Best Clear Up Poems
I really have outdone myself this time!
My ‘God Machine’ is finally in place!
I’ll never have to fret about a rhyme,
Or stop for a red light that changed from green
As if it sought to put me in my place
A random hiccup clearly quite obscene.
I really am quite clever I must say
My ‘subtle knife’ (1) allowing me to splice
My ‘God Machine’ into time’s tawdry day
The true God left completely unaware
That He is now controlled by my device
And just another victim of malware.
It seems there’s quite a lot that ‘God’ screwed up
That I intend to change now I’m in charge
I think that its bad form to cover-up!
So what’s the deal with dying anyway?
Let no one die will be my countercharge
And life is just a breeze on my freeway!
All pain mere nuisance, manna heaven sent
And sin gives you enormous facial zits
While love and kindness clear up all your rent.
Though talents differ, jealousies dissolve
As differences bring none real benefits
And non-destructive social moves evolve.
All birth defects, parental wealth passé
Genetic weakness gone with dodo bird
No accident of birth gives worth per se
Sins of the parent cannot taint the child
That God might favor one is just absurd
The color of one’s skin no more reviled.
But now I find my plans have gone awry
My God Machine decided I’m a flaw
It seems that I’m outdated samurai
Humanity endangering MY plan
Just plankton in the future’s yawning maw
Machine judged only advocate for man! (2)
Brian Johnston
November 5, 2014
Poet's Notes:
(1) subtle knife - A reference to a magical knife that can open windows in time in one of the 3 books in the Phillip Pullman trilogy 'His Dark Materials' including The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass.
(2) My poetic version of the lesson of the book and movie 2001 (written by Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke) where HAL, a computer so smart that it becomes sentient, decides that that only way to really protect a manned mission of a spaceship to the planet Jupiter is to kill all the humans on board the spaceship. The crew's humanity HAL decides is just too big a risk to the mission that HAL is charged (by its human programmers) to protect.
With no cover ups, let me be frank
At times my mind goes utterly blank.
When I sit down to write a poem
From topic to topic, my mind does roam
But nothing comes to spark off a rhyme
Often I feel the words do not chime
Today as I sat down to write something,
I ended up conjuring nothing.
No thoughts came to stir up my brain
And no topic I found- save my strain.
But I wasn’t ready to willfully give up
And waited impatient for my mind to clear up
I thought I shall settle with ‘Compassion’
But alas, it was charged with no passion.
The urge to write had grown into a fad
And I felt I was growing altogether mad
Feeling feverish with a compelling obsession
I was moving to a state of aggression
Driven by a fiery fancy to express
And a tormenting desire unable to suppress
With a mental state somewhat fierce
I climbed up and down the stairs.
I stood upside down and raked my head
So that a little poem, into it would be fed
Feeling dizzy, I stood suddenly upright
But on my head hung a heavy weight
I poured some water over my head
But knew my fever hadn’t fled
Madly pacing across the room
I tripped and fell down on a broom
Rising, I screamed with all my might
Making the household ring in fright.
‘What the hell is it?’ I did shout
And wriggled in pain as from gout
In mad frenzy, I ran round the house
No one knew the reason for my fuss
Soon it dawned on me that I needed some rest
For I was far more than stressed
So I sat down and closed my eyes
Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise.
I don’t know how long I sat in meditation
On waking up I got a fresh direction
From the grip of an entangling rigor
I restored my sanity and vigor
The sun had gone out of sight
And the moon was beautiful and bright
It was already growing late
And I put off my futile fight.
I fell~ asleep
It was easy to fall*
I slipped~ into a dream
When I couldn't get a grip*
. *** .
I hate WHAT you did to me..
Inside are things you can't see..
WHAT!
Do you want me to PRETEND a smile?
I think I'll stay in my slumber of denial..
Like a pack of candy,
you where excited to open me up!
After a while you kept your mouth shut.
This Love Label came with NO WARNING sign.
WHAT happen to cloud nine?
Secretly you ended this.
With one broken KISS!
In the back of my mind when I close my eyes..
My thoughts are still searching for that one surprise..
A piece of puzzle in the making,
The piece that will clear up my skies...
I can't live my life in peace...
Knowing my heart was filled up with your disease...
Like a dreamer you made me fall into deep...
Now I'm lost in a realm of sleep..
This dream has not expired,
I'm overdue when it comes to counting sheep..
This is only a bad dream?
Wake me up!
Hear me scream!
WHAT! I'm not screaming?
Come on, I got to be dreaming!
WHAT!
Do you mean this isn't a dream?
My memory flashes back on my most horrific nightmare…
Again, I find myself in rivet of this excruciating pain
With emaciated body, I totter to my wheelchair
Holding my paintbrushes and glass paints
Dogged enough to finish the portraits of my agonizing tale.
It’s so hard to clear up my hazy mind
Like smoked glasses- a canvas which I need to dust…
As my tears seek its way to dry
My fine hair drops at every strand
While these paint brushes of mine sweeps so fine.
My mother is so old… now alone with me
Can’t sing long lullabies anymore,
Can you sing for me?
Please put me into deep slumber
To dream that this nightmare sets me free
As I fervently pray and cling tightly to Thee.
My memory riffles through my agonizing tales one at a time
Peeking through a fizzled hope, then I see the light
As all smoked glasses are with colorful paints now
My fragile and emaciated body begin to rise
Anchored by my indomitable spirit, pale skin starts to blush
And my hair grows even more robust than pinctober’s thymes.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Oct. 3, 2015 6.25pm
I wasn’t goanna write this but im compelled to do so, I felt you should hear it
This is what I do, and I love what I do, my passion to write and give hope
It’s like giving breathe to something dying
It’s my job to enlighten
Help bandage or fix wounds
Help Dust and clear-up dirty laundry
Introduce you to a world of forgiveness
Forgiveness to move on searching for a better you
Don’t be fearful to the words I use,
There isn’t nothing better than you start forgiving you
No apologies should be given for who you are
When GOD made you, you became special
Special to those who appreciate you
So those who don’t, it’s their fault to never knowing you
The characteristics of speaking is hearing
To possibly trust but sometimes love
Love is all in the heart but given to a selected carrier
So be weary when giving
In theory magnetism pulls the best attraction
It’s time for you to exert force to the right attraction
The taste of a warm, clear liquid runs through my throat.
The bitter taste of love, feelings and emotions all in one clear bottle of venom.
How did it end to this, how did i end up doing this?
The taste gets bitter and bitter just like the flavor of you.
The fiery burn is hotter than hell itself, but i continue going on.
With every drink is another memory to forget, with every drop is another story to be forgotten.
The numbness of feeling no pain gets stronger and stronger, Every action, every word ever spoken completely disappear with just another drop.
I soon forget but that doesn’t make me stop, why?
Shouldn’t the void clear up now? shouldn’t the emptiness fill up with the venom, filling me up?
Shouldn’t the dark turn to a grey color and shouldn’t i be satisfied with the warm, fuzzy feeling of forgetting?
No, because how could you forget the emptiness, how could you forget those words, how can you turn an addiction to nothing more than a piece of forgotten string.
How can you turn love into hate, and how can you turn me into a person?
With the month of addiction, the month of trial and error how did i end up being hurt the most?
How did i end up turning into someone i’m not, how did i turn to the venom for forgiveness and hope.
5 years old, 8 years old, 10 years, 11 years old I swore to myself i wouldn’t.
I swore the poison would never go into my body, and become my only resort to the paradise called hope.
I swore i would never let substance control me.
But the ashy taste of cigarettes and the burn of venom became my best friend.
They became the only thing that let me forget, and let me feel something more than an endless void, a dark hole in my heart and vibrant colors in my mind.
They became the only thing to look forward to in the day, the only thing i wanted.
It became very clear to me that the venom i depended on was the poison you left me with.
The only thing i had left was the taste of the warm, clear liquid showing me hope..
The smell of dirt and concrete
The sound of cars and crickets
As I glare into the night sky
Patiently, I await its appearance
Perhaps it is shy as it hides
But it shall reappear again
As my emotions begin to clear up
I can see the red emanating from it
But as soon as I can see it,
It soon runs away again
Hiding behind the grey darkness,
But it cannot dim its glow
"When will it show, oh, where will it go?" I wonder
"Oh, why is it afraid?"
Is it fearful of the peering pupils?
As all colours look up to the sky except one,
As red is afraid to show its eyes
I begin to lay on my back,
As I touch my heart and feel the beat throughout me
I continue to wait for the hidden to become the unhidden
I stare straight up, with patience
My hand begins to reach out towards the night which feels so close
I attempt to touch it as disappointment rushes over me,
As I realize my palm does not connect with the sky
Again, I look into the grey,
But still no sign of red or white,
As my heart begins to sway
Is it gone? Shall I depart?
Or will it soon show its true form?
Doubt fills my heart as it begins to darken,
Both it and the night sky
Then, I suddenly feel a sense of anger and abandonment
Has it left me just like the glows of the night?
The liveliness and bright lights left suddenly,
As I begin to assume that it shall leave me too
My energy begins to dissipate as I yearn for comfort
Those awaiting it have now left it,
As now it has left them
Only I lie in the middle of the concrete,
Craving for something that may never show
I stand to yell at the dark night, asking
"Where do you hide and why do you lie?!"
My skin begins to itch as I peer into myself
Time passes and death awaits us all,
I realize time is only temporary
I only saw glimpses of colour,
As I finally realize that the grey and black darkness may never clear away
Grey shall cover the black
Grey shall cover the red
Silence is all I hear now.
I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.
I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up to the top,
hit rock bottom with a thump.
I’ve journeyed and I’ve traversed,
arrived here and went that way.
Headed out, trekked, and jetted,
fixin’ to go there someday.
Went when the Spirit moved me,
only if the creek don’t rise.
I’ll head out your way sometime,
if I make it be surprised.
I’ve voyaged, gadded about,
tramped, stomped, and drifted around.
Been where the sun did not shine,
just the other side of town.
I’ve flown over the rainbow,
the other side of the track.
I’ve crossed against the traffic,
walked away and not looked back.
Always marched to my own drum,
I’ve strolled down the avenue.
Danced, pranced, and pirouetted,
I’ve had nothing left to lose.
Where I’m bound, where I’m going,
don’t ask me ‘cause I can’t tell.
Some say I’m bound for Heaven,
others swear it’s straight to Hell.
Here’s a fact SOME dog owners have missed -
The dog poo fairy DOESN’T exist
So get out your scoop
And clear up that poop
Or you’ll get a big slap on the wrist!
Inspired by a large poster I saw on a van
07~16~15
his love so toxic
his dream became her nightmare
distraught mother begs
helpless onlookers
suspended from the window
he just let them go
he killed their children
helpless as her tears roll down
her will to live gone
©291220112215
*just to clear up the confusion
this is actually written for
Andrea's movie contest!!*
Cotton Candy is a pumpkin who
Is known as White Pepo too.
Her nice rounded shell
She keeps very well,
And one day she met Baby Boo.
Baby Boo is quite small, and at night
He might glow, an albino pure white.
He is both good looking
And good at cooking!
He and white Pepo make a rare sight.
Cotton Candy (White Pepo) and he
Got together, and baby made three.
With skin color cream,
The baby’s a dream
And he’s part of the Ghost family.
Like his Mom, maybe better, is he.
Ghost can keep for a long time and be
Just like his Dad too.
Like that small Baby Boo,
In the oven he can bake sweetly.
Another White pumpkin, meanwhile,
In Carol’s patch sat on a pile.
Smooth, round and pure white,
An adorable sight,
Is this pumpkin with decorative style.
Other pumpkins can read this and weep
For Halloween has a new peep!
For MINE, cute and small,
Has the name of Snowball
And clear up to Christmas can keep!
For Carol Brown's
"What No Orange Pumpkin" Poetry Contest
fifteen run after an oval shaped ball
guy with a whistle has the final call
a try scored counts as five
that makes the crowd come alive
oh boy, I love it when they dive and fall
*To clear up the confusion my limerick
is about Rugby*
9th place
LET'S LIMERICK CONTEST
Sponsored by: LINDA-MARIE
Way back then you would play the dress up game
With boots and braces tried to look the same
Knew all the symbols, slogans and banners
False bravado of explicit grammar
Without knowledge or pride in our race
Knew nothing of our past or history's place
chorus
All you know is blind hate without a thought
Facts, pride and history you never once sought
Hate our enemies and you don't know why
A Hollywood Nazi, now wave goodbye
Your fueled hatred has finally burned out
Now a dropout, anti racist you shout
Destined to join the vagrant parade
Now dancing on the puppets masters blade
telling stories of what we're supposed to be
but boy you don't represent me
chorus
Never the one for an independent mind
your just clueless leading the unseeing blind
pseudo crusader of false dichotomy
new nothing of cultural anthropology
now let me clear up any misconceptions
not hate, but pride, history, race our redemption
chorus(2)
Woke up this morning all forlorn
Piles of dog poop lie on my lawn
I’d love to find the offending mutt
Give his owner a cork for its butt!
Dog poop is a disgusting mess
It gets everywhere I must confess
Come on dog owners make me happy
Put your pooch in a doggy nappy
Notices say 'clean up dog poop' -
All you need is a poop-a-scoop
Or simply carry a plastic bag …
If I see YOUR dog poohing – I will nag
Just clear up the offensive doggy doo -
It’s not a difficult thing to do!
Contest – Everyone Poops – Roy Jerden
07~26~15
Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!
Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!
I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence!
Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated!