Best Dark Glasses Poems
He walked down Goverment Road West
With a white cane, in shaking hand
Wearing Stevie wonder glasses
People called him the pop bottle man
With a white cane, in shaking hand
At the time he seemed old to me
People called him the pop bottle man
Searching the alleys for his treasures
At the time he seemed old to me
Frail in a menacing sorta way
Searching the alleys for his treasures
Bottles he spotted a mile away
Frail in a menacing sorta way
Us kids all stayed away from him
Bottles he spotted a mile away
I wondered why he carried a white cane
Us kids all stayed away from him
Until that day I took a chance
I wondered why he carried a white cane
Curiosity got the best of me
Until that day I took a chance
That man had been a mystery
Curiosity got the best of me
When I asked him why he smiled at me
That man had been a mystery
A lonely guy wandering the street
When I asked him why, he smiled at me
I handed him my bottle, he said thanks
A lonely guy wandering the street
Wearing Stevie wonder glasses
I handed him my bottle, he said thanks
He walked down Goverment Road West
I watch
Pop Bottle Man
Doing his blind man shuffle
When he sees a bottle
he moves towards it with ease
Dancing with glee
a spring in his step
More fluid than a summer breeze
He can see at twenty paces
Eyesight crystal clear
Through dark glasses
I watch him peer
Collecting his bottles
In plastic bags
The treasure that he holds so dear
Pop Bottle Man
His cane for protection
Illusion is the game he plays
What some see as crazy
May not be the case
If you take time to study his ways
For Gautami's Sketch a Character Contest.
I was inspired to write more after the Pantoum because of Drakes Comment.
written by Richard Lamoureux on October 23, 2014.
MINDFUL OF SOLAR ECLIPSE
He’s coming with his dark glasses
and dizzying smile
He’s stopping by for a minute or two
a minuet of manic joy
He covers the sun with his steady hand
she tingles with trepidation
Will she be blotted out from his employ
she wipes off sweat as he passes by
Merely a warning of end times
dark days of deepened sin
We watch with amusement
arm in arm on love boats
Standing in main line parks
finding the perfect spot
Would we find the perfect standing of our heart
a bond with the patient perfect God
When the cross covered the earth in darkness
men of old took note
When the stone rolled away from the sun
the eclipse was eradicated
Emblematic pain or joy of your soul
gaze up with future foretold
8/21/2017
An unrhymed couplet
Strand’s Standard Contest NO 30
1st Place
the sun is mean here
it’s too bright
and i don’t mean smart
it shines in my eyes
i have to wear dark glasses just to drive
yesterday it burned my skin
but today i am ready
i’m wearing lotion
spf one thousand
if that doesn’t work
i’m wearing my long underwear
of course the sun will make me sweat
it is a nasty vengeful sun
i’ll be all wet
i am going to wear it down
that’s the wrong spelling of wear isn’t it?
with all this heat i can’t think
sun stroke maybe
i'm fed up i am going to get rid of it
i'll look mean
scare it down
i'll make it go away
oh my goodness
it’s working finally
the sun is leaving
the sun is gone
hurray
oh no
i can't believe it
look
the sun
it just mooned me.
IF LOOKS COULD KILL
My dearest darling delectable Medusa
I was wearing dark glasses on the day we first met
You wanted your hair done, but it was no use-a
as venomous snakes should be treated by a vet!
It was obvious that you’d once been so pretty
But you’d been cursed by that wicked Athena
Then been banished from town and the city
Your beauty gone; Athena couldn’t have been meaner!
I love to caress your angel like wings
As writhing asps kiss your hideous ears
You’re the one who pulls at my heartstrings
I’ll be your love throughout our twilight years
One look from you can turn men to stone
I wear dark glasses so it doesn’t affect me
My love for you has blossomed and grown
We’ll be together forever for eternity
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Love letter II Contest
3/24/18
There is a certain misery
That comes with daily routine
Conquering-
the memory
Of a life
LeSS RESTRAINed
Creativity lost-
And the stars fade
Human natures-
irrevocable mistake
Is it in our genetic make-up?
Where did this malfunction come from?
Designed with inner hallows
Never to be filled
Seek but never find
Cover your eyes
with dark glasses
clearly one cannot hide-
wide open
EYES of deception
What is this shared familiar obscurity to the cold
leaving seeds to feed the future
Spoiled
In a perfect world....
Today I wrote poetry
Today I wrote poetry....
And that was enough
My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day
His Human Heart
He laid red rose upon white casket
Tears were hidden behind dark glasses
People are such righteous asses
This question I just had to ask it
A wounded heart will not outlast it
This human life quickly passes
This human dream was love’s excess
Why was his love so very wrong?
Gender doesn’t really matter
Human dreams are still shattered
He laid red rose upon white casket
Was their love so very wrong?
The question I just had to ask it
His human heart still sang love’s song.<>
Mummy took us to the zoo
she hoped it wouldn’t bore us
In truth I think that mummy knew
we’d see a Brontosaurus
I stroked a small Triceratops
it had a tiny pink horn
I fed him all my chocolate drops
the keeper eyed me with scorn
I kissed a Tyrannosaurus Rex
When I climbed a big step ladder
Mom did all the safety checks
else the keeper would get madder
We were chased by a big Diplodocus
I could hear him snapping his jaws
Then he turned and he winked at us
and began to lick his huge paws
One dinosaur wore dark glasses
and tried so hard to ignore us
His breed no other surpasses
it’s a Doyouthinkhesawrus!
DINOSAUR(S) - FOR CHILDREN Poetry Contest
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3/7/19
Tell Them What You See
Proverbs 25:11 KJV
There once lived a son who at the age of 30, telephoned his 58 year old father.
The son was distraught, dismayed, and depressed. He was unhappy, unable, and unsure.
He said to his father, “Dad, this world is an awful place and so messed up”. He was figuratively seeing dark clouds through dark glasses, and was surely disenchanted and disillusioned.
As he was describing to his father how he felt, and what he saw from where he sat, his father said to him, in a manner to offer a little hope, “That’s not what I’m seeing”.
In figurative terms, what was it that the father saw that the son could not see? The father continued to give him comfort and advice. After they were off the phone, these words came to the father:
“I see rain falling in season, filling all available reservoirs.
I see snow capped mountains, retaining snow in Winter, to be released in Spring, sending water to all”.
The father knew that he could not always rescue his son from bad decisions made, nor even shield him from life’s stinging bees. But he could always be there providing, a “fitly spoken word”, just to tell him “what he sees”.
The father was then refreshed with the understanding, that when a father has done all that he can do to help his sons and his daughters, and there is little else or anything left that he can do, he can always “tell them what he sees”.
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Linnie and I are going for a ride
in the big back seat of our '50 Chevy.
Momma is up front, driving
with the two blind ladies
sitting next to her.
Alene wears a big, bright
scarf around her head.
She carries a long, white stick
with a red stripe at the bottom.
Her eyes look funny
but she is nice.
Lou wears big, dark glasses.
Momma says she can't see at all.
Lou clings to Alene, and talks a lot.
At the grocery store
Linnie and I help momma
guide the ladies around.
They like to walk arm in arm
together.
Momma says Alene and Lou
need our help.
She says God is happy
when we help others.
Momma looks happy, too.
Linnie and I had a good ride.
9/1/2015
For Through The Eyes of a Child contest
WHEN YOU CATCH LOVE'S FEVER !
When the body temperature exceeds the normal, -
The doctor says you have got the fever on you !
High fever can get you into a delirium, -
And you could get into the ICU !
One must guard oneself from the summer’s sun,
Take precaution from exhaustion and heat!
Wear those dark glasses and use a parasol,
And sun-tan lotion makes the picture complete!
Prevention is half the cure, is a saying which
is very true!
With cool butter milk and iced lemonades,
You can keep that heat off you!
Now there is another type of fever, more potent
than the ‘swine flu’ !
It can strike you anywhere and at any time,
And you cannot take adequate precautions too !
When your heart starts to beat faster , -
And a fever rages all inside ;
You get melancholic and delirious, -
When someone calls the doctor by your bedside !
When no temperature gets recorded, -
And the doctor looks all concerned !
For you have caught the 'Love’s Fever' , -
Oh ! What a lovely way to burn !
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
(The poem was written in 2009 and posted in
'poemhunter.com' .Thanks for reading ! )
Danse Macabre
Twin Old Glorys jitterbug above the hoods as silent heralds; the motorcade
congas three-abreast along the Stemmons Freeway sleek in shiny chrome.
Long honks and short beeps unite in harmonious homage
to the office that cradles a nation in her oval skirts.
Dallas, late November blue sky framing puffy clouds, is a cabaret
bobbing in frenetic throb to the glam life-beat of its honored cortege.
As they swing onto Main, the image bounces off the dark glasses of the austere
men that line the parade route like lampposts, and beams to an adoring world.
With a blast and a life-tearing flash, a keen emerges from the
back of the shiny limousine that jumps through the light
implanting itself into the intimate memories of a generation.
The suits whirl about in impotent rage as the surge of flesh
undulates forward in grief, back in terror and commences a final march
while a distant freight train avers its dolor with a mournful whisper.
As night falls on a blood-soaked plaza the wind whips up and
the leafy trees on the grassy knoll sway a spectral dance.
By Jay Herman
For Nette Onclaud's Let's Dance contest
The blind man on the street....
He never saw the world but he understands the world through his eyes
He can not walk without his white cane and dark glasses
but his spirits keep on racked him with pain
Some time he accompany with a dog to kill his loneliness
When not wearing his special dark glasses
He was always looking saddened with his red eyes
and pleading to the people on the street for money
When I see him then my heart becomes very heavy
and I'LL throw few coins into his bowl that he holds
every time I see him no matter how many times I see him in a days time
He earns few dollars everyday to fulfill his hunger and thirst
Some people tell that the blind men have no eyes
but he can see far more than us.
Because he sees everything through his heart and mind
He touches us and tell about our personality
He can touch any money and tell how much it is
But he has to suffer for rest of his life without being
able to see this world where he has born from nothing
Like known as a shadow knows his shadow,
so he lives as no one shadow.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
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Sunlight
shining brightly
down on mourner’s faces
brings tearsdrops under dark glasses
too soon
What Llama Lil Saw in Baghdad
In Llama Lil's Cafe eating crackers and Stilton
surveying the street and reading Milton
Sits a strange and moody itinerant
Icon for a well-known roll-on deoderant
Under cover spy for a US president
Devoid of all human sentiment
On assignment he was hand picked
And his code name was Eggs Benedict
Perusing the pages of Paradise Lost
he re-read the phrase "At no human cost"
For his orders were, to him revealed
between the lines of Milton concealed
and I suspect, though I really can't say
the reason for this strange communique
Was due to the results of a wide-world survey
Showing few are caught dead, reading 'poet-ray'
Deep in thought on his plan of attack
He heard a blonde from the table at his back
Summon the waiter with fingers clicked
to order a double Eggs Benedict
Mysteriously, in dark glasses AND reading Milton
She slipped him a note- her number at the Hilton
He felt a strange rumble in his tummy
He remembered how the cheese tasted funny
The last thing on earth our hero has seen
are the spinning walls of Lil's, Argentine theme
The rest of his life flashed past his eyes
Is this the way a hero dies?
Super -spy and icon for a well known deoderant
Killed -from effects of a straying rodent
Missed his liason at the Hilton
Some one mailed his copy of Milton
pages torn and stained with Stilton
(Yes! It was from the Bagdad Hilton!)
To an address inside the cover
T'was to: George W Bush or someone or other
Her love was a fountain
Birthed from a sparkling mountain stream
Now a torrent of raging desire
His touch sending flames through her being
His irresistible sensuality
He took her breath away
When he first took off his dark glasses
Those striking blue eyes
Took her away to the depth of his soul
Bright as sunlight
Illuminating her being
Merged in sensuality therein
Tantalizing shivers of ecstasy
Absorbed in each other
His love raging
She his desire
To douse his fire
Roshan Mumtaz
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