to her with love
just like she does me