Best Derailing Poems
Dear God, I know you are real busy up above,
But could I have a moment to talk to you;
Things are not so good here, we could use some love,
You sent your son for us, then to heaven he flew.
You tried God, but is seems that your plan failed,
There is so much happening- things are out of control;
The list is very long and oh so sadly detailed,
So much war and bombings, the killing of souls.
Children in poor countries are eating garbage,
There are hurricanes, earthquakes, horrible storms;
Airplanes falling, trains derailing, oh there is carnage,
Hundreds are hurt, losing their legs and arms.
What can I do God, I am only a girl in a Canadian city,
But I was thinking, I can help my cities homeless;
I know I cannot change the world and that's a pity,
So, I've joined a group to help the lost and hopeless.
We bring street people coffee, food and blankets,
I like to talk to them and find out their story;
Many have pets, dogs and cats, giving love, that's it,
Well God, that's what I am doing and I seek no glory.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that I bring pet food, oh yes,
I think it is beautiful the pets giving love unconditional;
Well, as you can see God, earth is in quite a mess,
I cannot change the world but I can help one individual.
For a moment . . .
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April 10, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Dear God, Can I Have a Moment
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All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Once the dream was to make America the shining light of the world
a caring and compassionate country with opportunities for all
but after questioning the veracity of the election in America by the sham pretender since then this nation has endured the corrupt, the ugly, the distrusted who have put a damp on long held dreams of millions.
A neophyte failed businessman/politician with a narcissistic bent
of a five year old, looking for a king's crown, his fatuous transmutation has proven to be the culprit blocking his own way but denial is months away but
this dream may be reality in the making.
We who understand the damage done know are the ones
who must remove the stench he has created and the pain he inflicted
while hell bent trying to annihilate our Democratic Republic and his intent on
changing justice in America to save himself.
American's Constitution and the Bill of Rights are the hope of the world
but this administration peddles lies for control but honesty chokes them,
integrity strangles their foundations and freedoms they profess to value.
Their insidious mindset will not prevail and definitely will be challenged.
We are being devoured by manipulative small minds; their indifference,
bigotry and the all-mighty, all-consuming, deceptive profits seems to be what we are becoming. I can't believe we have been overcome with greed
and what it represents, but are we really, at heart, really that?
Will Democracy, Truth, Justice continue to be our guide, our conscience?
Will American integrity survive the current onslaught of verbal inanities?
America was great before this charlatan came unto the scene
misleading his followers and instilling his divisive absurdities.
America was great long before this pretender stepped on these shores.
It will continue to be great even greater, but these last few years he has fed lies of con to his followers derailing that trajectory of greatness
yet there are those who will follow this false Messiah's words of hatred.
White supremacists, bigots, genocidal maniacs with the mistaken idea
that this country is for them to take have a shocker awaiting them,
America will never be ruled solely by punk-pink-orange colored wannabe's
hellbent on destroying indigenous peoples of our world and our country.
"Lo! the dolphin dotes laughs
My passion is the maritime coast
'Ocean!' said I, 'thing of seawater.'
Oceans dolphins
In a kingdom full of coastlines
Eagerly I looked for the seaway
I crave the marine, more mare
That up bound jellyfish - that unbound jellyfish
I felt compelled to sniff the territorial waters
I am shorn of my catfish
I discovered the riverbanks
Suddenly, I heard some tiding
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up through the skies
And its eyes have all the ponding
Resulting and resulting with my pacific
But in the fact that it was fluttering
I had dreamed of ribs cluttering
Only this and a ameba
The west water whaling
The dry dock smiled
How they were curtailing, prevailing - derailing
I discovered the crayfish
I crave the marine, amidships maritime
Ah, distinctly I was swallowing
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up threw the skies"
11/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Trees bending overhead, shadows fully employed
Fish resting 'neath the surface, their camouflage enjoyed
Abundant insects frolicking, diving and skimming the stream
Predators hungrily watching, nature's bountiful cuisine
Anglers stealthily wading, with implements designed
Perilous imposters, dancing on a line
Imitation insects, alluring and derailing
The angler flicks his wrist, often times prevailing
With skill and precision he tosses the bait
Dancing through shadows the imposter skates
Fish exploding in total captivation
Writhing about in lustful aggravation
Recoiling he jerks, prepares for the fight
Adrenaline rushes, as his trophy takes flight
Netting his prize from the crystal clear stream
Reliving a memory of a wintry dream.
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Lunch with a friend
Conversation flows
A ring of the phone
Our talking froze
She chooses to answer
I look annoyed
Our time together
Has now been destroyed
I stare at my plate
While being ignored
Five minutes pass
I'm getting bored
Was the call business?
No, just idle chatter
Derailing the mood
For an irrelevant matter
Keeping my calm
An impossible task
a little respect
Is all that I ask
Tethered to tech
Disconnecting us all
Harming a friendship
All over a call
I am what you call a hopeless
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love
me
She holds the heart to another and
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she
wants, not even when it comes to
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast,
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who
your with
I mean I only wrote this as I heard
exchanging “I love you” flow from
each of your lips.
Pathetic, the word I just can't seem to outrun
it beats me to alley-way exits, creating dead to ends, enclosed places
Defeated, it might as well be the twin
The effects, they refuse to cease yet love to seize me
I've made so many plans, so many plans to alter the aspect
tread on broken glass to allow Karma to change sides
but at the last minute, I exchanged those plans
for different names to sustain an imaginary legacy
'Divided into pieces of the sun'
so the poet's dream is comprised of Ra, the Sun God
or am I chemically flawed in my mind...likely
The voices in my mind command to enjoy the beauty in reality
their response is an open mouth for I have laughed in their faces
What beauty does the death of children portray
What beauty lies in seeing grown adults fight over a molded piece of bread
Imagination, now a similar corrupted world
when the poet merges two worlds and dives recklessly straight into the sun
Disoriented by emotions, morals; how can I breathe
I am lost, dial 911ost; I've lost my mind and the locks
simple math, I cannot when math is not involved
When will the citizens of Earth open their ears and hold their tongues
Get off my back, let me relax; I'm derailing from this track
The fluorescent, white light blinding me
the only thing I'm able to see
myself combusting into several thousand degrees
The supernova of beginning dreams
now dubbed the supernova of emptiness
shining as bright as a dying star
Sweet rest falls from that haven of old
And rainbows tie the dream-cloth shut
And who can know what joys they hold
In sweet derailing sleepy thoughts
And rainbows tie the dream-cloth shut
And who dare take to untie those knots
In sweet derailing sleepy thoughts
Of slender ties and diamond gold
And who dare take to untie those knots
A who can know what joys they hold
Of slender string and diamond gold
Sweet rest falls from that haven of old
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She pirouettes at the hall of fame,
Magnifying swan-silhouettes in delight
As silky red wings are in glaring flame,
She pirouettes in the hall of fame
Red Swan of Night is Paulette’s name.
While audience applause from left to right,
She pirouettes at the hall of fame
Magnifying swan-silhouettes in delight.
Dec. 31.2021 2.27pm
ADDITIONAL POEM OF MINE
CLIMATE CHANGE
by Lgg
Our mother earth is now derailing from its plain path,
Path that leads to a continuous sustenance of our lives;
If no indomitable spirits to hinder, no one survives,
Our planet will soon collapse by the catastrophe’s wrath.
Catastrophes are caused by detrimental effect of climate change,
Known as global warming, a crisis of our time – so intense!
It’s an earth’s long term massive change of temperature,
Caused mainly by human activity, polluting it to the core.
Mother earth’s atmosphere is largely paralyzing,
Due to greenhouse gases that dominate…suffocating!
They trap the sun’s energy on the surface of the earth,
Making home planet much hotter, so I’ll take off my shirt.
Let’s name some human activities emitting greenhouses,
They’re burning fuels forming heavy smog- it mazes!
Our waste products, factories and cars causing air pollution,
All contributed by the tripling increase of world’s population.
Climate change effects are vast droughts, diseases and floods,
Typhoons that will destroy people, animals and crops-so sad!
Climate change will melt tons of ice glazers in the oceans,
Increases water levels jeopardizing small and big islands.
If we, humans are the problems, why can’t we make solutions?
Let’s all start planting trees, reuse, recycle and reduce pollution;
Avoid land transformations when building infrastructures,
Make our surroundings clean, let’s save Mother Nature!
Jan, 15, 2022 9.35pm
Thoughts of her rob my slumber.
She burglarizes my rest.
She pervades my life,
into my dreams.
She is the locomotive
derailing my train of thought.
I have no reign over myself.
My infatuation grows daily.
In this I lose control
as I watch my heart wander.
There is a moment in the night, in the shower, in the quiet, that exist in its own temporal bubble
and you are within it, stuck like flies to tape, as if at any moment you will launch away in sporadic patterns of flight.
Instead, you scramble inwardly, madly, in psychic violence.
In spirals derailing consciousness
In which your words must be waking dreams
that decide their own narrative and resonate with some primal inner force.
Use the schism of lucidity as an automaton would
Made only to be the rechargeable champion of fragmentation.
When the fretful pull to uncover reason
Instead brings only idyllic, isomorphic shock,
Flowery discord that uncomfortably enraptures and obfuscates
Can inspire a noble venture into creation
Captivated By His Words
By: E. C. Almonte (Apples&Eve)
A strong couple once molded cannot be separated.
The world we live in is beautiful.
It’s we who create these deceitful ways.
The four layers of bright light beamed down depicted the gates of heaven,
As I hung my hair out the window of his white pickup truck.
The sun’s keen rays brightened to wake up as it did the morning before.
Mother Nature at her finest with her nursery of floating palm trees.
He filled with anger quickly like a train slightly derailing
As the sparks of the copper railings entered his eyes.
His innocence stood out to me more than the obvious.
I sat attentively eyes wide and ears engaged to his lips like a bride to her groom.
He went on to say to survive this world, you’re better paired in two’s.
His story telling kept my curiosity wild like a feline strolling on a dessert afternoon.
September 17, 2015
Anger so deep it penetrates, agitates and aggravates
Feeling so helpless, clueless and ruthless
Knowing my physical pain and the flaw in my brain is like a derailing train
Wondering why no one cares and no one is there. Why do they all sit with a blank stare?
Confused as to why I can't grow. Who is it I really know? With whom my emotions I should
show?
Tired of all the selfishness and phoney bliss. This is truly an abyss.
Questioning if I really exist. I think I'm here, but Maybe I'm just a mist. Maybe I don't get
the gist.
Frustrated that I even need a crutch. Do I really ask for too much?
Sad for myself too much it seems. I'm free of flaws in a distant dream. I want to
scream!!!!!
Never can I get along. I'm never good enough and I don't belong. Why is everything so
wrong?
Unsure why things never change and I have this new found rage. Can we please turn the
page?
Holding on by a thread. There are so many things I dread. I sink again and my soul is dead.
Why do I suffer this way? Why do I have to pay? All I ever used to do is pray, but not today
Alone is what I've been for so long. Maybe it's the only way I feel strong. Maybe that's how
I belong
Desire exists to understand life. I do yearn for minimal strife. At times I can't make it in
this life
Misunderstood all of the time as if I've committed some crime. It's about time I end this
rhyme. After all it's not so sublime.
On the eve of 25 December
We expected joy, gifts,
But rivulets of blood and tears;
Gushed over the land.
When Vodka surrogates the lamb;
All in the game are futile
The day is rendered no specialty
Given that the real day is latent
It’s vile to rule the sanctified day;
As archaic or discriminatory:
For the wicked ideology to maneuver
Derailing even the chosen
Carried away by the folklore
Working against Holy Spirit – on the day.
The carnal mind
Powered by the serpent
Implements a Law free strategy;
Where people of their own interests
Succumb to the second and final death!
A man on crutches passed me by
And sparked some rumination.
We all require some support
To keep in circulation.
It may not be as obvious
As crutches made of wood,
But something helps us get around
And live the lives we should.
Perhaps a person is the means
Of keeping us from falling –
A spouse or relative or friend
Who answers when we’re calling.
A pet may prop us properly,
Preventing us from flailing;
Or maybe just a lucky charm
Represses a derailing.
Whatever crutches we might use
To navigate our years,
I’m grateful, for their presence
Works to overcome our fears.