Best Cheaply Poems
We loved the lollipops, cracker jacks, and Holloway candy sticks. We adored the chocolate-coated ice cream bars and the tootsie rolls.
We could not get enough of pop sickles, cool aids, and soda pops.
We sang a love song saying, “Ice cream, soda water, cream on top, tell me the name of your sweetheart”. We had the best-tasting cookies and cigarette candies that eyes had ever seen. We were just poor kids in America’s poorest state, but no kids were sweeter than us. Hot as fire, hassled and harassed by humidity and drops of sweat; but we were sweet, not from
our good-natured personalities but from the sweets that we ate.
Life was hard in my little Mississippi Delta town; But somewhere between hard work and chores; between feeding the chickens and the cows; between feeding the goats and the hogs; between watching TV and doing homework;
between the sun ups and the Sundowns; and between the dawn and the dust;
Yes, in between, we found time to play. Most times we were okay, didn’t go astray, and had lots of fun in the barns, playing in the hay.
We rolled rubber tires like we were driving fast cars; laughed out loud as we sucked whining balls. Money was always lacking, but we did our share of licking, chewing, and sucking the sweet stuff. We bought a lot for the few pennies, nickels, and dimes that we had. We could buy our treats cheaply back then. So, we did our best to stay sweet, chewing bubble gum filled with sugar. We didn’t have a care and learned how to share, and the sweet stuff was always there. 013008PSContest, Childlike Fun, Caren Krutsinger, 2P
I hope this letter, to you, a stranger
Becomes a letter to a friend
As we travel on this journey to its end
Yes we’ll start off as mere strangers
Trying to share the selfsame track
And what matter, if you stray a little
For I'll just lift you up and bring you back
I will steady you if you stumble
Catch you if you fall
Hold your hand when you get weary
Guide and protect you through it all
Oh I pray you learn to love life with a passion
With a zest and inner smiles
For that in truth, is the secret fuel
That will drive you countless miles
If loving life is too hard right now
If deep worry spreads across your brow
And your health is not as good at it might be
Well don’t fret my new - found friend
Just stay with me until the end
And that youthfulness will bloom again you’ll see
Together we will tackle any fear
Banish doubts when they are near
Grow a smile when one is lacking
For you have always got my backing
I’ll help you always go the extra mile
Help you scale mountaintops in style
Then I sincerely promise you will find
Life will love you back in kind
In more ways than you would ever guess
Adding life to years and years to life no less
For your circumstances always follow thought
And a life worth living is never cheaply bought
I’ll keep you on the straight and narrow
If you will but let me take the lead
As if we stick together on the journey
We cannot fail but to succeed
And no longer will we be strangers
But partners till the end
Now that’s a heart felt promise to a friend
Your rod is not for signs my brother...
Stop looking for red seas to divide...
It should be the trophy of your bride...
That other sister need not to bother...
The pie between your thigh is priceless...
serving it cheaply to mark a moment
may lead to a lifetime of tearful torment...
Lose not your worth, Your royal badness.
Rash rodents seek sweet holes to plunder...
Let them not mess your milky mountains...
Some pies are pools from filthy fountains...
Let them put your heart and soul asunder...
I really believe that safe sex is sweet...
it makes real relationships romantic...
yet it does not make marriage realistic...
Safe hearts reduce stray dogs on the street.
No sex is really safe outside marriage...
some lovers often turn to lousy losers...
cheaters were one loyal skirt chasers...
Sex cannot save slaves from bondage
"Monet's paintings are best seen from afar than close up," ... by Poet.
Faraway the figment, like Monet the pigment,
the brother so gallant, how he flaunts his talent,
he paints at a farness, like a horse to harness.
On art, less than tasteful, funds spent a bit wasteful,
hence, see he a crackpot, three prunes be his jackpot.
The other, quill--fountain--built a tidy mountain,
first bees in a bonnet when he wrote a sonnet,
then that which was timeless 'twas wrote poems rhymeless.
Mom gave, 'twas none cheaply, had pockets dug deeply,
both brothers did cherish, their sinful ways perish.
Mom was not devious, planned she thought previous.
saw her boys sinister, she aimed to minister,
The Word generated, the cloth, venerated.
Conformed beautifully, her sons dutifully,
tale of our brotherhood, as she vowed motherhood.
Chipped the factor of maybe days,
Wondering sweet tooth cracked in the night
And the cap spilled parallel, baring the nerves,
Electrical jolts from a tin foil bite.
She hurled back her head and laughed aloud,
So her neck made a finger snap sound,
In massacred leaves and juniper groves
Arched her longbow spine on the cold winter ground.
Strobing snowflakes abandoned in her hair,
Glitter bugs gleamed by a vampire moon,
Hewn blue-rose thighs buried life alive,
In a freezing of flesh, it was over so soon.
A harbour relented, cheaply complacent,
Moonstruck asylum, the member shrank small,
And tucking her womanhood moistly home,
I died for to her it meant nothing at all.
To the God of Poetry
Reclining now, I beg of thee!
But one fervent wish....
That from my pen always flows,
My very heart, my blood and my
very living soul.
Thou art not happy with a shopping list!
Nor, when in frustration, I have
nothing to say?
So I pull any words from the poetry
sphere, just to pen a poem quickly.
To have others think I am such a seer!
There, tragically upon the parchment
no part of Panagiota is.
Just a counterfeit lie, empty words
And my tears.
Stir in me, the artistry of Virgil!
Stop me now from impressing my
poet-fellows,
With the fewest words I can find.
and murder the English language,
My pen thus a dagger be!
My life far too abundant has
been blessed, than...
To lie like a harlot on any poet's desk
to be cheaply read in hastiness.
Just to be part of the reckless
poet fold....
Best for me, in shame to hide,
Or drown in a forthcoming tide!
Please, oh please, God of Poetry,
Upon my hand, your loving hand
to forever rest.
Remind me whom I serve, 'tis you,
not men.
I am committed to you, and you
alone fully, as doth a lover be.
Not to tickle or cheat another of
the universe nor the total me!
Forever with respect and love
Panagiota
5/6/2019
10:30pm PST
Genial to avoid confrontation
Baseborn kind, complaisant character
A spurious recital, a cheap imitation
Apocryphal mind, and comical creations
Counterfeited Christ
An unholy effusion
Sons of Belial
Clutch arcane knowledge
Esoteric information
Delve into oracular verse.
Deadened faith
Recondite belief denuded denials
Portentous and abstruse
Divested of the truth
Desolate road
Traveled day after day
Seriatim in miles
Strangled in hyperbole
Hypothetical noose
Cheaply loose
Tightening
methodically
Suicidal salvation
Covertly clandestine
Do what art wilt
Deliver the chosen
indoctrinate guilt
Derision to the destined
To learn love over hate
Adoration to inculcate
Imbue their sick lessons.
Children race under curtains of sun where kites fly laced in joyous delight
Echoes of childhood still remain of melancholy play , forever locked in wistful refrain
As days of bucket and spade pass away
Trapped in endless blue, the sun shines bright, while fleecy clouds turn pure white
Sparkling and clean the waters race,
side by side to crash on lonely shores reflecting the joy of childish faces
Winds blow , clouds fly as mountains turn in ominous skies
And she stirs as rain blurs the interface of sea and sky
The mountainous waves speak in tones of thundering grace, ask me now for I do not lie
Blackness descends , the winds do howl ,life comes cheaply , she replies
Swept away in a lovers quarrel , the rage kept locked away
She acts now in magnificent display
Feelings of anger , jealousy and rage
Till at length she calms herself , her fury abated to all things related
The golden sands once again in mid-day sun
Rainbows grow in shimmering mists
And still I wait to see what mood exists
Time is suspended for who knows how long, the seas are calm and pure as glass
And all is normal , feelings of love again at last
I enter the lottery discretely
For a dollar I do it quite cheaply
I’ve never won a cent
But this doesn’t prevent
Me from giving them my money weekly
It’s no gain to waste all this pain.
A disgrace to not always hide this face.
My mind is lame, and it’s a shame,
to feel so numb and not be dumb.
I hate to say life’s not always been this way.
It’s an outrage that I ever lived outside this cage.
Apathy works best for me.
Cold-hearted to myself, the cheaply departed.
Sadness makes me the happiest.
My loneliness makes me feel so blessed.
This bitter resentment fills me with contentment.
My biggest folly ever was delaying this melancholy.
However this ailment is reaching my fulfillment,
Leaving me empty, sad, happy and whole.
My bitterness is such bliss.
A feeling that I would surely miss.
I often lament evading this torment.
This suffering is the greatest thing ever.
I frequently regret never being upset.
Now I daily look forward to the sorrow that’s promised by tomorrow,
and I pray it comes each and everyday.
Without its displeasure I cannot carry on,
for it is my greatest treasure.
Perturbed by you, my family and friends.
I’m losing. Propaganda is told and sold
So cheaply, wantonly squandered against my trust.
To never fight for life together or again.
Is immoral pleasure gained from your lies?
It’s unexpectedness swift, so cutting inside.
The outcome real to me if not to you,
I feel the hurt, the closing love we knew
One time from birth, no more is ours to share.
To drink from your well, shallow with love I found
Flavours too strong and harsh to drink for long.
I tried and failed will nevermore wonder why.
The Penny Arcade
Back in the 1920's, Americans would go to entertainment
spots around big cities like New York and Chicago, were
you could go to have some fun, these places were run
very cheaply and were called Penny Arcades, in these
amusement parlours you would find an endless array of
fun things to play, like fortune teller machines, scales to
weigh yourself, crazy mirrors that made you look really
fat or very tall, hand cranked picture viewers that would
run for a minute, all for the cost of a penny (1cent), games
of skill like the flick through the loop bagatelle game, if
you got the ball in the win hole your money was actually
refunded and another free shot was given, then there was
the famous crane game which had a large claw that you
would have to manipulate into position to with prizes
below, if you were fortunate enough you could win a
little prize from it, these crane games still exist today
but the modern version hardly let's you ever win, unlike
it's earlier counterpart, winning seemed easy and it
was a favourite back then when things were made for fun.
Once all the money had gone we said goodbye till next
time, when once again we try our luck in the Penny Arcade.
Written 28th July 2013
I light a candle for I love its soft light
But it flickers despite no breeze in night
I like the flicker, but I want it to be happy
To be steady, contented, a friend true and sure.
Is it puffs of wind that disturb it so?
I feel no draft of breeze on go
Perhaps its warmth creates its own updraught
Perhaps it knows more than I about air care.
Is there a spirit congealed within the wax?
That I bring to life with enlighted match
If so then I welcome this spirit stuff strut
But Please! Stop waving at me incandescently.
Is there some imperfection in the candle?
Have I urged in buying too cheaply, got junk
Next time I'll buy better, I promise.
So Please! Stop the flicker, forgive me!
When I stare at the candle intensely
Does it flicker more or less
Is it better this way or that?
Forget the flicker, move it away a tad.
There now, the flicker is beyond peripheral
It is still there ticking away its flicks
But flicker and I have compromised
A concensus to be unconsciously enlightened.
Wonderful Anthems
Here and there into symphonies weaving
Words, panegyric words, inebriating
Nations everywhere each with glory beatifying
Faith, love, courage beautifully praising
Ethics, peace and hope in every song, exhilarating
Unity all are calling; freedom dearly holding
Life, shelter, chastity, wonders everyone offering
So many egos awry inflating
Schizophrenic world
Schizophrenic world we are building
False most hymns are sounding
Dissonant words travel to hearing
Peoples slowly, painfully dying
Hunger, famine more land gaining
Casus bellis easily finding
Exclusion, hatred everywhere disseminating
Extolled virtues nowhere, any longer existing
Human fresh flesh cheaply exposing
Scavengers we are all turning
Schizophrenic world
Schizophrenic world we are all building.
Since the day I died for real, I die often in my dreams
And each time I find myself standing in a chaotic crowd
Like an army just disbanded
Screaming, pushing, left and right to go through an open gate
Guarded by some other beings.
Mud and slide
In this side
On the other side is green
Neat and clean and organized.
That's the heaven I assume
And all beings will go there
When Signaled to do so
By the guards.
Dogs and cats, and flies and germs
All are here, and all the same
The same height, the same weight
The same color, the same face
And none caring for each other.
We all try to reach the gate
In this barren,muddy land
Even though we all are headed
And we all will be admitted
Any moment, now, there.
And I see all kinds of being
Here from every galaxy
All and every type of life
Displayed, cheaply, before me
For they push and fell, and slide
Greedy even this last time
All are greedy except me.
Then they look at me an sniff me
At my cold and wet feet
And they look me in the eye
Asking what solar system I com from
And I see that I still am the same fool I used to be
For I do not answer straight, but drag on
I tell them “In my planet all my species have been kings
We ruled and abused them”, I meant all the other species
“We ate their flesh,
We drunk their milk
We used their feathers,
We used their skin.
In my planet if you dare to approach and tell my kin
That he is not right to say this or that for any thing
He would be your enemy, he will hate you all his life
But if you will learn to praise
To praise him foolishly
Just praise him!
In my planet people do cherish all the stupid lies
They feed on insincere lies
And whole heartily belive them”.
I expect them to despise me and all my planet's creature
But to my surprise they open in my honer in both sides
And I think perhaps they heard, from their stars, about Jesus
Heard of our earthly sinners, sinners who had been forgiven
In advance by Jesus Christ.
I move humbled and enlighten, over dirt, toward the gate
I see angels, they are opening the gate and I fill the light
Poured from rays of morning sun over my wakened face
And I jump from the warmth
Of my bed not to be late
To catch bits of running life.