Best Decker Poems
His love is deep and desperate.
He's crying out her name.
She once showed him affection,
but now she causes all his pain.
A broken heart never mended,
and promises never kept,
his mind grew painful and insane
as he laid silently and wept.
You can't pour out your whole heart
into a love based on a lie.
You're simply running in a circle,
if you're the only one who tries.
"We're here for you, call any time."
said all loved ones of his.
But no one else could ease his pain,
this girl he strongly missed.
He tied the rope around his neck
and reached out for her love,
but she rejected once again,
and fate gave him a shove.
Was death really his intention?
Or did it go too far?
No one on this painful earth
will see into his heart.
But he leaves behind a legacy,
a shining little girl.
May she be blessed with a heart that’s pure
in this cruel and painful world.
*Note*
Cory Decker, My man's best friend, and my best friends man, passed away on May 24,
2008, suicide, something none of us ever saw coming! He was a great friend, and a loving
father to his daughter, Jaden, only 5 months old at the time, who is now a happy smiling,
almost 2 year old Princess!
Dazzling lights
Throngs of people
Walking through crowded streets
Reminds us of why we live here
Costumed performers - Bright theatre marquees
Seeing those sights brings happiness
to native and tourist alike
Autumn - a chill in the air
Undaunted, the bustling crowds
head for dinner and a show
No place quite like it anywhere
The masses of people
are taking their full measure
of urban joy
Double decker buses move down the avenue
as newcomers to the Big Apple get their firs bite of it
Even those who have lived here
their entire lives
Still feel exhilarated as they pass Times Square
Electricity lights up the metropolitan scene
The city is working its magic
Untold thousands on the avenue
Eyes meet - a feeling of urban love
works its way into the hearts
of the masses gathered there
The city
My name is Bond, Els Bond, and I live in Africa where I was born and belong.
On my continent, I do not work solo – my entire herd shares my mission mojo.
Here, many human lives are needlessly spent from illness meds would prevent.
Spying, I learned drug companies and doctors require green to become helpers.
My herd needs green vegetation so I tried human green as an exploration.
It upset my digestion, concerned me and launched my herd’s investigation.
Zebras meant well, monkeys and tigers did, too, so I gave them things to do.
I credit them now, though they fell apart over who was in charge of who
and could not recall instructions without many elephant-styled, memory clues.
In summary, we worked day and night gathering all in dire health plights.
For months we have brought humans to our camp, way out of snooping-sight.
Step one done, the other animals fell apart just as step two was due to start.
Ms. Currency-Cent, my assistant, helped me plan for any possible resistance.
Disguised as double-decker buses, we raided the city for all drugs in existence.
Many raids went down before a doctor and surgeon were found, then bound,
thrown in our trunks, taken to camp, where shaken, not stirred, they emerged.
Now they are too busy with the ill to feel any first waves of a selfish cave.
Tonight – step three: acquire a special hostage, not that we feel man can stop us, but to guarantee an eventual global mention of our elephant herd’s intentions: We wish media to showcase our success over medical greed’s endless feed.
As my bravest brother and sister elephants stand guard with grand eminence,
I am in route to kidnap a drug CEO while hoping this final plan is pure excellence.
My gentle, intelligent side now calls upon my side much braver
because there is one plan component my brain does not favor -
access to my target is only gained by an elevator.
Brian Strand's Personification Contest
December 11, 2016
Pursuit of Happiness
‘I just want to be happy..’
‘You make me happy….’
‘Are you happy…?’
‘Why can’t you just be happy…?’’
‘Other people are happy…’
‘She’s so happy…’
‘Happy as a day in May….’
We’re promised it at birth
and taught to seek it at all costs
Happiness, happiness,
it’s our right! our due!
why can’t we find it, where is
it hiding?
We chase after it like it is a piece
of gold, an all day sucker,
a triple decker ice cream cone
The reality of it is that happiness comes in
little chunks, little moments, sometimes
lasting a day, sometimes a week, and
if you are very, very lucky, it lasts a few years
The trick is to enjoy the rest of the time, the time
that doesn’t feel so happy, the time when we think
something is missing, the time when life is just okay.
Think of the alternative.
Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes
On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence,
Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late, wind dried my face I was cold,
While leaning on the stop sign I could see into rooms through lighted windows,
All seemed warm and cosy Christmas Trees glowed and fairy lights went on and off.
Decorations hung from ceilings they were all colours gold, silver, reds and blue,
Black and white televisions told everyone about cold weather outside on the news,
People walked past windows wearing short sleeved jumpers, children smiled happily,
It was Christmas Eve, and somewhere in the background I could hear Slade singing.
In house windows and on mantle pieces hyacinths blossomed the mingled with the tree,
There were crocuses and Dutch and Florentine tulips adding to the splendor of a room,
Best tables were on show piled with egg-nogg and bottles of cream soda and lemonade,
Stockings full of chocolate, crunchies, buttons and a white milky bar hung on walls.
Open fires roared fed by copper coal scuttles mum and dad celebrated with a Babycham,
A glass of Sandymans Port sipped by the grand parents all laughing enjoying themselves,
Then in the cold night air I could hear an engine struggling up a hill to my bus stop,
A green double decker windows glowing stopped and I got on, I silently wished my window
Friends a happy Christmas.
Memories Of The Sydney Tram
This fabulous road transport vehicle had it's humble beginnings
in the 1880s, were horses pulled the double-decker trams along
the various streets of Sydney, they moved pretty slow and the
people wanted to move at a much faster pace.
Soon to follow was the steam tram, although a faster alternative
it would cause all sorts of problems, especially the black soot
which came from the smokestack, this would never do.
It was approaching the turn of the century, in the 1900's
along came the cable tram, were the cable ran through a slot in the
middle of the lines giving the tram it's available traction, although
a lot faster than the horse and more than a match to a steam tram
in clean street running, it was not until the first of the electric trams
came into service, that people were satisfied.
Trams had a marvellous ability to move large numbers of people
from the racetracks and the showgrounds where they had the Royal
Easter Show, they were environmentally friendly and the people
loved them, all except the Government and the Oil Companies of the
time, they envisioned the future of transportation to be made up of
fossil fuel burning cars and buses, yes it would seem there was no
room on the streets for the people's friend, the humble tramcar.
Trams came and went until the 1950's, when plans were made to scrap
Sydney's greatest asset, the trams, when 1960 approached there was
hardly anything left of our great tramway system, and in 1961,
Sydney's last two trams made their final run into history, it would appear
the Government and Oil Companies had won the battle or so it seemed
until the late 1990's when a move to bring trams back was achieved and
they now run from Central station like their early predecessors,
running around Darling Harbor almost like a parody of what they once
were, still who knows what role the tram may have for Sydney's future.
London at its best
Is on a cold rain day
Shrouded around grey
Sat on board a red double Decker bus
In search of the roads paved with gold
As Charles Dickens foretold
Great Expectations
In human relations
Are the elixir of life
But far more often truth be told
Reality is cold
Small comfort on a cold rainy day
But Hey
It cant rain all the time
By the wayside
A story-teller charms;
Exquisite tale of old
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Path of uncertainty
Change springs a cast;
Innovative ideas hurl
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Loiter and linger
Upon these lonely shores;
Waves crash the beach
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Listen for a glimpse
From unknown scenes;
Mellow music hints
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Heavy mall traffic
Sea of faces swirling;
Waiting the sales kill
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Bus number 197
Double decker sighted;
Bound for Alexandra Village
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Bazaar book stall
Old leftover tomes;
Weathered lessons await
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Talk of war again
Outbreaks somewhere again;
Spirits rebellious
~~~~~~~~~
This weary world riddled
Such fiery war-mongering;
Profit for the arms trade
~~~~~~~~~
If you must ask
You do not know;
Poetry wears intent well
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Dreamy dispositions
Watch the falling rain;
Cold clearance coming
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Leon Enriquez
12 November 2014
Singapore
"DMT (Dimethyltryptamine) is a hallucinogenic tryptamine drug that occurs naturally in many plants and animals. It is also referred to as the "spirit molecule" due to the intense psychedelic experience."
...but in the poetic world or my world, it stands for Dimensional Mind Transference...Do not try this at home Boys & Girls...unless you get a mind-meld from Son of Spock lol...
This is my first attempt at a ~ Triple decker internal monorhymed reversible in an alliteration format...the first, middle and last words are monorhymed...in alliteration form and can be read backward...
No DMT was used in the making of this poem...well lol
Regulating realities restraining regularities ruling
Creating concepts constraining consumptions choosing
Alternating anomalies abstaining algorithms assuming
Pulsating parallels pertaining paradigms pursuing
Imaginations inventing inspirational insightful imagery
Vibrations virtual visitational viewing vicinity
Foundations fluctuating formational Fibonaccical facsimile
Sensations stimulating sensational sensorial symmetry
This verse can also be read backward
Jan.14.2020
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Not for contest
There once was a bus trip to taken
two groups was trouble in the making
All women, need I say more
whose beauty men could not ignore
Brunettes thought to be smarter
blondes needed to try harder
To this they were unaware
just trying to be fair
A massive double decker bus
to safety all would entrust
The final decision made
brunettes on bottom, blondes on top
driver delighted, these women are hot
As the trip began, screaming was heard
from the ones above, how absurd
thought the dark haired beauties
Those blondes act so snooty
and they're well, kind of dumb
to this fact we've become numb
But now there is all this drama
have to care for them like their mamas
Brunettes inquire as to what was wrong
this trip was planned for so long
We are having a blast, can you
try to enjoy this while it lasts
Blondes exclaiming
we want off this bus !!
our safety we no longer entrust
You chose the bottom on purpose
so you could sit back and hurt us
You schemers and connivers
at least you have a driver !!!!!
There once was a bold picidae*
Who pounded his beak just for play
on a double-decker
bus, now his pecker
resembles a flawed fricassee
(*picidae - woodpecker)
OLD GREAT GRAND OLYMPIAD Acrostic
Ocean creatures organized overwhelming Olympiad.
Land animals appreciated, approved courtyard.
Dreadful dragons, daredevil dinosaur drunkard.
Great grand gorgeous gone celebration
Rigorous vigorous rattle snake rolled, rang tail- rings.
Elephant arrogant fought haughty hippo, won wrestling.
Aggressive antelope attacked ants, angry ass chased.
Tigers terrified tortoises taking gun, putting paws on triggers.
Grey goat got gold medal galloping on green grass.
Raccoon ragged reindeer ramping running rat race.
All alert expert winners achieved trophies.
Nine naughty notorious narwhales were expelled to neglect rules.
Dear, Donkeys,Dodos, Doves, Ducks were delighted.
Opening orison was displayed by outstanding group of owls.
Lame langur, leopard, lion loitered, leaped on ladder.
Young yeti rode on yellow yak, yawned, yelped.
Mandrill, mammoth, monkey met mouse tickling mermaid.
Peacocks, pigeons, parrots, pelicans proudly participated.
Immodest Incorrigible iguana irritated infant ibex.
Athlete acrobat agitated alligators assembled.
Deaf dumb Dog driving double-decker was declared Champion.
08/21/6
Olympic Mania Contest by Janis Thompson
woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright
on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the
buildings towering high.
lately pacing shadows of motion
with squeezing tight objectives
lay themselves amaze to stamper so sluggishly unexpected
and rest their bodies inside
these big red rectangular double decker boxes
that commence to shudder along
with a sense of dying, clinical combustion;
hence to be condensed;
surrounded but all alone;
in the city that's countlessly counseled;
'Et in Arcadia Ego'
so I walk out of her door,
scramble my pockets for some cigarette paper
whilst standing under the warmth
of the dormant electric heater
finally pick up my deck and wheels
spark up in time to ride
with a rustic shallow breath
the barren concrete comes to life
as this skater rides on over
i'm just waiting to be swallowed whole
'cause even here death appears
in Skater Arcadia
Voices on the Wind
By
Chad E. Decker
(6/23/1994)
On a cool spring day,When I was but a young boy,
I heard a voice that was carried upon a soft ocean breeze.
It said to me, “Ye shall journey to a place not to far. There you
shall find a woman more beautiful than the
stars in the midnight sky that never fades
away.”
“And how will I know her?” I asked. “For there are many beautiful women.”
“Thou will know her by her voice. For it is as strong as a mountain, yet as soft as a light rain that taps upon rose petals – calming the raged, strengthening the weak, and soothing the hurt.”
“But where shall I go to find her, in which direction?” I persisted.
“Thou shall just go, and trust that thy love will guide thee.”
When the wind ceased to stir, I went into my home to ponder upon these words. Now, many years later, after journeying far and wide, meeting many people; I know now that the woman I have so much longed to meet … was my mother.
As I look at her now, I know that she is as beautiful now as she was then. To this day, her voice can calm my anger, strengthen me when I feel weak, and soothe my pain when I feel hurt. I just wish, now, I could have realized, then, that I had only to look through that screen door.
All I want for Christmas is a chainsaw
and Stanley Black and Decker is the brand for me.
As my yard is skewed with many leaves and pine cones
all stealthy fallen from my neighbor's tree.
Now Santa... I've gone and asked my neighbor
to see my point and do what's right.
But the Man will not bow to rhyme or reason
so I will be cutting down his tree on Christmas night.
Now I'm not one to gossip about my neighbor
or disparage him to a fine person like yourself.
But last Christmas he was eyeing up your reindeer
and doing God knows what with several elves.
Now I know you are under pressure
and may not have time to deal with this louse.
So when your reindeer hear the call of nature,
please make sure it happens on my neighbor's house.
Now I know we are supposed to love our neighbor
and when confronted... turn the other cheek.
But I've seen the Man pushing snow on to my driveway
so help me savor the retribution which I seek.
I know a Christmas letter filled with vengeance
is not the typical thing you want to hear.
But rest assured my neighbor's doom and ruination
will fill my troubled heart with Xmas cheer.
On further thought and contemplation,
I'd rather have a Lazy-boy to ease my strife.
But in keeping with my current situation,
please bring and give the chainsaw to my wife.
The End
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