Best Derrick Poems
Lord, teach me to achieve.
Teach me to love what I do.
Teach me to do what I love.
Teach me to truly achieve,
but by your standards,
not the worlds',
so that I might achieve
that which is worthwhile
and lasting,
not fleeting
nor empty.
And,
when I am finally called
to give an accounting
of what I have achieved,
may what I have achieved
speak well of me,
so that I might achieve
that which is truly lasting-
eternal life.
AMEN.
This is dedicated to the following people who have
treated me with kindness and respect:
Carol Brown( The true den mother of this site.); Brian Strand ( I like your thinking and your
contests!); Michael Jordan: ( Be well and safe, sir.);Reuben Ortellao:( Holy Imagination,
Batman!);
Brandlee Augustus;Laura McKenzie; Deborah Guzzi: ( The Wise woman of the mystical arts.);
Catie Lindsay;Sharon Weimer; Donna Golden;Karen O'Leary ( Kind and thoughtful.);Trudy
Diane Ryder:(That name is poetry.);Carrie Richards ( Enthusiastic is your middle
name.);James Peranteau: ( Thank you.);Sara Kendrick;Sean Kelly ( A fellow Irishman!); Hai
Au Chu;
Derrick Burton ( Thank you, too.); Frances King;Krista Kurth;Frank Herrerra; Carolyn
Devonshire:( ever the polite lady.)
Thank you. This one is for YOU!
On the plains in the Texas panhandle
The fight for survival is real
As I watched from the derrick
On a short smoke break
A scene rather harsh and surreal
A cottontail bunny was having his way
In a pasture of gold knee high grass
When a hungry coyote, prowling late in the day
Caught his scent on the breeze as it passed
The bunny must have sensed, the coyote was near
He ran circles and made figure 8 bows
Confusing the canine, wound up chasing his tail
While the bunny escaped down the road
But nature has a way of being quite cruel
As a hawk observed from above
As he swooped down, the poor bunny froze
In a scene void of malice and love
With the rabbit in tow, still kicking and screaming
The hawk not making a sound
Somehow lost his grip, dropping his prey
Who died instantly hitting the ground
In all the commotion, the old coyote
Had watched and raced to the kill
Snatching him up and never looking back
Running swiftly over a hill
I stood there amazed, as the scene played out
This microcosm of struggles and strife
Then thought about destiny, no matter how hard you fight
The unfairness and the fragility of life
by Daniel Turner
Oh I would give Christopher Higgins a peck..
as I read the words penned by John Heck..
and there just would not be such a spark without
the writes of Michael Degenhardt...
just like it would be a sin, not to feel the words
of Mohammad Yamin...
John Loving, Sean Kelly and Des Juan
the writes of these makes a duckling feel like a swan...
now it seems as if this one is too important
to pass up the likes of Michael Jordan..
and always one to write with good sense
I can't forget my man whose name is Vince...
now it would seem such a shame, to forget
my friend John Rhinem's whole name...
also it just makes no sense to forget the
writes of Joseph Spence..
and how could you not understand
that Brian Strand is the man...
let's not play games not one to poke
don't forget the talents of Mr. James Foulk...
and for that matter how could I forget
my friend Daver..
oh and yes let's close the curtain
but let's not forget the writes of Derrick burton...
these men can truly make the words cry
if you think I'm lying be my abili..
with this list I can always continue
so much great talent on this soup's menu..
if I've left anyone out, I apologize
it's not a smite, and not a guise..
these are a very talented group
that represent on poetry soup.
P.S. THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE MEN
OF POETRY SOUP
Tell me again
This wealth you gasp and clamour for
This strategy you wield
From the invincible substratum
Where the hunt pursues the frenzied heart
And the congestive traffic of arteriosclerosis
For what do you deal
The long evenings swinging on the green and
The soul's sanity again?
I have checked for definitions
One say it is production from the land
And I hear in it engines
Ripping out the earth's red heart
Another say it is a product of labour
And I imagine a weary mother
And the pains of dystocia
Besides you own no land
Where concrete does not mushroom
Into skyscrapers
And dirt abominable in the atmosphere
And I guess labor is not physical.
Some say it is a measure of value
Of what you own
Was that the members of my body
For I pay tax for
Is a mere rental, not mine.
Easement only entitles me
To brown paper bags blowing in the gust
And the oily wrap of hamburger papers
I never bought them
They just fell where I bare the cost without the benefits.
Men who own revenue are rich
You say it is policy
That the labourers clock in at eight
I say its power
That make men to make wealth
They give away for the pittance of wage
All morning I have watched them
As they check their assets of grief
Before getting to security at the gate
Grief is suspicious you know
Only terrorists have grievances.
We bring our last resolve to work
The heart like a derrick
Grappling with the weight in the sky.
It is all your wealth
His mother phlegmatic coughing
And asbestos dust
Thickening on the lip of the child
I have no love for the Midas disease
For still its free
The open air
The sun cracking nuts in a tree
And the wild shout of cataract
And below me the immense gorge
Where the water trickles
Under the dam
Irrevocably to the sea.
NEVER ALONE
By Derrick Smith
Do not shed your tears for me
Because God has called me home
But keep in mind the memories
And the fact you’re not alone
Keep your tears for joyful things
The thought of all that we have done
And know that I no longer suffer
That I am with the one
The one who keeps you thru the day
And watches over you thru the night
The one who helped me make it through
And fought my biggest fight
My spirit lives within all of you
That God saw fit to call me home
I’ve done all that I could do
Know that although I am gone
But do not shed your tears for me
Because with God I am now home
But keep in mind all the memories
And you will never be alone.
I Am With God Now.
The day we found out
Our lives were like a
moving novel
Constantly weaving in and
out the threads of our years.
Sometimes when the night closes its
windows, I stumble across you
when you are full of laughter and
revenge, oh my God you say
Because nothing that resembles
our lords creatures is afraid of you.
I pray the rosarys like you scim through
scriptures, looking for that other sign
Beside the ones I've found already.
Could it be?
We search to much.
Copyright 2010 by derrick burton
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www.aworldofabstract.blogspot.com
A crew, team effort workers on the job.
Sometimes a crew is a select few maybe a bunch of snobs.
Another type of crew is aboard a ship.
Maintaining cleaning a deck so no one slips.
Another meaning of a crew a bunch of gang members.
And oil derrick drilling for black gold in late December.
A crew could be a diner, with a waitress, cook, and dishwasher.
Feeding food to hungry customers.
Remembering a long time ago, Jesus himself had a crew.
Preaching, teaching God’s laws, His Apostles understood and knew.
That the Savior was the Son of God, this crew made a lasting impact.
They knew they were put here by the Father; it was their duty to act.
What an inspiring bunch faithfully serving the Father with a given gift.
To show the way to carnal man and give mankind a Spiritual lift.
The legions of Caesar powerful organized were a well oiled machine and crew.
What they saw in their day they didn’t recognize crucifying Him they never knew.
Scourging, whipping, spitting this crew assassinated the Fathers Son.
Transgressing in this sin, the Romans did the will of Satan, and Satan thought he’d won.
Jesus, who preached “love”, forgave this unforgiving evil crew.
His blood, His impact, changed the world forever God the Father was there and He knew.
All the workers, all the crews never matched Jesus’ Apostles His Christian crew.
They taught well after His death just for me and for you.
Our Father has His crew’s minister’s men of God who teach to this day.
Been that way from long ago this Christian crew remains strong in Jesus and we continue to believe in Faith, and we still stand up and pray.
What do you think?
Am I mentally ill, or am I just in love?
Am I right handed or ambidextrous because I can not be left handed.
If the sun was neither, then it would’ve dropped a long time ago- killing not just us but the universe.
Am I growing insane or is the pressure getting to me?
Do I have 2 egos that both love to use the middle finger?
Is the third excluded because he’s the fraud?
Was the birth of that billionth person a waste?
You shake your head, I shake mine, but the cold water just crashes down from beneath the ground and you ask… is that possible.
Why not?
My “Mother” can do anything she wants!
Kill, conceive, birth, breathe fire, conjure up ferocious winds, split the earth in half, submerge an entire planet.
Derrick Brown once said” You’ll find me up there”
But my brain is full of such memories- that I just sink like a cinder block.
The witches and snitches all look the same, but “Mother” comforts me like the sweet scent of vanilla on my favorite blanket.
She, like humans, obliterates everything little thing in her path, but keeps the wonderful meals warm- like fresh soggy bread.
Am I insane?
No- just emotional.
Been being patient for say
like twenty minutes
looking for that special weakness
You know the one where everyone
thinks your lying, with your eyes.
I been danmed if I do
and be damned if I don't
let you believe your holding
a better one than me
The truth is I'm ace and king
suited: two guns, awesome, beautiful
I've been playing sheep for tha last
four hours, callng, checking, waiting.
The flop was too, three of kind already
one diamond, the other a weary club.
Who are you? who beats a hand like mine
Why are you always calm when you win.
Copyright 2010 by derrick burton
www.aworldofabstrct.blogspot.com
She's been gazing, staring, all the night long
I've been scared, sheepish, stupid, and sad
I'm kissing her after the next love song
If my insecurities aren't that bad.
She's so effervescent, she doesn't know
It's not even about the looks, it's deep.
I swear I'm looking into her soul, woah!
Into this mystery I'll glide, don't weep.
Come on Derrick, it's time to rise and shine
Be the man, be the love, be the best, try.
She deserves it, make her smile just divine
Look at the mistletoe, over her, high.
Here I go, no longer holding this back
"Hello, you are beautiful, and you glow.
I know how I sound, I sound like a quack.
But please, one kiss, under the mistletoe."
A bare concrete floor, a cage made of steel, secrets trapped inside, no lock, no
key, just layer upon layer of the things I feel.
Hatred and shame, anger and pain, all locked away untill the layers are peeled,
for my sin there is no appeal.
Hurt and fear, jealousy and rage, these are the things inside the cage, locked
away until the day when I start a brand new page.
I see my life as a book, but I'm too scared to take a look, at what I might find on
the hook.
There is a beginning, middle, and end, but alot of things I can't comprehend. The
end is not written, I still must go on, writing through every twist and bend.
It's been a long journey, one hell of a trek, but I've made it along every twist and
every bend, there's a long way to go, even though I may be wary of the last step.
By:
Derrick Frank
It was the Eve before Christmas, every tree covered in snow,
Bonnie was walking Plato her poodle, conscious to keep to the road,
As she nonchalantly walked, she thought of Derrick her Danish beau,
He was the one that she wished to be by her side as they grew old.
.
Imagine if he proposed tonight, she thought as she strolled,
He is the moon and the stars if she should become
Lost in the dark, and her warmth if she shivered when she was cold,
Her compass in life. Although she wore gloves her hands felt numb.
Bonnie quickened her pace back, her dad said in a low tone, a guest has arrived,
Her adrenaline pumped and her palpitations went into over-drive.
She rushed upstairs, straight into the arms of her love, Derrick she cried,
He sat her down on the bed, suddenly she was full of life.
Derrick presented Bonnie with an open box, her adrenaline went crazy again,
Will you marry me he asked, yes yes, you are the love of my life Derrick,
Bonnie rushed downstairs to tell her parents, and tried to somehow regain
Her composure. Congratulations were said and accepted; Bonnie’s joy was magnetic.
They went to a popular pub in the village, Bonnie flashing her ring,
She walked over to the juke box sensually, with poise, which accentuated
Her sensuous figure, and a tantalizing cleavage, her raven black shimmering
Hair, she swept off her face and seductively Derrick she beckoned.
The engaged to be married couple swayed to the music as if they were one,
Derrick looked at his watch. It’s late , so they left the pub somewhat tipsy,
Feather like snow fell on their faces sobering them up, tonight was fun,
They agreed and exhausted, fell into each other’s arms so delightfully.
Their heightened passionate and undulating love continued till dawn arrived
And so they awoke to a fairy-tale Christmas Morn, within soaked satin sheets,
Breakfasts aromas wafted upstairs, bacon, coffee, freshly baked bread, they grabbed
Their carefully selected gifts, and donned their gowns, there were even chocolate treats.
Wow exclaimed Derrick, Happy Christmas everyone
The end of the year is drawing near
Home to our familes we will go
No more blinding white in surround
Saying cheerio to this Antarctic flow
It's late as we pass the seventh hour
The nineteenth of December now truly left behind
For after the holidays we'll return
Take our chances to see what there's to find
It's approximately twelve past eight
The drilling rigs on it's final bore
When we hear a shout from the derrick
It's more of panic, than we have ever heard before
The sensors have picked up our strike
It's metal we have struck so far down
In momentary pause we stand stunned
What can be buried so far underground
A silence captures this expanse
The sky turns a deep cobalt blue
A violent shaking, the ice breaking
What ever it is, it's massive that's breaking through
Thousands of years start to show face
Ancient ice from a long forgotten past
Detracts us from what we are witnessing
Looking up leaves us in total aghast
Something not of this world
Has erupted through earths glacial ice
Above us it starts to hover
Our eyes lured as if in awe suffice
We hear voices on our radios
Which leaves us in total astound
In various parts of the world
Giant spaceships rise from our grounds
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Thank you fellow poets in poetry soup
For leaving all your kind thoughts and critiques
You have given me the inspiration to continue on
And for that I am humbled and grateful
May twenty ten be filled with many more wonderful memories
God bless you always, Dean
Carol Brown, Charmaine Chircop, Christy Hardy, Audrey Carey, Gary La Buda,
Anthony Nutter, Caroline Cécile Paczynski, James Fraser,
Patricia Adams, L'nass Shango, Simone Segal,
Sara Kendrick, Constance La France, Jessica Arteaga, Andrew Crisci,
Mary Meade Stephenson, Robert A. Dufresne, Derrick Burton, Carolyn Devonshire,
Linda-Marie Bariana, Karen O'Leary, Krista Kurth, Richard Pickett, Geoffery McHugh,
John Loving iii, Juliane Thomas, Deborah Guzzi, Andrew Crisci, Joshua Lacey ,Tara Jennings,
Eduardo Orozco, by Diane Christian, James Marshall Goff, Larissa Sanchez, Marty Owens,
Jon Sledge, Sharon Weimer, Ernilando Tugaff, Nathan Leccese, Angie Washine,Kat Crane
Donna Golden, John Freeman, Lena Townsend, Barbara Gorelick, Jodie Quintero,
Matthan Atherton, Catie Lindsey, Diogenes Zuniga, Sue Mason, Kate Mcnaughton,
Trudy Diane Rider, Kate W, Amber Jenkins, John Freeman, Amber Jenkins, Krystal Cochrane,
Prince Freakasso, Abe Lopez, Autumn Page, Tumelo Ame Mogotsi, Becky Harmon
Derrick Burton, Jessica Kellems, Rebecca Pasco, Michael Jordan, Izzy Gumbo
Ernilando Tugaff, Laura Mckenzie, Raul Moreno, Vince Suzadail Jr., Adeleke Adeite
Cherica Eckiwaudah, Nathan Leccese, Cesar Cantu, Justin Hensley
Tanned by the summer sun
Laughing because life is young
Five boys just want to play
During the summer holiday
Race your bikes through the park
Avoiding the junkyard dogs' bark
Chasing fireflies in the dark
Vacation is best when it starts
Swimming at the local pool
Make that pose looking cool
The girls would laugh and look away
Dive in the pool splash and play
See all the movies that they made
Everyday is a matinee
Play a little ball show your skill
Hope the girls notice your kill
Grill that meat eat outside
Now this is summer alive
When the day gets too hot
Slurping slurpees you bought
Throw the frisbee with the dogs
At the creek catching frogs
Some days just lie around
This is how summer is found
Hanging on the monkey bars
Daring to see just how far
You can hold and not let go
Everyone laughs as I wiggle my toes
Fifty toes a wiggling
Five friends a giggling
Summers are swell
With friends you are real
Johnny was the first to move
Then Tommy left it hurt our groove
Derrick found a girl he craved
Paul just lost his way
Those four summers with us five
Where the best of being alive
Childhood friends as thick is blood
So goofy we ate mud
Through the years I look back
Regretting that we lost track
Wondering what became of them
My childhood summer friends
Yet I smile with a laughing heart
From memories that never depart
Inside my soul I giggle
Tired arms jiggle
So my toes I wiggle
Tommy laughs and falls
Johnny next then Paul
Derrick strong with one hand tickles me
I fall laughing and relieve
Derrick seem to always win
Never could get the best of him
We pal around
Monkey bar clowns
Fifty toes a wiggling
Five friends a giggling
I wish I could go back again
Hanging out with my summer friends
Chasing the stars we could fly
I never could say good bye.