Best Demand Poems
The scent of warm cinnamon tea & soothing saxophone notes of Coltrane drift over my peaceful thoughts this frigid below zero morning in Minnesota...
A flute calms in waves listening to Pharoah Sanders...
Everything outside is covered in snow and ice...
A voice arises "peace and happiness for every man"
"The Creator has but one demand"
"Peace and happiness for all the land"
"Peace and happiness for all the land"
If you’ll trade me for the one that I want I’ll give this one to you,
Then we can both finally end our hunt and find better things to do.
But if you decide to keep that one and leave me in the lurch,
Then our days of dealing are done and I’ll continue with my search.
Because I know that if I wait long enough I can find another one
And it really shouldn’t be all that tough and a new deal can be done.
It’s all up to you about how to proceed, the ball is in your court,
It all comes down to a matter of need, this deal is your last resort.
So you can take my final offer or put it down and walk away,
I don’t really need to add to my coffer I don’t need this deal today.
Oh you’re not going to take my final deal but it’s the best that I can do,
Well I can certainly see how you feel let me get my manager to talk to you.
My manager can make a deal that’s great and then I’ll be back to close,
In his hands lies my ultimate fate so I’ll just be patient I suppose.
Garage sales used to be a simple event but now they’re cut throat as can be,
A few extra dollars can be heaven sent especially in this economy.
From early, early morning to
night fall. I can always hear her,
my name call.
Honey can you fix this and will
you get me that and Oh! please
be careful and don't drop my
hat.
Bless her heart I know she is so
old and this I understand.
How can one person be in such
great demand.
I brush her hair and help her dress
after morning breakfast and changing
the bed linen.
We brush our teeth and then take
our medicine.
Can you put my sweater on honey
and go to the bank today, okay?
Momma needs some money and don't
take all day!
Pick up a candy bar and for the babies
too, and if you have time, I would
like to be moved.
Take me to the porch, there I will
wait for you and please honey, the
wind will be blowing;
Will you spray my hair?
Yes I do love her and in many ways
she needs me so, but sometimes
your only break can be is when your
on the go.
For her I know I must give a helping
and understanding hand,
But sometimes I wonder how can one
person be in such great demand?
Do you demand a poem every day?
But you only flourish in May –
There is a day for Beauty,
And days without it.
But if you fail to bloom
Every spring, after noon –
There will be no days to recall,
Beauty will be lost to us all.
How unfair is to give
- so little – even if I receive
- so much – but bless my heart
Is it love or is it art?
My mind is feeble and refuses a past
That my words can outlast.
Original expression comes unforced,
not on demand.
Not meeting the schedule of any man.
Words are written matching the rhythm and lyrics of the soul.
To build bridges of hope and keep open the doors of the heart.
I want you
On demand
I can't stand...
Delay
No way
Here...now
I want to play
Make me sway
all night
all day
You're on demand
Understand?
Command
upon
Command
Hand clasped on hand
Band tightens band
On demand
Make me lie
Make me stand
As flesh you brand
With fiery strand
SO unplanned
On demand!!!!
Yes...I want you
On DEMAND
Roya
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
Their curious faces looked at none but me.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.
I would imagine stories swift and grand
and points of view, me, you, them, he, and she.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
They badgered me with sharp and shrill commands;
My time was short, the hours dark and wee.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.
With no more life, my verse became so bland
that no one knew I'd been a prodigy.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
My face was slapped by angry, burning hands;
like firemen, they ordered me to flee.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.
I'm now a waiter at Salut on Grand.
I now cost money - I'm no longer free.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.
Do you demand a poem every day?
But you only flourish in May –
There is a day for Beauty,
And days without it.
But if you fail to bloom
Every spring, after noon –
There will be no days to recall,
Beauty will be lost to us all.
How unfair is to give
- so little – even if I receive
- so much – but bless my heart
Is it love or is it art?
My mind is feeble and refuses a past
That my words can outlast.
"You" demand "me"
Mind demands its best use
Eyes demands "nature"
Mouth demands good vocabulary
Ears demands sweet voice
Life demands pleasure
Path demands destination
Song demands music
Earth demands rain
Everything on earth "demands"
Best you demand
Best you get.
by:
Vrushani Thaker
From Trump This Do Demand
To know from Trump this do demand
Why treat Rose like she is second hand
Food tastes bland touching long tongue
And takes advantage of heroes unsung
For sexist things computer have scanned.
Amazing what you find out about Trump
in his Trumpapedia.
Jim Horn
I plead the fifth!
Rhymes with no sniff
Nosed clogged Ben Gay spade with no shifts
Pace makers tripped wires
Remit
Remake takes patents to skin drifts
Power ranged a game with low lifts
Tires rims shine made drift
Blinds closed with long sticks
Brick houses with no bricks
Framed same found day shun with steel trip
Wires hang dancers give
Beauty baked lashes give rip
Maybeline lined lip
Color shadow followed him
Made created a land with give gifts
Transparent pulled out of bounds balls bounce do drifts
Out strike title stripped
Sterilize steroids with no stick
Big boned with mild tones sounds
Without Biz
Bone Thug great hit
Smashed charts with no
Ozzie remake with slick
Hiding lights with strike back
Big rims Cadillac
Heavy Chevy comes back
Nova stars mobilized
Ride click tight riding high
Bean pies French fries
Filled with no lies
Mouth covered
Say nothing
Snitch out
Been made!
The righteous ones claim justice must be served,
but what exactly do they mean by that;
a conflict in our thoughts that I’ve observed
requires us all to be a diplomat.
While justice from a legal point of view
means what is legislated into law,
but from a moral view we can construe
that social justice overcomes the flaw.
So what are we to make of these demands
for justice by the people in the streets
while holding signs and echoing their stands
as Congress rather gutless keeps their seats.
Perhaps we need to reconcile the rift
between the moral and the legal shift.
December 18,2018
Demand Satisfaction
For a reaction,
To every distraction;
Want satisfaction.
Watching cannot stand,
Trump taking confusing stand
At any stand in land.
Is an irony
About Trump astronomy;
Lost in open space.
None ever compares
With Trump's great foreign affairs;
All of us it scares.
(And no one dares.)
So where would we be
With no one to make fun of
On Saturday Night Live.
Again and again,
Trump will get under our skin,
When his is so thin.
Simultaneous,
Famous and Trump is a fraud, (At same time.)
Had been told by God.
Trump wants to usurp
Authority and then burp
While being a twerp.
What bothers me most
Is out us all Trump has grossed
Also brag and boast.
Highly offended;
Trump wanted laws amended
Or else suspended.
We had been disturbed;
Bad behavior Trump never curbed;
Swayed and swerved.
Like cow was content;
Some said Trump was impotent;
He had wife's consent.
What we did intend
Straight to hell Trump we should send
No one would this offend.
Las time we did look,
Politicians all are crooks;
At them should throw book.
My poems might as well be
Together so you can see,
They were all from me.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Vibrant Retired Veteran and Poet
.
The theme song of modern man:
Kvetch, complain and demand!
Gratitude, thankfulness...
Are you serious, my man?
No way, no how, blame is their game.
Doing nothing for humanity, just driven to shame.
Twisted souls, tormented by needs.
Not realizing they, themselves are pictures of greed.
Wanting a world with nary a synagogue or a steeple.
Just muttering masses of kvetch, complain and demand sheeples!
June 8, 2020
10:30am PST
Poem # 1229
what it means for marriage
what does it mean for us
what does it mean for
togetherness
since in love
we trust
it's it just the two of us
maybe that's a little
to much to ask for
an assurance for sure
let's get our act together
councer all the differences
love one another
en truth
not just for something to say
talk about the differences
we aint gonna cover the sorted
or find ourselves unloved
we have one another
Baby what's better than us
love throughout the changes
stay coupled through the change
the song has been rearranged
still nothing has changed
Centered around us together
sometimes we stand on the edge
some time we have to disappoint
those who'll conclude us
don't that sound real strange
Lovers together
Darling glad you're around
sweetest of moments
my head in the clouds
Cavatina Adagio and bel Canto Accerando
" unfurling an Umbrella before the storm"
They kissed and talked hugging and snuggling
a fellow tried to involve himself
telling then it was to began raining: the male of
the couple replied " yeah what ever"
and then she said
" we'r in love" the guy then said
"ya'll gonna be
to soaking wet in love
fool's cause there is ah storm ah coming"
they ignored him and continued on "cuddle-doggin"
Boom!' The thunder Cracking! lightening strikes!
they stayed true to form until the gentlemen gave them his
umbrella.