Best Cross The Line Poems
As I ride the winding roads away from smothering waves of hypocrisy,
I cross the line into freedom through valleys, soft breeze and fluent rivers
Decorated with weathered rocks and bordered by empty picnic tables
The multi-colored mountains rise high above me, holding onto spatial snow,
Before it’s stolen by spring’s warmth with months of waiting to be seen again
Suddenly everything is so simple, like the wandering turkey, on patches of grass
Old railroad tracks remain in place through crevices of gray cliffs so narrow on edge
Birch trees cast shining white color in clusters on the side of the road in the sun
Waterfalls flow down the mountainside with an ‘energy’ some thrive to have,
In a world spinning with hatred amidst criticism that drains the depth of one’s soul
While all those ‘complaining’ hurl insults like balls of fire, fueling it more each day
Yes, hypocrisy has its twisted way
But, far into the fresh air of these mountains, so cleansing and peaceful to the mind,
There is no place for this kind of hypocrisy that twists, bends and projects, robust negativity
Such that those want to push onto others like a wave in which they believe will drown the truth
But, God allows for spaces to be found that some things he dislikes may never reach
Such as these mountains, this winding road, this fresh air to breathe all with no casted stones
Heidi Sands
4/9/21
JED.
Jed the horse thief was a bit of a dope
Stole a pretty horse and tried to elope
Folk declared him a horse thief
And for giving them much grief
They dangled him at the end of a rope...
PADDY O'HARE.
A deep sea diver called Paddy O'Hare
Was on the sea bed without any care
His watch he forgot to check
Coughed and said" oh flippin heck"
Never surfaced cos he ran out of air...
BARTHOLOMEW LOTT.
The great explorer Bartholomew Lott
Was in the jungle with Jimmy the Scot
Cannibal's came in the night
They both put up a great fight
But were outnumbered and put in a pot...
FRED.
Fred tried to run away with his lover
Was caught in the act by his dear mother
She said this cannot be
T'will end in tragedy
His lover was the wife of his brother...
JIHADI (WON'T BE MISSED).
Bin Sayed said everything will be fine
Told a Jihadi bomber to cross the line
But Jihadi didn't know
Something was about to blow
A loud kaboom when he stepped on a mine...
LOUISE.
An old woman by the name of Louise
Had a fur coat that made everyone sneeze
Also they'd start to twitch
And scratch raw from the itch
She found out it was infested with fleas...
KEITH THE TROLL
There was a vile and nasty troll called Keith
Bullied the weak and shy into defeat
He lived in a small town
A victim tracked him down
Now he's seen walking around with no teeth...
Written 26th February 2020.
Our sleepy little Island in the middle of the Irish Sea
Opens its eyes slowly for the Isle of Man TT
The Island bursts into life with bikers everywhere
You need to keep alert and take extra care
The Grandstand is buzzing with colour and noise
You have to admire the bravery of the biker boys
Tearing round the course at a million miles an hour
The machines that they ride have an awesome power
They line up on the grid; the adrenalin flows
The starter counts them down and then the rider goes
Tearing around the circuit at a tremendous pace
Trying to be the winner of the TT race
A dangerous sport racing can be
You don’t want to be a casualty
We cheer and shout when they cross the line
Then the Island goes back to sleep until the next TT time
~ This poem is to be featured in a book called 'Bringing it home' ~
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
On the starting grid for the zimmer frame races
Ready to put themselves through their paces
No cheating girls - don’t go tying shoelaces
Or there will be embarrassed red faces
Lined up on the starting grid
Prize is a cuppa and a quid
ON YOUR MARKS..
GET SET
GO SLOWWWWWWWWWW
But off like rockets charge Ethel and Flo
Wheel to wheel at the very first corner
Ethel cuts in - she should have warned her
Flo gives her a knowing look
No cheating Ethel – you’ll get a right hook
They cross the line together - I’m glad I didn’t bet
Sandwiches, cake and tea is all ready and set
Best of friends they sit and enjoy a chatter
Who’s first past the winning post – it really doesn’t matter!
16TH April 2015
Magic is everywhere, but stage magicians,
have no clue, as to what it really is.
Magic built our universe.
That something so complex, as the universe,
could be born of a few elements of pure…magic.
That, intelligent organisms can grow,
from carbon and evolve; that’s magic.
A flower, bush or a tree, unfolding from a seed;
that’s magic.
Real magic; the nature of everything.
An atom, cell, molecule of DNA…magic.
The Visica Pisces in the seed of life,
gives birth to the flower of life.
Metatron’s cube is geometrical magic.
That, all that exists, is composed of numbers;
real magic.
Ideas are born of, dream magic.
Whole civilizations, are birthed into existence by…
dream magic.
Magical wonders, reflected in young eyes;
stir the emotions and captivate the senses.
Scientists…magicians…they’ve no idea,
of how real magic works.
The magic that creates all life,
is beyond known physics;
metaphysics and its comprehension’
lie in hidden realms, where human ego,
blocks science from going.
The real magicians;
those who dare to cross the line,
ego has drawn,
are persecuted and maligned by colleagues.
As magical history unfolds,
wisdom is revealed.
The same science that says:
“humans use only one third of their brain capacity”;
all too swiftly, negate the other two thirds.
Society, self-limiting;
minimizes its own knowledge;
its own magical existence.
Doubt is a game, played by fools;
while belief, is the magical wonderland,
of materializations; yet to manifest.
What exists. in the imaginations magic hat…exists.
Just wave the wand of belief and produce.
Skeptitis, is an overwhelming malady.
Its swollen tendrils,
have kept the world in,
stagnation; far too long.
Belief is the only cure;
the magic of faith,
does move mountains.
In the Australian summer
you’ll always have some mates,
they will ride upon your back
and then fly to your plates
at your picnic in the outdoors,
and there’ll never be a truce,
when you’re putting out the food,
and both hands are in use.
Bloody flies get in your eyes,
up your nose, between your toes;
eat your pasties, eat your pies,
those bloody rotten little flies!
When the lawns need mowing
and the mower will not start,
you pull the thing to pieces,
and when it’s all apart,
you need full concentration,
for nuts and bolts and springs;
with spanners in both hands
you can’t swat the flamin’ things.
And they don’t mind my sandwich
after eating horse manure,
and of course the barby meat
becomes their ideal lure.
When a fly goes down my throat
I near choke to get it clear,
and reckon that they cross the line
when swimming in my beer.
So to avagoodweekend
oh, its gunna be so hard,
amongst a mist of fly spray
and a coat of aeroguard.
Flies dying in their thousands,
become one big mistake;
their mates turn up from miles away
to join in at the wake.
Bloody flies get in your eyes,
up your nose, between your toes;
eat your pasties, eat your pies,
those bloody rotten little flies!
once you cross the line
there is no way to turn back
words can't be undone...
once you break a heart
there is no way to heal it
the cracks will show through
Eileen Manassian
THE KNOT
In this dark lonely life that I
have
You are my golden star, just
shine
If the happiness that I have is a
sign that you are mine, then it's
fine
I am prepared to cross the line
It's about time I claim what's
mine.
Hold me now, dance with me
In these rainy days and muds
I give you my heart to feel
The aim is to survive the floods
listen to the rhythm of my
heartbeat
and let's dance to the great love
You are like a drug to my soul
you take me high
Spread your wings and let us fly
Fly high to the sky so I can try
One of the stars on your finger
for there is a knot I want to tie
If I were to show what love is
I would just show your picture
for you are the only love I
know.
My mind has become a fountain
of thoughts of you
Let us plant a tree that will
never fall
For there are healthy fruits I
want it to give
In our family tree where I'm
prepared to live
Let us plant a tree that will
never fall
Our family tree where I'm
prepared to live
The rule book
Of Society rules
We either live by the rules
Or be ruled unfit:
Toe the line
Walk that fine line
Keep in line
But never cross the line;
Speak up
Speak when spoken to
Speak politely
But never speak out of turn;
Mind your manners
Mind where you look now
Mind your Mama
Oh just never mind;
Look out
Watch out
Just let it play itself out
But never let it out;
Come when called
Come along now
Come here
Just never come alone.
But sometimes
The line between formal
And informal
Ambition
Blurs
And I come
Unspoken
Alone
In my mind
Without you
Playing it out
With both feet
Planted firmly
Over the line.
take this blade
and cut your wrists
make escape holes for the devil
let him leave you
through the bleeding
make the world then somewhat level
it's a sacrifice
most unholy
but for the good of all mankind
so take thy soul
unto the slaughter
and you'll find i'm right in time
sure i'm just
your shoulder demon
and yes i've fallen from what's divine
but no lives
will get saved this evening
'less you're willing to cross the line
I never meant to love you, I never meant to care
I never meant to cross the line or change a thing, I swear
You never could call what we have a sordid, cheap affair
There's a faint reek of stagnation and confusion in the air
I always thought I knew you, you and I, we are the same
I'd laugh off jokes of romance and the daft things you proclaim
I don't know if my burning cheeks are cause by hope or shame
You keep your hand on mine to hold my fingers to the flame
I wonder how you do it, with warnings you should come
Chase the latest gambit to crush beneath your thumb
I fear you live for danger and have only just begun
I'll let you play me one last time, but please,
Don't think you've won.
19th November 2011
Every time she sees him all she can see is pain.
Over something she would love to have,
but could never gain.
She could be happy,
but only for a short time.
It never takes long with her for someone to cross the line.
Between happiness and revenge,
between love and hate.
She will stay with him,
but only to **** up his fate.
She is so good at it,
trust me you will get hit.
She does everything perfect,
she pulls you in.
Every guy is the same to her,
I promise she will win.
The shattered promises,
the perfect lies.
She keeps going till everything in you dies.
She could lie to you and never miss a pace,
she could do it staring you directly in the face.
She will drag out the pain,
you better believe she will.
It's going to take some time for this one to heal.
She will make toy despise everything she has ever done.
You will second guess every woman after her,
now she has won.
Get a grip,
and get it fast.
Good luck,
I hope you last.
Love is a glass of wine
With tart but tender taste.
We know that mustn't cross the line
But glass of wine will soon be waste.
Love is a sea
That covers us like a wave
It opens world u didn't see
But u become a slave.
It's like a game with cruel rules.
It burns inside the heart.
And everyone can win or loose
It's not depend on smart.
So u can choose the way of life:
The short way gives u hope and light.
To choose hard way means go by knife
But who can tell u what is right..?
Heaven may not have a phone to hear your loved ones speak.
Heaven has a one way door that everyone meets.
There are no pictures on heavens walls.
There are no locks on heavens doors.
Peace and serenity is what you'll find
when you cross the line.
You're as free as can be
helping and guiding those in need.
Protecting the ones you left behind
as you give your wings a try.