Best Dilemma Poems
Looking at the pills in the palm of my hand,
Carvedilol, 3mgs.
2 pearls a day of life giving essence
or 92 ways to end the depression.
How neatly they lie in the crease of my skin
my broken lifeline peaking through them.
So white and smooth, so meek and small
it would be so easy to swallow them all.
Thoughts and sorrow fill my mind
of those I've hurt and left behind.
of pains and regrets that never end
and the pathetic life I needlessly spend.
The love I've lost is just a measure
of all of the time we spent together
but now it's too late to make amends,
it hurts too much when you loose your friends.
Looking at the pills in the palm of my hand,
Carvedilol, 3mgs.
I know what to expect as I set my resolve
The senses grow dim as the pilules dissolve.
My mind will wander and breathing will stop
as the heart beats slower and blood pressure drops.
I think of my girls, they're almost grown now,
what will they do when I'm not around?
My wife so loving and sweet when I met her,
she could have done so very much better.
Her gentle crying as she lies beside me
is but one more regret my soul belies me.
I yearn for the day when the pain goes away,
until then I will fight to keep it at bay
and hope that my selfish desire to leave
will offer to me one more day of reprieve.
Looking at the pills in the palm of my hand,
Carvedilol, 3mgs.
I think today I'll take just 2
perhaps, tomorrow, I'll know what to do.
8/27/2015
Love’s Dilemma
Happy one minute
Sad the next
Speaks volumes
To the constant
Ebb and Tide
Of what’s called
Love’s Dilemma.
When two people
Meet and fall
Deeply in love
Passions abound
Emotions afire
Whilst they bask
In true desire.
Love’s power
Can heal
Can hurt
It’s magic
May enchant
May mesmerize
And surprise!
Love’s passion
Excites us
Teases us
Reveals us
Stirs emotions
Makes us
Feel whole.
The bargain is
It takes two
To tango
To love
To want
To have
To hold.
And always
To be bold
To love—
Unconditionally
With your mind
With your heart
With your soul!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 8, 2018 (Accentual Meter)
I’m trying a new ‘see food’ diet
I’d recommend that you all try it
Any food will do
Nothing’s bad for you ...
It's no wonder my trousers don’t fit!
Written 18th February
Posted on 23rd February
In quandary I stood
Like a child
Who's lost his way.
Sockets rolling,
Eyes probing,
Two beautiful roses beckon.
Rule: Thou shall take not more that one.
Rose A,
Rose B,
Both full of love and life.
Selfish mind,
Desiring both,
Impossible wish.
Oh, nicker. Oh, nacker.
I broke my poor cracker
While putting it in my soup.
I just wanted a nibble,
But the soup had to quibble,
And thus all my plans turned to poop.
So now I'm here sittin'
A poor man quite smitten
With no other crackers to spare,
On soup that's unlawful,
So twisted and awful,
That it kills with no thought and no care.
Why can't it relate,
And learn not to hate,
My crunchy, crisp wafers of bread,
It would have much more fun
Not to mention for one,
My crackers won't all end up dead.
I suppose it’s too much
To ask soup for such
A commitment to love other food.
But till its attitude mends,
And it learns to make friends,
I believe that my crackers are screwed.
...adapted from the novel 'Mr Pye' by Mervyn Peake
Balding and sprightly, he's filled with bold dreams
to make us all happy and free.
He selects as his target a small Channel Island,
a sampling of people just like you and me.
All he wants is that folks get along
without all their disputes and fights.
He tries to bring peace to this sheltered enclave,
just by doing good deeds he can sleep nights.
He practises witchcraft to bring them together,
'if it works' are his words for the day.
A sense of humour is paramount these days
to keep those nay-sayers at bay.
In the midst of these noble endeavours
he feels discomfort that turns out
to be wings that are sprouting quite clearly,
a cause for concern there's no doubt.
It seems that his kindness has made him an angel,
the more good deeds, the bigger they grow
'til they're actually poking right out of his shirt,
my goodness, they're starting to show!
So he counters with bad deeds in hopes that they'll shrink,
indiscretions and plain bald-faced lies.
Sure enough they diminish, in fact they're all gone,
he need not prepare a disguise.
But this scheme that he's started gets odder,
there's a growth on his temples, two horns;
he's been so busy negating the good that he's done
he's turned Devil, good heavens! he's torn
between Good and Evil, just what should he do?
he's conflicted, and lies in disgrace;
he sits down to ponder which way he should turn,
it's as clear as the nose on his face!
On the horns of a moral dilemma,
he simply gives in to pure Good;
he embraces his folk, he just loves them to death,
'til his wings are full-sprouted he'll
take to the air and keep flying
as far as infinity goes,
so he bids his people a tearful farewell,
next stop for our Spirit, who knows?
Cecilia has set me a challenge – to order my favourite pud
If I can say sticky toffee pudding it would be oh so good
But I may make another error and it could come out so bad
If I said stiffy cockie pudding again it would make me oh so sad
But a thought has just occurred to me – I don’t need to use my voice
My husband can order for me, then I’ll get the pudding of my choice!
1st October 2015
Inhaled at the age of innocence,
with a breath that lies between stars,
with immortal depths that have no
ending as my lungs forever expand,
Exhalation has become unachievable,
due to the obstruction of faith
of a boy for his very first dream,
Chest heaving as a heart aches,
Is love a tree or the deepest ocean?
My breath or my reason for holding?
The questions unanswered since the
dawn of man and emotion alike,
Thus the bittersweet conclusion
appears that love equals the two,
Yet how does such beauty create
a pain that suffers from insomnia?
Expendable only to a few torn souls
who have breathed the sweet intoxication
of love, and caressed the linger of its enticing
aroma, and suffered the sting of its departure,
Leaving hearts which cannot withstand the
agony, to exhale affection for everything in
its entirety, crushing the hope of such youths,
yet this warning takes nothing from its appeal,
For to breathe love, is to touch enchantment,
As romance itself in but a breathe shared
between two spirits rewarded for persistence,
With the risk of being proven fallible,
which leads to tears and pain entwined,
Must we not embrace the risk as reward?
For those as myself, who answered "no"
are condemned to the most fragile breathing,
For each breath hurts like the last
One love, one lost, one breath in all,
Breathing her in as if she has become
the last breath of oxygen in my life,
For she has, she has become my only,
due to a choice made for the perfect love,
Yet my painful irony has become, breathing
and loving, with each one, keeping
the agony of the other alive forever
What bad luck it was to be born in this land.
A countless number of knights have stood to take a stand.
Yes, through the years, there have been very large hordes.
They all come after me with their armour and swords.
At least one guy living in that castle is a liar.
It is not true that I abduct damsels and breathe fire.
With my long green tail covered with scales,
I have been the subject of some lousy fairy tales.
There is not one solitary moment I can have for my own.
Why don’t these chivalrous clowns just leave me alone?
Personification of a dragon
Although you thought it loud to me
How unwanted I would always be
After you swept me off my feet
To only toss me to the streets
Although you cursed my truthful care
And rare faith that’s unfound here
And upon bruised my love so true
Real love that chose to care for you
You took away my smiling face
With it you took my best grimace
And was seized my laughter too
Along with it my feelings true
My heart is stressed from cursing thee
It pounds; it beats as it grows weak
My whole being hates your memories
Irony; craves your company
An outcast lost in your own heart
I weep, I wail in woman’s land
And thus has none to console me
In all this pain, that’s all but sweet
Although your eyes still comfort me
Lost in your gaze, I find relief –
Although your smile still consoles me
Rejection wakes my unbelief
When in your face I find kindness
Warmth and embrace of loveliness
Just then withdrawn, your heart and care
You seek not I, you seek one else
An empty box, a hungry hole
Has swallowed all to remain so
I despise you so much my dear
But would give all to have you near
Aggrandized hurt, and agony
Can one feel so, and keep “to breathe”?
Each time the thought, “not having thee”
Nearby enough, so I’d be free
Thief of always, beautiful curse
You make me soar, then make me fall
Eternal dream I wield awake
All yours to give, more so to take.
Dominic Amezimi
19/08/2013
"SOFTLY SENSUAL"
“Sadly, I’m in this dilemma
Cuz I wagged my tongue about,
Carelessly, without thought
Until I stretched it out!
Now look, I’m in this peril
Cuz I let my tongue go feral!
If I had spread joy and happiness
And wagged my tail instead,
I wouldn’t be in this predicament
With my tongue around my head!
Let me be a lesson to all those who see,
Do not wag your tongue around carelessly.
Otherwise, you could also, suffer the very same,
Feeling this embarrassment, feeling all this shame!”
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-08-03 All rights reserved.
If I were you, I wouldn’t walk there
Not there, behind the couch
Oh brother, it’s too late isn’t it?
Is your sock wet? I really had to go!
And the door was locked
and you were taking a nap and well…
Don’t be mad,
Look into my eyes - you KNOW I’m sorry
Yes, that’s right,
look deeply into my big brown eyes
And while I have your attention,
Please, please, oh please
Don’t look at the socks you wore yesterday
I was so nervous while you were out
Yes, that’s it, really, really nervous!
And they were here and you weren’t and…
Keep looking – look into my eyes
My very sad brown eyes
And one more thing,
besides I love, love, love you
You didn’t really mean it about withholding
my treats, did you?
You know, because of the lawn,
I had to save a bone for winter, right!
Great! Now that we’ve cleared that up,
I’m gonna let you go, my eyes are tired and
I need a nap.
Mind wondering from here to there
Thoughts of what is and is not
Is a person better to stay here on earth
With family that is going on into their own world
OR
Reaching up and praying to be with loved ones
Who are waiting for you at heaven's gate
Mind wondering from here to there
Thoughts of what is and is not
Entry: A Dilemma Contest
Sponsor: Joe Flach
Honorable Mention
A priest chanced to see a beautiful nun
With her, he wanted to have ‘real’ fun
He looked left and right
Saw no one in sight
But thought what he could do at eighty one
April.29.2023
~ Placed Third~
A Funny or Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Syllable Count- 10,10, 5, 5, 10 (HMS)
Your pen is poised, eager to create
The paper lays ready, it can’t wait
Searching your mind for inspiration
Emotion soars with anticipation…
Looking around, you search for a spark
You hear the sweet singing of a lark
Out your window, squirrels are playing
And leaves flutter on branches swaying…
The smell of coffee, a breakfast scone
An urge to write like you’ve never known
As you sit quietly in your soft chair
There must be inspiration somewhere…
Coffees gone, and no more muffin
Alas, I’ll admit… “I got nothin’”