Best Did Poems
I was born a poet not manufactured.
It started with a heart feeling fractured.
Childhood trauma led to built up suppression,
but the soul yearned for creative expression.
For years my poems hid in secret memoirs,
but a battle with cancer left behind deep scars.
Tongue remained silent, but my muse began to pour,
through reflection and introspective candour.
Some use words as weapons to cause sorrow,
but I write to leave a legacy for tomorrow.
I have no desire for applause nor for fame,
so I express my musings using a pen name.
Each verse is written through metaphorical blood,
in hope one day my life will be understood.
Remember years ago, when you were fit
Now you can't stand too long, before you have to sit
And all the times that you ran to catch your bus
Now it just passes by and you stand and cuss.
In the days gone by you'd eat like a horse
Now when you go out it's only one course
And much smaller bites when you do eat
Because your sweet tooth has cost you your teeth.
And the beautiful body you had as a young teen
Now when you go to the beach, you hope you're not seen
And tying your laces it's hard if your tall
You have to rise slowly because you might fall.
You go up to your bed feeling alright
Chances are you'll be up in the night
Having an accident is something you dread
So you put plastic sheets all over your bed.
And your eyes are not as good as they used to be
So you have to wear glasses just so you can see
But it's not all gloom there is the odd perk
You can stay in bed later, because you don't have to work.
And you've been through life you're wiser too
When your family need advice they'll come to you
So burn the candle both ends, just have a ball
And enjoy your life until you get the call.
Written 1ST February 2018. ( POTD 2/2/2018)
For POTD Poetry contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux.
I remember receiving a comment congratulating me and I must be honest was gobsmacked to receive the honour of POTD.
From the comments I received I could see that many on soup could identify with some of the things I had mentioned in my poem.
The general feeling to sum up was ( GETTING ON IN YEARS SUCKS BIG TIME )
so we really have to make the most of what time we have left on earth.
P.S. have read your verse 'Broken People'
My Beloved,
It doesn't matter
If it is I who comes to you
or if its you who comes to me
All that matters
is to be with you
All that matters
Is to love me true
Cause I' ve loved moons
that did not glow, before
And I loved stars
that did not shine
I drew two hearts
on sun-kissed sands
One heart was washed-out
by the night ~tide.
I lit a candle in silent winds
but has been smothered
by fog and mist
A dreadful sea-foam
stole my pearled sails
and with it
each endearing bliss
My Beloved,
I do know the trade of roses
for the crimson that thorns bleed
I embraced the pang of absence
when warmed eyes were not to meet
My Beloved,
It doesn't matter
If it is I who comes to you
Or if its you who comes to me
All that matters
is to always find each other
Cause our love is meant to be.
There was something in you that magically sparkled.
A light that brightened each corner
of this world.
And when you died, that light was
snuffed out.
And no...it never returned!
I tried so many ways to make my life
a kaleidoscope of love again.
But a Mother cannot be replaced, not
even with this pen.
You hope you turn a corner, and maybe,
just maybe,she will be right there
But the soft summer breeze tells you,
Her breath and kisses are indeed, gone
forever, never again!
I am fully cognizant that not all mothers
are the same.
Many adults have shared with me, no,
they did not love their mother.
It shows in who they are, unable to
appreciate any another.
Mom loved everyone, we all her children
were.
When I walked Maria down the aisle,
wrapped was I in her mink stole.
It was like being wrapped in her arms
again, made of love, the finest of spun
gold!
8/29/2021
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I'm sorry, I just can't (T)ake it anymo(r)e.
Everything h(u)rts, (m)y life is falling a(p)art.
I should have (k)nown (i) would mess it a(ll) up from the (s)tart.
I'm (c)limbing to t(h)e roof and f(i)xing this.
My (l)ife is worthless.
I'm a (d)isappointment to my pa(ren)ts.
goodbye forever.
I Did It My Way
I did it my way, not for the applause but because,
failure was not an option and I became a rebel with a cause.
I wanted higher education and was told I couldn’t have it all,
so I had to prove them wrong even if I had to creep or crawl.
I was accused of having a stubborn streak,
just because I wasn’t mild and meek.
Challenging every obstacle placed in my way,
and all the negative things that people had to say.
In spite of all the “You can’t do that,” that I was told,
I stubbornly did it my way and confidently smashed the mold.
Marching to a different drummer and dancing to my own tunes,
I kept my eyes on the prize ignoring all the nay-saying buffoons.
To keep on track, I learned to juggle tasks knowing I wouldn’t be derailed.
To keep my ducks in a row, I learned to haggle knowing I wouldn’t fail.
With dedication and hard work, as sure as night follows day,
success was mine because I certainly did it my way!
06-07-2014
Contest: I Did It My Way
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placement: 1st
The days go by so faintly,
But the pain throbs in my heart.
I wish I could do this over,
And begin again from the start.
Words are scattered bullets,
That left my big mouthed gun.
They targeted my happiness,
And killed away the fun.
·
The echoes of the casings,
Still cling within my mind.
If I could touch Dali’s clock,
I’d repaint the hands of time.
To a time...when I was with you,
To restore all of my wrongs.
But this life replays to me,
Like a sad love song.
·
My actions are still hazy,
But the results are all too clear.
If I could cast some magic,
I’d snap my fingers to bring you here.
But life is not that easy,
We make things so hard.
What started out as easy,
Is signed with sorrow’s regards.
·
Man, I’m in a daze,
A dream I can’t wake from.
As the world moves around me,
My emotions are still numb.
As I achieve my accomplishments,
From all the things I do.
Believe me...they mean nothing,
If I can’t share them with you.
·
As you rest on your happy pillows,
I toss and turn on mine.
I have come to my conclusion,
That separation is divine.
Maybe one day you’ll return,
To color in this black and white sky.
Nothing I do...can reclaim you,
And only God knows why.
·
I’m speeding to get nowhere,
While staring in my rearview.
The road has gotten longer,
With still no signs of you.
My patience is on empty,
Burning fumes of creative wealth.
But when the rubber meets the road,
I did this to myself...
Where did my life go ?
Oh, how I would like my life back !
It seems the fabric of time has developed a crack,
and through it, I seem to be falling.
Every day, work, work keeps on calling
and my days melt, one into the other,
no time to do all I must cover.
Hours are so few
For all I have to do.
Very little to remember of this one’s day
For they are all the same.
No longer a life, no time for play !
Work, work, work is the frame
of reference, routine of little variation
is my life, sometimes a little creation.
This is where my life has gone !
Work, work, work and nothing beyond.
it has penetrated, permeated my dreams.
Work, work, work, no escape it seems ?
B. J. “A” 2
June 3rd 2012
A sword of the heavens did glean
From railings and arbors
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain
Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
left carelessly out in the rain
Our story begins
in a deep mountain valley,
a village so peaceful and free
When one day the darkness
did unsheathe its horror
with metal and death you will see
The army of Satan,
a wicked battalion,
Hell’s fire their sabers were forged
Dark Skeletal visions
in leather and armor
the depths of the earth had been gorged
With razor sharp weapons,
they slashed and delivered
such pain which had never been found
Through echoes of pleading
and lives quickly ending
in puddles, thick red on the ground
While women and children
were herded like cattle
in mass to the edge of the square
With onyx eyes leering,
midst snickers and cackles,
their captors insanely did stare
When on the horizon
a light brightly shining,
engulfing this nightmarish scene
A porcelain stallion,
its rider a shadow,
a sword of the heavens did glean
From steel hard as granite,
angelic depictions,
a handle of pure solid gold
Once heard in a fable,
when wizards were roaming
such power, the stories foretold
As swift as an arrow
he entered the village,
his steed all at one with the game
With blade silver glistened,
like lightning bolts flashing,
igniting a righteous born flame
Spinning and thrusting
as if a tornado,
a blur now incensed of the glow
With whirlwind fury
and dust clouded thunder,
he dealt them a terrible blow
The evil fueled army,
beheaded and fallen,
the villagers shouted and cheered
When to their amazement,
this heroic savior
as quick as he’d come, disappeared
So there is the story,
a sword made in heaven
is now part of history’s reign
Along with the rider
who wielded its honor,
and hopes he will come back again
9/13/18
Written for the UNSHEATH YOUR SWORD Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
At first, I wrote because I felt the need
to bare my soul in letters when away
from loved ones. Later, thoughts I had I freed
with words I used my best way to convey
emotions that I felt. Sometimes I’d write
short stories since I loved to read so much.
With drama many authors could ignite
enchantment in me with their magic touch.
Much later in my life, I took my pen
to paper, but THIS time - compelled to rhyme -
I felt new lyricism take me! Then
what had eluded me all my lifetime
revealed itself! I never did foresee
when young that one day I’d a poet be.
Aug. 30, 2022
No-one paid her attention
Like he did
Found her interesting
Like he did
Listened to and understood her
Like he did
Appreciated and protected her
Liked he did
Made her laugh
Like he did
Truly knew her
Like he did
Filled her heart and soul
Like he did
Completely and unconditionally loved her
Like he did
Left her unexpectedly forever
Like he did
Left her heart shattered
Like he did
"The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day." By Poet
Today I took a walk down the street,
and found a beautiful flower garden.
I was in awe of the "Jewel" like flowers,
some stretching their heads over the white fence.
The "Gate" was open so I went in,
the bunny heard me "Mutter" heavenly place.
A weeping willow caught the sun in a "Shadow."
Shush, did you hear that?
it is the wail of terminated babies
the cries of soldiers who did not come home
the tears running down mothers cheeks
Shush, did you hear that?
It is the crushing of a child's spirit
the bruises of a beaten wife
the sigh of falling in love
Shush, did you hear that?
it is the whimper of a hungry child at night,
the giggle of a little girl at tea time
an old man talking to his deceased wife
Shush, did you hear that?
it is the breaking of my heart when you said goodbye
the howl of the old dog when they carried his master away
the desperation of the multitudes clawing for existence
Shush, did you hear that?
it is a father's struggle to feed his family
the slow beep of the ICU monitor
Grandma humming while slowly rocking the baby
Shush, did you hear that?
it is the chilling wind sweeping across the fresh fallen snow
the shooting star on a dark summer night
the breaking of the dawn on a bright new day
Shush, did you hear that?
it is God's spirit telling me of his love
the glorious choirs of angels
and the bells of Heaven that wait for me
Contest: Shush, Did you hear that?
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
9/12/18
On either side the boarded footpath lie
Still pools in swamp with sinister reflection
Dull images and scenes of life gone by
Suggest to heart a darkness and dejection
But did you notice, let the view beguile
Where sun now lights the pines in vivid green
And winter-stripped to elegant profile
The leafless trees’ bare symmetry is seen
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The beech hedge brown and desiccated stands
Each leaf crisp dry from which all life has fled
In faded form the present aspect scanned
What chance that it may yet renew and spread
But did you notice, hid in twigs concealed
There, tiny buds await a sign to grow
Then full imbued with reborn life they’ll yield
A Spring apparel, bounteous life bestow
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The nation now divided in contention *
Each faction faces others they despise
With hatred they wish for their sole ascension
To bring on their adversary’s demise
But did you notice that we still have choice
Where freedom reigns, select our destination
In Liberty we yet may raise a voice
And speak unchained in self determination
* Choose your own ‘nation’
You’re my world, for you are everything to me.
When I awaken, Darling, do you know
how long I sometimes wait that I might see
your eyes come open? How they used to glow
with love for me! But I’ve been noticing
these days and nights that something in your eyes
is missing, and I keep remembering
the way you onced embraced me at sunrise.
What happened to the way you took my hand
and smiled at me with such warmth in your heart?
I thought there could not be a bond as grand
as what we shared. My dear, should you depart,
my world will shatter. Love can shine once more.
Hold me in your arms like you did before!
July 8, 2018 for Grens Evergreens # 4 Cilla Black Poetry Contest
Inspired by listening again to all three songs:
You've Lost that Loving Feeling, You're My World, & Anyone Who Had a Heart