Best Could Do Better Poems
This is dedicated
To this girl
Her eyes told a mysterious story that exposed her danger
But my sixth sense was overpowered by the hearts need to love
a stranger
The perfect dime to my ninety which completes me entirely
This. . .
Girl
Was a gift from the universe, filled with distorted energy
Which then combined with mine, and I confused with synergy
From the start, gave her my hand
Invited her to my world,
Then gave her my heart
A heart that considered her a good habit
Which caused it only to beat in the presence of her love
and like a dove
I was then pictured as a symbol of peace and flew away in the skies
I was peace. We were peace.
Our light moving towards cloud nine, but past that to cloud infinity
Our future together was clear, close my eyes and I could see it vividly
we were like Siamese twins, take us apart and death is a possibility
I was here to stay,
my love was here to stay . . .
I thought you were here to stay so
you could NOT. GET. RID OF ME...
or could you?
I closed my eyes and I heard steps
And like a ninja, out of my life you crept
And this thief...
This thief came through the darkness of the night and snatched you
Grabbed you up
Dazed you
Flashed you
''I could do better than him'' through his false aura he screamed
Funny thing is, you believed.
I was deceived
Received with open arms
But later on replaced.
Thought of as the man of your dreams
But later on erased
Running from reality, when in reality I had to chase it
Love was a crutch to me, but I had to face it
You were the lost soul
That was seduced by the bandit
Now my heart considers you a cigarette
In other words a bad habit
Granted
I don't need you
All I need is mental stability
Acceptance of reality
This notebook
And my pen
So then...
Me and you can just become
Strangers, again.
My Mother-In-Law has passed
so she is no longer here.
Mixed feelings I have
but a little less fear.
She was not my big fan,
was less tolerant than most.
She called me a bum... I thought
'What a strange wedding day toast?'
I was told more than once
my Wife could do better.
She wrote Ann Landers nine times
about me in some letters.
She would scream like a banshee
with a voice unlike silk.
I was always hoping to see her
displayed on a carton of milk.
She was always at our house
so I had no where to flee.
A cold wind would soon follow
killing the leaves on our trees.
Real Estate values have fallen
all over our block.
She kept wearing those short shorts
when out for a walk.
There was a knock on my door
and who did I find?
But a 'Peeping Tom' crying,
'Please close all your blinds.'
A sizable women as she smoked...
had a cough.
When the Lady broke wind...
my car alarm would go off.
We had gone to the beach
and swam late through the night.
She then got a bit hungry
and bit a Great White.
The next day we went to the Zoo
where she was attacked by three apes.
The battle was wild and fierce...
only one would escape.
I arrive early for the service,
it's the least I can do.
Considering our checkered history
and what we've been through.
The people are surprisingly quiet,
they are silent in prayer.
But my thoughts turn quickly to lunch,
what will they prepare?
I will definitely miss her somewhat
as I ponder her fate.
For poor Heaven has gained
a little more weight.
But if Heaven be not
but the other direction.
I have no doubt she will have
the Devil's affection.
We shouldn't speak ill of the dead
as there is no need to flaunt.
They may come back as spirits
determined to haunt.
The Church service is finished
as the mourners depart.
The only thing left
is to put a stake in her heart.
The End
*For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
I grab my pen
Black and used up
The glass cracked and fragile
Covered by the cap
Cheap and lost
Then given to me
I could do better
But that's not what I need
This pen is mine
Broken, yet precious
It writes sharp lines
That somehow form words
And that to me is insane
How something so ruined
Can still do so much
How a pen that's falling apart
Can still create art
Why can't I?
When you lose a big, important game,
you feel like the world has turned on you,
like it is your fault,
you feel down,
and wonder why this had to happen,
were you ready?
Instead of thinking about what you did wrong,
and focusing on that it was your fault,
think about what YOU could do better,
how things could have turned around
And maybe, just maybe those things will come true.
Anyone who is a poet, these days
Seems very sensitive and scares easily away
They might seem to have some errors some say
But maybe they were to be created that way
So be very careful, for whatever you say
For the poet is human and can easily sway
In any direction they can go to each day
Put it on the end of a pen to quietly say
If you could do better, would you be talking that way?
And you are the one being scared easily away
To find what is written maybe about you today
And anyone who is a poet, these days
May seem to have found your errors some say
but then maybe you were created that way
And soon in the end no words anymore too play
All the words we have in our minds go silent today
They will all disappear in the end and be taken away
Who was writing out our pain, were frightened some say
And now everyone wonders why no more poets today
At a tender age,
its when it all started.
Life is full of illusions,
as the english dictom confides.
Evidently all should have it,
an illusion that grows internally,
that was totally discovered at a younger age.
Definitely did the days flew faster,
did the development increased.
I could do better than yesterday,
and than the last one hour of rehearsal.
Deeply the percentage increased,
and i was blessed to do something
'My child,you got a talent",
Mother would say everytime she heard me sang.
Never thought what i had admired,
already was in me.
They said it was a talent,a gift from God,
but to me it was a dream ever came true.......
As granny said,
strive to posses the two words in future,
that is,'excellent and innovative',
the means to acquire those names should be strived for.
And if got,should be considered as part of life.
Therefore,talent as mama defined,is part of my life,
which i'll rehearse to the rest of the days to possess the granny's words.
The words of pleasure,
which are listed in the contents of better life of my future......
TALENT.....,WELCOME TO MY WORLD, YOU'RE PART OF MY LIFE.
Christmas is a magical time of year:
Happy faces, presents, laughter, and joy,
Ringing bells in celebration and cheer.
In the malls, kids ask Santa for a toy,
Swearing that they have all been very good:
Though parents insist they could do better.
Mindful to check his list twice, as he should,
And donning an ugly Christmas sweater,
Santa is anxious to get underway.
Magic reindeer fly high above the ground,
Alighting on rooftops with Santa's sleigh;
Going from house to house without a sound.
In the hearts of the children fast asleep,
Christmas memories are the ones they'll keep.
Terror lurks in the darkened eyes of a growing child
As each minute she dips into the shrieks from her mama, 25;
Marked dad curled in silence on the ground, wanting life,
Marked by another man who’d barely seen seasons 25.
She recalls how daddy cried out and fell silent to the ground.
Mum recoiled at many punches many staunch “men” had found.
She was 4 back then, and saw as men 12-year olds from out of town
As they ripped her mama’s clothes…she closes her eyes, counting each heart pound.
She recalls that red stream that slithered to her hidden corner
Soaking her skirt; soaking in hurt like staring at the sun’s corona.
Outside guns rattled, taking out all who could mourn her.
Lonely, the tears trickled down slowly, spelling “Were’t I wasn’t born, Ah!”
Slowly the tears trickled down that lonely jaw…
“Jane”, cried the professor, “What’s the result of this mixture?”
Jane knew not what was before, she stood there distraught.
She wishes she could do better, but her past sticks in the picture.
(c) Nyonglema
It's strange the way destiny tends to unfurl
for I found me and married a lovely Welsh girl.
I knew when we met it was love at first sight
and 'Ivor and Joan' we felt just sounded right.
Although unlike some I gained no millionaire,
I'm the wealthiest person you'll find anywhere.
My teachers reports said "he could do better"
I did, on the day that I went out and met her!
From that day, and for life, I had found me a gem
whose love was the meaning for living and when
we both came together as husband and wife
it meant we’d be valentines for all of our life.
But much more than this I know it is true
that not only this lifetime we both have lived through
for our spirits are joined for eternity
as Soulmates and Valentines we always will be!
Ivor G Davies
A request by a poet to write
About a pic she sent me tonight
I don't know what it is
Give me a clue, gee whiz
If I write, will it turn out alright
Dane Ann kindly pinged a picture of a plant to write about.
To be honest I never had a Scooby Do what it was, hence my Limerick
I'll be getting detention, amd a note saying 'could do better'
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php
The day you were born I couldn't believe I could create something so beautiful
My child is perfect
All your firsts....you walked late, you talked late,
but you were only waiting until you could do it just right
My child is perfect
Your sister didn't want you there
She wanted to stay the best one, the only one
My child is perfect
Your teacher didn't believe me when i told her you were gifted
All parents think their child is the best
At the next parent/teacher meeting she said, "You were right"
My child is perfect
You went to a new school with other kids as gifted as you
You didn't feel like you fit in
No matter where you go, someone will try to make you feel like you are less
There are always those who need to make others feel like less so they feel more than they are
My child is perfect
You were the victim but you were called the bully
They called the police, they sent you away
I hate them for making you feel like the bad guy
My child is perfect
Your father said you could do better, you should do better
He didn't see you, he just saw numbers and letters
My child is perfect
I wasn't there for you because he demanded all my attention
He used his disability against all of us
He used it to take me away from you
My child is perfect
You didn't see all the good I saw in you
You are a writer, a poet, an artist
You are beautiful, but you don't believe me when I tell you that
My child is perfect
You tried to take your beauty away from me, from this world you think doesn't want you here
I am thankful you didn't succeed...not the first time, the second time, the third time
Not this last time
My child is perfect
I just want to be enough.
I try my best, but everything seems so tough.
The harder I try, the higher the standards are raised.
I want my hard work to be acknowledged and praised.
I don't want to be a screw up and disappointment.
My life should be fun and full of enjoyment.
This is too much stress and pressure.
I'm only thirteen, I should be carefree and having an adventure.
I'm drained physically, mentally, and emotionally.
It seems like everyone is depending on me.
I try my best to make everyone proud.
The voices in my head, telling me to do better are so loud.
Im drained and tired like the wings of a bird.
Everyone not being satisfied is just absurd.
These expectations make me feel like a mouse in a trap.
Every time I'm told I could do better, in my face I feel a slap.
These expectations make me feel broken like a shattered dream
No one's ever thought about what I want, so it seems.
I just wanna have fun and take a break.
My future is something I don't yet want to face.
I'm living in the present now, so why dwell about my future?
For now my life should be filled with happiness and humor.
I try so hard, but I sometimes wanna give up.
I'm only human, but yet I wanna be enough.
current girlfriend problems
the dead one is far better
than the live one
if it were'nt for lying lips
i think i could do better
but one of those lies
just happen to be
i love you
Once Glad Tiding
We thought what he did was only experimental
But turns effects he had were monumental
On whole world and what it would experience
And regarding plan now is running interference.
Absolutely no one could do better than that
I even remember once when to go scat
What you had been doing really bothered me
Which was not the way for things to be.
He utterly, literally went into seclusion
And many people found this to be amusing
But he would wallow in work and continue on
Until all of his energy was spent and gone.
Relief from any problems is no longer in site
Until according to things heard the other night
A permanent power system had been put in
So all problems would never be back again.
He then trudged on because duty did call
And one day dressed himself up as a doll
Which we all thought to be quite *****
All of a sudden into dark night did disappear.
When we left and visited place much later
Close to shore we say another alligator
That you rind in Florida where they now remain
And we ended up having a horrible hurricane.
Both the hurricane and alligator had it out
Then about Brady they ended up with doubt
And Brady's twilight was about to near
When in Miami they discovered all of his gear.
Being such a rule breaker and even a poach
Who else would really want him as a couch
After that, he turned into a beach bum
Where he is the only one who was welcome.
When what he did had been over and done
And he ended up having to go on the run
Now all of his time he has been bidding
The once glad tiding disappeared into hiding.
Will he ever come back again is the question.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Caught up in the mediocracy of a life I no longer recognize…
I’m fighting to break free from this trap I’ve built for myself.
Even if I turned and walked away the man that I’d see walking…
Would still be wearing the same wounded soul as the man standing here today.
It’s hard to be satisfied when you watch as the days fly by…
Knowing I could do better than just living day to day.
Yet I’ve spun a web that I call home though I often wonder…
If I’m not the one trapped within it’s threads.