Best Consistently Poems
Can I be a constant feature
Set you on your path
Guide you when you unawares
And watch you as you toil
Can I be a conscience
Help you on your growth
Your constant life companion
From a distance dazed by eyes
I can be your confidence
When words of tears stream into focus
As a compass I can offer you hope
of a brighter wind at sea
Let me be your gold-plated armour
Protect you as you draw to slumber
When life showers with its endlessness
I'll bear the blows discreetly
I am the one you look to
but yet you cannot see
The one who lights your path so gently
yet you can only behold of me in the darkness
My light does not create you
but yet keeps you in sustain
Rotating about your limited universe
From conception till your biddings breath
I write to you this evening
To remind you plain and clear
That although by day I may be hidden
Yet in the deserts night i can be seen
Don't be puzzled at this letter
As my intentions have been clear
You're the love I seek from a vast plane
Consistently yours, Mr Moon
Consistency was never a word for dad.
He was like a painter’s wheel with squares whited out
so nothing ever flowed quite the way it should.
In fact, there was something foreboding
about the concept of color coordination
and alphabetical order
that he always seemed to avoid.
Things have never been in constant pattern
nor have we ever viewed a schedule in our house.
I can’t even list how many times
we’ve been just barely late.
Someone once said my dad wasn’t a good one
because he doesn’t always lay down rules
or make us stay in on school nights.
“There’s no sense of order! Children need a sense of order.”
But there is something no one understands
and that’s that even though it isn’t perfect
and there are things that could improve,
There’s consistency in where it lacks.
And we wouldn’t change him for the world.
by Sarah Rosendahl
“The hurrier I go,
the confuseder I get.”
Picture a poster prominently placed
in the classroom of one who
teaches grammar and literature.
Its confused, cartoonish character states
(using wretched grammar) that he just can
not catch up and make sense of things. I’m a fan
of this poster and the theme it relates.
Too-fast living discombulates!
Over-commitment
can make us like poster guy—
bleeding tears, struggling—
furiously racing but
consistently losing ground.
entered in the Broken Wings Challenge - Write One Contest on August 30, 2016
I’m hesitantly ecstatic,
And devoutly Republicratic,
A conservative eclectic,
And a pragmatic romantic.
I scoff at reality,
I’m a collection of coined morality,
I’m a gracious curmudgeon,
And everyone’s conundrum,
Does this make me gregariously timid?
Or just consistently inconstant?
A consistently poor wage
Licenses rage:
An ugly fight against the cage,
Steady enveloping of stagnant wage,
A temper warning every wedge,
Rising while lowered with vintage.
Hirers open a sterile page,
Not a complimenting line for a sage:
Reflections of his usage,
Not a half paragraph for his adage…
The low income earner won’t this manage,
Nor life in his fatiguing village:
The vast hum drums sight,
Of farm-tools tauntingly bright,
For all their promises of fast tillage,
Putting The Townie at a disadvantage.
Any hopelessly downsized wage,
Is cash that the teeth sets on edge,
The Hired white with shock
Over Hirer’s heart of steely lock.