Best Detract Poems
through a very small circle
and without reason
I once caught sight
of a magnified ship
'standing still'
out at sea
when it came into focus
it merged with the sky
that was grey
and was smudged
by the rain on the lens
like the whole world around it
not even the dog on the beach
barking and spinning in circles
while chasing whistles
that got lost
on the razor blade wind
could detract
because for those
five misty-eyed minutes
before my sixpence ran out
life was safe and exciting
with no
real meaning
that ship
is still out there
anchored somewhere
inside childhood
- out of time
out of season
and many many miles
from land.
On that day,
When life took its first breath,
Was destiny formed?
Was life responsible,
For its own choices?
Or numbered by the days,
On which life lived
Did age grow,
With her own conscience?
When lifestyle and choices,
Came into play,
When roads and pathways
Were ventured,
Mistakes and consequences,
Inevitable,
Do mistakes happen
When life takes hold of freedom,
Or life blame life
For every problem!
Wasn’t me! Life would say!
Not me surely,
Must be the act of God!
He’s the one to blame not me,
Does life detract,
From every responsibility?
Or admit that perhaps the choices
That life made were wrong,
Who does life smite
When things go wrong?
Life smite’s itself,
Hold up its hands,
And say’s “I did that,
Choices that I made were my own”
When life comes to an end,
And looks back,
What does destiny see?
It only sees
CHOICES!
Why, why, why? Is all I ask
Do you send these folk my way
They're not the ones I'd choose myself
But I attract within hooray
You must have plans to work me Lord
Have I really gone astray
I try so hard to be polite
You send me those who groan
From trials of life
Crying painful body drones
But I face a war continually Lord
Spine crumbling pained bones
I questioned much over the years
Of those you sent my way
But each one has had effect on me
What will I have learned today
I want to tell of things you've done
And why I've learnt to pray
You sent me counseling to help
Through things wrong in my youth
Then church fellowship did help me through
When marriage went down sluice
A teacher friend taught me much
In assertiveness and truth
You sent me someone kind and true
When I'd thought life was gone
A friend of a friend a neighbors brother
Turned out to be the one
Who'd bring me home and settle again
Protect me and my two sons
You showed me work where I did learn
The skills to pull me through
In kitchens I did learn to cook
In schools help my children too
The staff within were pillars and rocks
In illness helped me do
You send others now to my house
Now I can't go out all alone
I used to sit and ponder sorry
I couldn't do things on my own
But now I have found new waters
I can swim and write a poem
I help others through my charity support
When I can get to phone
I can help in ways that others cant
And control load with able zone
I listen to those there struggling
Look at positives not moan
So I'm thankful for those folk you sent
Though I don't understand your process
But each time one has helped me to
Understand and cope it's noticed
So send someone to help I'll pray
And I'll listen as perfect hostess
Author's notes
Okay, so I realize as it stands it needs tweaking, but at the time the pen flowed and now it
needs some TLC... any ideas welcome, although I do not want to detract from the
meaning/depth. Any idea of rhyme was not originally intentional so please forgive I know at
present its dreadful!! Help please?
Gandhi
What principle stimulated or stirred this Guy
Which Doctrine or what Teaching did he buy?
Sauntering on sandals and wrapt on his robe
Miles that he treaded traversed entire Globe.
He taught of pure Love- Peace did he teach
Violence did he spurn- Tolerance did he preach.
Vision in his keen Eyes, wouldn’t we enact
Pain or Punishment which couldn’t detract?
Thin, sturdy legs of Master of tireless trudges
Preacher of Peace who was averse to grudges;
Of all his strengths; non surpassed his Heart
Which Wickedness had reasons to thwart!
Pivot of all Races, and a hub to every Creed-
Afford Tree he planted to bear Fruit and Seed!
***For those who hold as sacrosanct Teachings of this Great Teacher, Leader, Lawyer & Philosopher in his immortalised quest for Non-violence and Tolerance in Politics & Religion and to those who are prepared to die for it!
JM
12th Nov’ 2013
(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to "admit" that the earth was static, he
murmured, "eppur si muove" ("but it moves").
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
Kind But No Longer Can Find
he really was kind
always gave us peace of mind
glad when I did find
died and passed away
now in heaven every day
beauty on display
left and did close door
family am waiting for
always do adore
reality detract
how tremendous was impact
to solve need some tact
like a long lost leaf
God do bring back my belief
relief from all grief
virus creation
sadness with desolation
has marred our nation
no longer have happiness
many people we will miss
here is my last kiss
Jim Horn
Z Z Top and Cousin It took the right approach
Dark sun glasses and beards detract from scraggly hair
Next time my motley hairdo meets with reproach
Combing forward I’ll consider, sparing the Nair
*For Rick's "Bad Hair Day" contest
How Very Often We Miscalculate Things
How very often, we miscalculate things,
How very often our fear spoils everything,
How often, we predict too heavy rains,
Which would wipe away all our living dreams,
But find soon that the rains brought only,
Rainbows, colors and pleasing winds,
It came only to refresh our mind and heart,
Not to take away our treasures and our dreams.
Fear sometime comes, when we are even strong enough,
But often it comes, when we are weak in our preparations,
It often comes, when we doubt everything and everyone,
Fear takes us away even when, the spring is in full bloom,
And often it detract us to hear some melodious tunes and songs,
And keep us repeating only the lines, we have sung.
It often force us not to inhale and breathe properly,
The pleasing fragrance coming with the cool gush of wind,
Fear compel the dictators, to even lock the air,
As the wind may be coming, not from their planned direction.
How often it compels and motivates us,
Not to open, the new doors and windows,
As the new wind may refresh or spoil the mind,
And it may touch and influence, the soul in peace,
With the lofty smells and thoughts, preserved in the mind,
How very often we miscalculate things,
How very often our fear spoils everything.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 13th May 2012/center>
[A poem to celebrate the 350th anniversary of Newton's discovery of gravity]
Sir Isaac Newton is my name;
I have a certain reputation,
Philosopher of great acclaim
Amongst the proud men of this nation.
With many problems I would grapple,
Not least of which concerned an apple.
I’d often laze beneath the trees
On long and balmy summer days,
And there with friends I’d shoot the breeze,
Expound ideas in many ways.
But then in lone activity
I framed the laws of gravity.
Studying mechanics, optics,
The bible and astronomy;
Also mathematics, physics,
The natural world and alchemy,
My jealous peers, they criticised
And often I was ostracized.
But I was knighted by the Queen
And my inventions gave men hope.
Stars and planets could be seen
With my reflecting telescope –
No rainbow colours to detract.
I’ve made my mark and that’s a fact !
Refuse to be a Refugee
?Would we refuse to be a refugee?
Share things between you and me;
Never will I say what's the use;
In my mind, remove the refuse.
Must become aware of the fact,
Life has things that do detract,
But God who is always willing,
Aids us and dreams are fulfilling.
Cynthia Buhain Baello can be like forsythia,
Flowering and sweet like ambrosia,
And also even much better yet,
Smile which I will never forget.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Your Honor, I Object
By Elton Camp
Lawyer Louie caters to a special clientele
Only those who are rich and guilty as hell
And, in exchange for his exorbitant fee,
Louie will make sure that they’re set free
He will use ever trick, but never go so far
That the ABA might take action to disbar
All of the prosecution’s witnesses he’ll try
To show they’re incompetent or telling a lie
When the District Attorney starts to close in,
Then Louie will “Your honor I object” begin
He objects to someone able to establish a fact
And from his client’s reputation dare detract
Louie finally found a judge as tough as nails
Who is determined to see that justice prevails
A man who, by such tactics cannot be fooled
Will speaks up and say, “Objection overruled”
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
I SUGGEST READING ALOUD TO MAKE SENSE OF THIS MESS
Eyed bean tort sins butt her might
nurse sirree rimes an pomes re site
pry Mary cull hers read an blew
numb hers wan two a tea to
Anne Singh a long width "Whet Whet Whet"
butt knot lettuce off thee alpha bet
off cause, eats plane four hugh two sea
eye no knot my aye, bee, sea
inn stead off righting poet tree
isle writer diction hairy
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I should right my wrongs here. In this piece there is not one word correctly spelled, yet they're all accepted English words. Spelling errors get right up my gut and in poetry they detract from the flavor.
MY SPELLING IS FINE
I'd been taught since but a mite
nursery rhymes and poems recite
primary colors red and blue
numbers one to eighty-two
and sing along with "Wet Wet Wet"
but not letters of the alphabet
of course it's plain for you to see
I know not my A, B, C
instead of writing poetry
I'll write a dictionary
Debbie, I know you asked for serious, bilingual poetry. I thought I'd throw this in the brew for fun. Loved your example, by the way. :)
Have you heard all the science chatter
That the future is not made of matter
I don’t mean to detract
But as a matter of fact
That all they found is ‘doesn’t matter’
It’s a matter of life and death they said
But the crux of the matter, it’s all in their head
Coz the matter at hand
‘Doesn’t matter’ can’t stand
If its nothingness, then they’d all be dead
But as a matter of course they’ll leave truth behind
Due to the future that they think they’ll find
But when their theory splatters
They’ll ask ‘what’s the matter’
Which they’ll realize in a matter of time
I was told that it’s no laughing matter
And ‘doesn’t matter’, is not antimatter
Truth can’t be sacrificed
No matter how it’s sliced
Coz mind over matter is all that matters
A view from a teaspoon selection is very spellbinding indeed. Half a cup of multicolumns and a pint of milk singing and swaying together. It takes much effort to pick up a seed. Much kilograms queuing for weight is to wait and to wait is to wave five hundred times at a doorway. Putting pet fish in a cistern whilst flushing is stupid, and cruel, and rather unnecessary for cleaning the tank. But bringing a bull into the house will promote heating. Specialized agencies of horn fur and raged eyeball in a coat. OBE in a tree. Sittingbourne sitting down. A pile of curtain cloth should be ample material to wipe away smears and residue of acidic peelings, nine metre forts of brain, televised episodes of epics, and balls of glowing colourful spinning radishes. Enter then leave. Mesmerizing merrymaking men make monsters. Mainly in a red reflection. Hum the twenty song loudly. All together. Detract no horror but horror is often hidden in even the most sparkling paper tissue. But the calling from the bead of time, that bell in the breeze. Will ensure a cake gives news that is sufficiently correct. Justification then. Good. At last the commas play with the full stops peacefully. Fantastic isn't it? Ha ha ha ho ho ho and a flow from a cactus in a nice crown. Ha ha ha but no ho ho whistling waters with wanton soup. Xxxxx anthropologist z z z z z z z z z Z!.¥~¥~¥~_^>