Best Decorated Poems
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Copyright, August 12, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
a decorated tree
with laughing children beneath--
a new car outside
(I wish! LOL)
A day at a time the world changes,
Ideologies of yester years turn blue,
A world we knew becomes a stranger,
No hold bars I see a generation lose it,
Clear minds clog with twisted thought,
Words of the wise none to hold dear,
Twenty first century becomes a jungle,
Rules no bound moral fabric torn.
Prostitution hidden in the sponsor,
Old men downed in decorated words,
Young girls thinking its fashion,
Vice versa young men gone wild,
Like beasts of the wild they turn,
Thinking a word changes the act,
Money they think will build a castle,
Rules no bound moral fabric torn.
The world need worriers no short cut,
Need to live large make it your own,
Hustle through life loyalty to self,
With shame stop sinking deep,
Making life a joke on the lips,
Turn the other way avoid a limp,
When life start breaking you away,
Rules no bound moral fabric torn.
I beg to leave hoping am heard,
Sponsor I hear prostitution decorated,
Easy way out will cripple you down,
Burning dignity down to ashes,
Creating a world of deadly deals,
That tears families woven together,
Rules no bound moral fabric torn.
Confetti from fiestas
wafting through the air,
have landed lightly in her web
she chose to leave them there.
Tiny bits of gold and green
and red so cheery bright,
decorate Ms.Purple's scene
a spider's pure delight.
Because of a tiny glitch
Inside a wet south side ditch
A minuscule germ, Mitch
Had an incredible itch
His voice had an uphill pitch
With a lilt that was rich
His oldest friend named Fritz
Told me that Mitch was a ditz
Mitch and Fritz fixed up the ditch
It attracted a whacky witch
Whose sense of humor with a stitch
Delighted the deliriously decorated ditch
Swift on his feet
Swaying fro
The magical dance
snapping to a certain beat
A player of the art
Ballerina with a heart
Rhythm harmonic
Boogie-Woogie one step time
Every ballad that is played for him
is returned in his sensitive movements
upon the ballet floor underneath so
His only audience
A statue of his Father
Who served during the Gulf War
But tragically killed in the line of duty
Decorated with a Purple Heart
Honored on this statuesque
The Dancer is celebrating
For his Hero
A Soldier proud
and a Father missed
The Swan on his Lake
Every nuance without mistake
The sun as his Stage Light
And the music from Nature's Lips who sing
Handsome light as a Feather
Braved 35 years of personal weather
I COULD GO ON AND ON,DEAREST DAD
THIS IS FOR YOU AND THE VICTORIES
THAT WE HAVE HAD
YOU ARE NO LONGER HERE
TO WATCH MY PERFORMANCE
AND YOUR 8 YR OLD GRANDSON SO DEAR
I HONOR YOU IN DANCE
I LOVE YOU WITH A SMILE
AS MY SONG STILL PLAYS ON
YOUR ONLY SON WOULD LIKE
TO REMEMBER WITH YOU
FOR ONE MORE WHILE
UNTIL THE RECORD PLAYER
PLAYS OUR SUITE NO MORE
Fields decorated
Round hugh bales of tan hay
Dry brown faces winter
An old sweetheart of mine never believed
in daytime dreams, because they shattered
quickly and shaking her unconvinced head
silly words came out of her mouth admitting,
" Aren't fantasies unrealistic dreams...
when they appear more tempting
then a cake with irresistible frosting?
And while she cut it with careful fingers,
" The outside tasted very sweet,
but the inside looked kind of hard;
its whipped cream was soft and white,
its filling was solid and not much inviting! "
It's worse than a thriller too unconvincing and trite,
although to the novice novelist the tragic plot
appeared to be real with the small-minded bigot.
Comparing fantasies to a decorated cake
is a huge and unforgivable mistake,
the ingredients look fine and exquisite;
but who garnishes it may lack artistry
and gastronomic skills to create an extraordinary
delight not applauded by someone who's inquisitive
about what went into it before baking it,
and laying it down on the table it looks perfect.
Are we still pursuing hallucinating fantasies
that weave themselves into allusive dreams
that make others notice how disappointing
they are having put all our trust in them?
Is this an end to dreaming coming to grips
with a stark and naked reality never being
challenged by a mindless dreamer who causes an ahem
not realizing that he's in a dire state of optical illusions...
instead of being persuaded that nobody ever wins.
bluish seagulls encroach
the greenish out fields of
torture bestowing the lamented
souls pickled thoughts
bizarre regiments of
curious wants bombarding
the elements of vernacular needs
i shed tears of blood
on your decorated tomb
The blunt is fiercely burning,
And the ashes are dropping on the ash tray,
Eyes, back and front with high expectation,
With a face singularly acute and intelligent,
Still looking at the mirror.
Average frame, bloodshot eyes,
High chin, dark lips,
Scares of stabbed and bullet wounds,
On the chest and back,
Still looking at the mirror.
A figure full of decision and dignity,
A firm and balanced manhood,
Stern look, a living man in a grave man’s mood,
A light of unwonted pleasure and need in the thought,
Still looking at the mirror.
Tight fist, ready to punch hard till walls are broken,
Ready to bear a stifling sensation of pain and suspense,
A thousand evanescent memories of happy days flashing,
And again, holding back,
Still looking at the mirror.
A total impression ineffable and indescribable,
Overwhelming like a tragic futility,
A defined tumult of vehement feeling.
Suddenly, a tumultuous rush of sensations attacked,
Held the man in the room decorated with mirror.
There he stood for an unknown time,
Staring unseeingly at the mirror glasses around him,
Hoping to see the best of himself,
But saw a soul scourged and smitten
With a twinge of embarrassment,
Like a detached segment of life.
I’m the man in a room decorated with mirror.
decorated chameleon with your fabulous ways
you shame the rest of us each of our slithering days
with your bright designs and your patterns so pretty
I cannot help wondering if you are also quite witty?
chameleon, oh chameleon, may I serenade you?
could I bring my cousins too? There are only forty-two.
can we make up songs, and dedicate them to you?
I am being this bold because I think I am in love with you.
T' was just like yesterday night
As I did my homework under the street light
Irked I was, by another baby boy, newly born
Of my only son status, I was clearly shorn
A sibling rivalry unnecessary and misplaced
I think of my feelings then and am disgraced
Time and love they say heal feelings, all
Allowing both us to each other, eye ball
In rhyme I can now reminisce with joy
No need for me to use any ploy
You are to me, a steady force
Genes and blood unite us of course
No accident this fraternal love feeling
Our relationship has no ceiling
Your birthday is being celebrated
As much as, my heart, your life has decorated
The stars decorated the sky.
And you decorated my heart.
Being with you is the beautiful moment I never experienced in my whole life.
You are more than things my heart were waiting.
Your love is beautiful,
And too much.
Time to tour the best Christmas-decorated places in town
With a map in hand of all the beautifully lit-up houses to be found
Despite the amount of time to set up and to take down the people have given us a wonderful gift for all of us to enjoy
Whole streets have banded together to create a visual spectrum of flashing lights and creative characters that bring smiles to all the girls and boys
Carollers can be seen going door to door singing songs full of joy
On the rooftops, Santa and his reindeer seem to be in control of the night, ready to deploy
As if like magic the clouds open up sending a burst of snow floating down
Soon the lawns will have a blanket of snow without so much as making a sound
In the living rooms, trees with their colorful attire show off to the people walking by
A large crowd has gathered at the end of the block, jolly old Saint Nick handing out candy canes and looking spry
Christmas may come once a year but joy and happiness need to be spread every day
As you walk by a neighbor who has decorated his place a special thanks should surely come his way
I enjoy a lot
A decorated lantern
Fall fashion beauty
With a lit candle inside
A calm relaxed feel within
Russell Sivey