Best Determined Poems
When you look at your reflection in a mirror, what do you see?
I see a failure, and that failure is me.
I feel like I’m stuck yet I pace up and down.
My face is etched with a worrying frown.
The problem is I tend to fester and then over-think.
At times It’s so bad I feel like I need a drink.
My stomach’s in knots and my mind in a different place.
There’s just so much that I simply can’t face.
But this analysis paralysis will not be the end of me.
First steps needed – deep breaths and a cup of tea.
Music helps me to relax and to calm.
I know that I have support so I’m safe from any harm.
I’m loved by others which makes me warm inside.
I will keep on going – one day I’ll hold my head up with pride.
He crawled methodically up the stairs
A man of six foot four
To what would become his death bed
As he did each night as before
He insisted at being at dinner
With the family while he still could
His family no longer argued the point
Of what he shouldn't or should
I only happened to be there at
this moment to see it all
To see this man's physical reduction
To that of a toddlers crawl
He had mastered a plan from
Point A to B resting part way on elbow and knee
I quietly stood he never saw me
Somehow that's how I felt it should be
He had struggled to keep
manly pride intact
Deciding for self what he
did or not lack
He made his way on his own
I'm down on the ground,
My brain starts to pound,
It may not be fun,
But ten seconds aren't done.
10 seconds remain.
I still have time,
To arise again,
The timer hasnt hit ten,
Time isn't my friend,
8 seconds remain.
I punch hard, I kick,
I choke, I feel sick.
I try to yell, over the incessant chants,
This is the last time, my last chance.
Five seconds remain.
I call out, my plight.
I never wanted this fight.
I press up with all my might,
I feel progress, my eyes are losing their light.
Three seconds remain.
It all hurts, to breathe,
Under my worst foe, I am beneath.
For it is no human, it's within me.
I need to get up, to be free.
But it isn't over, I can win,
I push against that evil twin,
The sadness loses hold, I can get up.
One second remains.
I’m going to break this Beak loose
Got my mind around in circles Duck Duck Goose’
Been through
‘Life’, Milton Bradley
Speak my mind,Expressing my feelings while Genuinely showing the real me.
Have you listened to my story?
What I have faced or what I have seen.
I have had to fight through life, body left scarred inside, outside and in between.
Red headed Black sheep of tha family.
Been through the most and still hold the biggest heart yet they are still determined to break me.
Been told I wasn’t going to be it.
So, I added it to complete my outfit
Snugged it on tight to show my silhouette fit.
Been told, I was soft and weak behind the tears that fall off my cheek
But, my tears just soften the beast.
Before the pain becomes words that she regrets once they roll off the tongue as sentences when released.
Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat
Not really qualified, just a rancher at that
He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade
Caught red handed in a cattle raid
The jury took ten minutes to recommend the noose
Better than letting this rattlesnake loose.
Tim smoothed out his robe, asked Slade to speak
Slade perked up, though his future was bleak
"It was only my brain, my brain it was me.
Badly constructed, that's how I plea
My thoughts, my feelings, my crooked way
All preprogrammed in my DNA!
"You see Dad was a member of the cardshop mob
Mom always drunk, and moreover a slob
My twin set a cat on fire at the age of three
So, who could predict much hope for me?
Tim panicked, searched his dictionary
Couldn't find DNA, wished he was on the prairie
He had never heard that excuse before
But said to Slade, "proceed, tell us more"
Slade felt hope, and got on a roll
He said "ain't no such thing as a soul'
"I know the computer hasn't been invented yet
"But we're programmed, coded, our path in life set!
"I shot a man to watch him die
Then partied at the bar for an alibi
Not my fault, an MRI would have shown
My limbic system, quiet as a stone.
The jury murmured, Tim gave a sigh
What was a computer, or an MRI?
Slade's nonsense was going too far
Slade could have used a lesson in better P.R.
Tim said, "I hope what you say is not true
I like soul and spirit, the afterlife too.
But either way, some feelings I can't transcend
My brain wants your pointless existence to end!
They planned to hang Slade on the Alder tree
Justice would be served, jury did agree
Then Slade tried a ploy, to explain his crime
He yelled "I'm a traveler through time!"
"I come from the year 2024
DNA, MRI, computers and more
Got stuck in a time warp, had to survive
You'd do the same to stay alive"
They had to let Slade go, agreed he's insane
Tim didn't like to do it, it went against the grain
But Deadwood Flats couldn't hang a guy
Who believed in computers, DNA, and MRI!
A determined bud
Struggled to flower,
The season had not cooperated;
A lazy sun
Dry clouds
Nature slower to awake
(when it comes to blossoms
My kitchen vase abhorrent
Of all those fake)
Finally, a bit of brilliant red!
A speckle of yellow and richest
Blue! A dazzle for spring to renew!
Not that I ever doubted~Love,
Now the birds are chirping
And the bees are buzzing too!
Men worship women
Great culture that we are
Man to woman
Love for lust
Marry for money
Determined for sex
*********** before marriage
Sonography after marriage
Choice is a boy
Result - sex determination
Girl ends up as foetus
Boy ends up as a man
To find a day where
Men wont get women
Homos will rule
***** to sono to homo
The cycle might end here
Won't be seen at home ever
Women to be seen only in temples
Men will worship women indeed
Suresh M Iyer
Female infanticide is on the rise in Modern India, where sex is determined for
weeding out females and selecting males. Designer babes are the order of the day.
FRAGILE BUT DETERMINED
When leafage brushes hues of gold and brown
painting a canvass delighting the senses. The mind
tickled in imagination to wander, wonder round.
Amidst tweaks heard from brittle lumber's arms:
a seasonal alopecia brought by winds, crisp-cold.
Breezy chill caress, frenzy fanning sometime in a flash.
I tag his hands, stepping nearer for better warmth...
Rustling running crystal water tumbling to rocks
yet still, effortless flowing and flowing yelling life!
So must we even when dragging miseries arise
standing unconditionally, fragile but determined.
A whispher of prayer roar, like ocean currents
melting stony hearts. Resurrected beats drum
hopeful, lub, dub! Lub-dub! Lungs in fever air
resonating flowering depthness of undying faith
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October 10, 2017
As I lay another cedar beam plumb for our home
smoke plumes, serpentine and sulfuric, interrupts the sunshine,
I look below the ridge, Eve standing silent
with weapon in hand, a woman so grand,
panic has no nest in her person, fear has no finger on her pulse,
I move like lightning to war by my Lady's side,
Valley vandels have come, scortching field fruit,
searing insidious signs into our peach and apple trees,
incarnate, the Devil disheveled with a defunct posse of three
approaches me, hailing not from a city of angels but from a ghetto of ghouls,
mean and ugly like ignorance injured by the ivory tusks of innocence,
a madman desperate for the destruction of Divinity,
unskillful and wishful for lies to come alive,
he's a scribbler scribe, a dribbler riddler
a stereotype simpleton, frontin and gruntin
fallin short of the great gangsta idol,
just a stereotypical imbecile, a pencil with no lead,
burpin chicken feathers claimin
them to be the silk quill of Angels,
I turn to Eve now with eyes saying now is the moment for demise,
briefly, before before I strike steel across the throat of Hell itself
our first promise to each other repeats in my memory,
" I forever fight for you "
as her brown eyes convince me of loyalty, love royal,
she rips her blade through his groin
as I open a river across the throat of this terrible thug...
By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.
Fresh out of college, I got a substitute teaching job
in junior high school Spanish classes - my WORST nightmare.
Spitballs were flying; students leaped over desks like zoo animals.
School ended; I was holding back tears, an utter wreck!
Right then I decided I would only teach my minor, English
to adult foreign students actually wanting to learn from me.
My life path was set; peace and fulfillment would follow.
Jan. 29, 2017 for nette onclaud's SEVEN FOR CHAOS AND ORDER Poetry Contest
I remember taking a discarded sixth grade history book home, the last day of fifth grade.
Determined to wow my sixth grade teacher, by learning it cover to cover over the summer.
I taught myself the first three chapters, and tried to entice my friends into learning them too.
They lost interest way before I did. Some on page twelve, and the first page with words was eleven.
I think my twin sister hid the book after the sixth day. A true blue favor to me.
That freed me up to ride bikes, roller skate, build forts, and play badminton and tether ball with her.
This memory floated into my mind a few minutes ago, lost there for fifty-some years.
A journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a single step
A challenge of great magnitude
Requires determination to accept.
The heart must be strong and brave
The mind must be focused and clear
For when the going gets tough
You must persevere to the end.
The courage to stay the course
And never give up the fight
No matter how hard the struggle
You must stand tall with all your might.
When the odds are stacked against you
And the road is long and hard
You must keep your eyes on the prize
And never let your spirit be marred.
For determination is the key
To unlock any door
It will help you reach the summit
And you'll never feel unsure.
DETERMINED! By Paul David Powers! It began when I was younger, I truly was a nerd! Then they said not good enough, gotta prove to you my worth! In my teens I was a Hippie, they said Hey cut your Hair! Even as a Christian, they really didn't care! I married rather early when I first became a man! Live for God with all my heart/lost everything I had! Determined went to college earned me three degrees, still they wouldn't accept the person that was me! Looking back I realize I gave it my best shot, now I'm in Retirement Age, True Love I've not forgot! So Yes I am Determined, you can't hold me down, in God I trust, the rest but dust! through Grace I Shall Abound! (Paul Powers is the Author of the Telly Tales-Telly the Owl Kids Series through Lettra Press, , A Published Poet, Whose Who Among American Poets!) 8/4/2021
What do you do when she’s born two months early?
Nothing in place but cute baby clothes
Wishing we could at least kiss her on her nose
While in the incubator she had us in a scurry
Expecting a boy, peering through the glass was a girl
So my folks asked the two nurses for suggestions
They just smiled and didn’t have any objections
So I ended up as Wilma Nolene in a twirl
Mom and dad were quite happy
Little old me had no say
Only saw mom for the first time on New Year’s Day
My name, I think is quite savvy
I wish I could meet those two ladies
Whose names I now do carry
I would take them out to someplace splashy
Just to say thank you for looking after us babies
Wilma derived from William
Meaning determined keeper
I can be a real teaser
At times a bit fearsome...
*a true story, two nurses named me*
Contest: What's In A Name
3rd Place
I'm Farther Than I've Ever Been
But Not Close Enough
I Feel I'll Make It There
... But Barely - Just
Too Far Gone Now
To Even Turn Back
Got Off The Wrong Way
But I'm On The Right Track
It Was A Slow Start
But I Sped Up The Pace
I Didn't Realize ...
It Was A Race !
I Know I Won't Be First
Hope Not Last To Arrive
Just Let Me Keep Going & Going
... And Drive
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady