Best Cares Poems
Her poetic mind is uncannily artistic,
She can make a long grocery list
Sound like an art of Shakespeare
and still forget the humble Pear!
With her talent she writes poems
She can express the emotions
We didn’t even know we had …
Like crying over a sock losing its pair.
Her goals are so lofty
Even the moon gets FOMO
When you talk about them...
I finally came to know how she
Writes the prize winning poems
With profound artistic acumen,
She probably interviews her pen
Before letting it touch the paper!
Keep on writing my beloved poet
Sure, one day you will be the greatest !
"Nine Inch Nails, Ten Pins and the Purl Stitch"
She takes the cake
they offer, chewing too rapidly,
she Shrews when she speaks
I’ll beat warpath drums, she says,
no mistake
I’m a groper ... goody two shoes
she says
mouth wide open
songs problematic
she's done and she's gone
a stitch loose in the weave
drop one pearl one
dropped
gone
for kissing small bait in the shallows
she circles her quarry
bites their backs
she sits astride
the legs of a hot gripping story
sits like a monkey
begging for peanuts
she spits in comments
I'm thoroughly congruent
in moments of questionable torrent
I am all here
dear boy
dear girl
knit one
drop one pearl hooray
I am all here, here hearing
all seeing, all knowing
I throw it back
and I’ll give you
the crux of the crutch
all knowing
make no mistake.
my good god
I don’t care
I don’t care
do we care?
I don’t care.
truly I eat their sour pears,
place more wax in my ears
she throws pearls
decorously adorning
the minds of sows’ rears
left wing molting
a mouth full of feathers
right wing feeding them
she’s all knowing
bling bling bling bling
bling bling
bowling ball glowing
Ten pins
preparing minds
sharp needles
and yarns
Purl Stitch
knit one,
drop one
knit one
drop one
win
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Ram” – Paul, Linda Mcartney
https://youtu.be/dQwdanGKILI
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But the kettle's on the boil
And we're so easily called away
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
"Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger."
"There's small choice in wrotten apples".
"If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”
When morning rises on your blue sadness,
And its grey light falls on the injured soul.
In these shadowed rays you find a madness,
This well of despair as you lose control.
To weep in the mist where loneliness feeds.
Abandoned while time measures your lost tears.
As your severed heart lays open, now bleeds.
You'll inhabit cold nights when love appears
Leaving you vanquished without due remorse.
As love cares not for a heart that's misled,
Nor charts your destiny or chosen course,
No longer mourn for love, for it has fled.
To release your soul from its empty well.
You must climb each cold stone, wherein you fell.
12/20/15
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God cares* for you truly, more than I do
Offering His best from compassion’s heart
Dearest friend indeed; darling lover, too
Cheering with bliss He does impart.
Affection of His… warms our partnership
Refurbishing relationship’s strong cord
Enclosing us in His divine friendship
Securing our bond through prayer accord.
Faithfulness of the Lord keeps us intact
Ordering our steps for service ventures
Reaching out, sharing His gracious love’s pact
You and I are blessed in His green pastures.
Opulent in Christ’s caring wealth, I stay
Upholding you by faith’s anchoring way.
* 1Peter 5:7 Casting all your care upon him (God); for he careth for you.
Prayer-dedication to my siblings who are my best friends: Manong Rudy, Ading Bert, and Ading Ming
Sonnet in Acrostic form
November 25, 2019
1st place, "Best Friend Sonnet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 12/22/2019.
NO ONE REALLY CARES
Part 1
No one really CARES so our minds are in arrears,
We don't care because we live in fear,
So we stop caring, stop steering and forget what we are hearing,
But I try to do the opposite,
I invite knowledge as a fit open minded disciple,
Mindful principles while keeping afar from idols and fools,
In this physical life experience with natural rules,
Everything we observe is a reaction of something,
Learning from all the reactions of my exterior,
And a teacher that enlightens to get ya,
Understanding deeply putting perceptions on track,
Sacking deceptions that I see clearly as wack,
Quincy Mac is back on the attack seeing we are ALL sick,
Deceived by our leaders through exoteric information,
But the truth is within an Ancient Esoteric examination,
Where we find the true explanation on how to stop our current damnation.
Subatomically observed,
These wise words are here to disturb,
The spiritual learned and unlearned,
Get ready to be over turned,
Open up your eyes, you need to learn what's in disguise,
So if you know how to discern wisely,
The unseen thinking patterns manifesting into Brain Activity,
Manifested and seen in a 3D reality,
The probability of the following possibility,
Of all of us having an Elite controlled Proxy,
Controlling almost all humans including you and me,
Stopping us from seeing,
Truth revealing truths, hidden so unseen,
A word to the listener reading this,
A left brain prisoner, a manipulators dream,
continued........at part 2
Quincy Mac
date written: 22.12.2015
She was immensely house proud
mess not a single trace,
covers on furniture like a shroud,
Dust ….. oh my dare not show its face
Until…….
That day she fell over the vacuum hose
she lay on the floor in so much pain,
wishing, she hadn’t spotted the dust mote
knew her life wouldn’t be the same.
Had to sit there, her leg in plaster
looking at things that landed on her gleam.
A thin film of dust was straddling the furniture
so much so, she could write her name.
Then realised looking sparkling wasn’t the answer
dust was an item we could all live with.
Friends who called, how the room looked didn’t matter,
an out reaching hand of caring was what they could give.
Penned 19/03/2017
NO ONE REALLY CARES
Part 2
With a scheme from a team of human traitors who are unclean,
Straight up extreme and using it in a deceitful way,
Holding KNOWLEDGE of natural law, but manipulated bringing us decay,
May we all someday, see the lies and tainted blatant statements,
If I spoke this way in person, you would probably say to drop it,
So listen closely and see these are natural law compliments,
Right now as you read, Yes this very moment,
You have to agree, you have no spiritual mindful acknowledgement,
To any of my poetically written comments,
This message has been sent and must be put into action but don't rush,
Even this modern day scribe, alive and learning who to trust,
Most of us hide, side with the blind, ignorantly trusting our governments,
Raise the alarm!! Dam it's for real, we don’t even get the hint,
We are inattentive, lack being inventive, so we sit back and don't get this,
Ignorantly we rely on our current structured system,
So its not surprising we collectively invest our minds into everything,
We aren’t seeing, therefore we open the door to negative action,
Because the reality we are living is a huge distraction,
Our interactions of actuality doesn’t impact us enough,
To even contemplate bringing up spiritual investigations which is a must,
We lack legit validity and the understanding of true love,
But some of us have a chance, a little advanced with minds that rush,
Who gather up enough information to start questioning,
Asking "who in the hell, do we really trust"?
Knowledge into action with a robust mind removing the rust,
Starting to see my way forward I wipe off the dust,
With a small thought of disgust, I laugh in joy,
Enjoying what I’m seeing while inner cleaning with no fuss,
So we must trust in ourselves, ask for help from inside,
We are blind but in time we may get a small glimpse,
When we rinse our minds, we gain insight that’s simple,
Your physical body is the temple,
You planted a seed and what's being revealed is the whole apple,
The allegorical story of Adam and eve is factual,
So listen up and go learn about the Natural Law Principles.
Quincy Mac
date written: 22.12.2015
Because he cares you will sleep well tonight
Because he cares he will watch over you until the morning Light
Because he cares he will help you every single day
Because he cares he will shelter you from any storms of life that comes your way
Because he cares he will stay by your side forever and a day
Because he cares his love will never wither or fade away
Because he cares on lifes' Journey he will help you get through
Because he cares and especialy because he loves you,
Because he cares, Nothing can ever seperate us from the Love of God, Amen.
Romans 8 : 38.
Mama wants to talk of birds and the bees.
Wonder why she wants to tell about these.
I know that birds sing
And honey bees sting.
I'd rather fly my new kite in the breeze.
There's someone who cares for you
No matter what you do
And it doesn't matter what you go through
Somebody else has been there too.
Sometimes things have been rough
Times when even I've had enough
But I stayed strong, and remain tough.
For I know that things won't be this way always
Because yet to come are better days.
Just trust, and believe with all of your heart
Then say a prayer and Jesus will do his part.
Without him we'll always fall
When in the beginning he should've been the 1st we call.
So now that we know what we are to do
With just little bit of faith, we must stay true.
Who cares?
Those were days past
When Africans used to be brothers
When everyone shared when something bothers
When we all united against immorality
When a child belonged to the community
Now everyone on his own
Because none cares
Gone are days of blood brotherhood
When all norms had meaning
When a kinsman never would sleep hungry
When we shared a pot of soup
When we talked openly but gently
Now everyone on his own
Because none cares
As the days go by the emptiness inside grows
fighting invisible demons back into the shadows
I scream for help, shedding tears of sorrow
hoping I might overcome my burdens tomorrow
fearing as if nobody else really does care
all that's left to do is to say a prayer
to be free from all the pain and suffering
my sinful life in desperate need of restructuring
I must turn my faith and love to the Lord
maybe then my cries will no longer be ignored
receiving the help I so desperately need
mending my heart to no longer bleed
losing this winless fight I've waged within
just wishing for a new walk to begin
please God hold my hand and wend my way
knowing if you are by my side I can face a new day
learning how to live my life without loneliness
fortifying what at once was a cruel weakness
I'll overcome my trials and tribulations
while I may have to face complications
moving forward my soul I devote to you
reassuring there will never be another adieu
now that I've accepted God, one who truly cares
He will show me the answers to my prayers
2/7/2020
Who Cares About Poets?
Who cares about poets—
Even when they turn difficulty into design,
Carving worlds out of words,
Shaping destinies with clauses,
Taming language with silence,
And molding life into form?
Who cares about us?
Who cares about poets—
Even when they turn the ugly into beauty,
Naming ashes as boldly as gold,
Unveiling darkness as faithfully as light,
Exposing hatred as clearly as love,
Cutting through grief as deeply as joy?
Who cares about us?
Who cares about poets—
Even when they translate silence into sound,
Bringing the rumble of oceans onto paper,
Interpreting the whispers of flowers and thistles,
Making mountains laugh and rivers weep,
Silencing lions and teaching ants to cry?
Who cares about us?
Who cares about poets—
Even when they reveal bleeding hearts without a blade,
Fight wars without weapons,
Conquer lands without armies,
Rule empires without thrones,
And change the world with nothing but ink?
Who cares about us?
Perhaps—
Poetrysoup does!
To be able to move someone
To make one feel something
A true achievement that would be
And not an easy one
Talent and skill needed for sure
Experience, thoughtfulness
and something else, something more
Is that something which is learned?
Or is in innate?
What separates the greats
from the average?
I think that one has to be able to
possess and understand deep feeling,
before it can be conveyed to another
yet many do feel
In the end, I suppose it is passion
which drives and the hope
that someone cares
that stirs this quest and which
will not relent until it is achieved
Emilia J, so lovely and light, no sun-bearing song, could be singing so bright,
In the heat of the day, or the chill of the night, Emilia J, is a beautiful sight,
At the core of the Earth, or the crag-bearing crust, Emilia J, is a beacon of trust,
If you batter your bread, in a bag-tearing bust, Emilia J, is a poetry must.
Emilia J, how great can you be, writing your poems from the top of a tree,
The crows are upset, invariably, but Emilia J, is a blossom to me,
Her writing is finer than rabbits have hares, Emilia J, is a friend to the bears,
If poetry, possibly, prickles your pears, Emilia J, is a poet who cares.