Best Doable Poems
Feeling peaceful, in thought rested silence
Head-heart melded, with love in alliance
Ushers miracles, felt as bliss tingles
Force toroidal, caress amiable
Nestled in divine entwined dalliance
Breathing softly, aligned with our conscience
Spirit soars high, dance of exuberance
Love alone remains, life becomes simple
Feeling peaceful
Earth life dalliance, blissful divine dance
Erect is our stance, heart-mind in balance
Dweller of void, cognition spherical
God enables, all becomes doable
Open arm embrace, in joyous parlance
Feeling peaceful
17-May-2021
What brings you peace poetry contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
doable, joy, peace,
Form:
Rondeau
The bright orange rugby shirt I had,
When I was fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and seventeen,
Was my trophy and my pride and joy,
Never to be deprived of me,
Even if I complained to my parents or to their friend,
To have been seen to be a boy too much,
Or, in other words, mistaken as a superior person,
With other sociology to fulfil all my wishes.
I was just assertive and intelligent and all that,
A fashion icon, an example to others,
To disabled people or to church young persons,
Who were both the same to me, like each other;
They just wanted to fit into society,
To mark their case for more wheelchair rights,
Or in order to state their reason for believing in god.
I had my identity, my beliefs, and my role models,
Listened to them in respect, with amorosity:
I knew what I wanted to do in life,
And my goals were of course reasonable,
Because they could be achieved no problem, abstractly.
But that was it, and there it was,
Objectively everything sounded fine,
Doable, but what you thought about it,
The practicalities weighed you down,
Taught the string which so dangled entertainingly,
As a condition that was more of a pleasure,
To make, to work out such that your desires happened.
So my bright rugby shirt said it all really,
That I should have my desires and goals,
That I should be met and facilitated in life,
And not my parents or those church leaders,
That I was supposed to follow.
I did not ever have to state my case beforehand,
Before the meetings about my future and care needs,
Because everyone knew I was an atheist,
Able with expression and communication,
Able with much trust for other people.
I was in Germany once with my parents,
Dressed as usual in the clothes that I like,
Without hesitation, care or timidity;
My jumper may not have been bright orange,
But it was still colourful enough to attract attention.
So my parents were embarrassed, particularly my dad,
Who was a war veteran true and sensitive,
And so from then on we hid inside shops,
And even stayed longer in restaurants,
Because all the wheelchair spaces for the cafés,
Were outside those cafés at tables on the pavement;
So we shopped, visited the toilet more, went to museums,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
Categories:
doable, fashion, hero, history, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Is life all that and a bag of chips?
It is if He is the One who gives it to you
He can change your moods in an instant
It's like the weather
Come back in an hour
It may be sunny then lol
Do you believe things can stay constant?
Yeah
If He says so
And it depends on what you meant "constant"
If you meant "constant" as in not change
Then it's a no can't do
If you meant "constant" as in always right with God
Then it's a doable one
But God has to be the one who gives it to you
You can't have anything if He does not say, allowed
I have to constantly ask God for things
Do I just think of it
Or God puts that in me?
I believe that God directs your steps
You can be right or you can be wrong
But if you walk in the spirit
You will know your way - His way
I talk too much already
All that means nothing
if He does not give it to you
Oh yeah
Everything
Categories:
doable, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Fueled by alcoholic self-will run riot,
Thoughts full of blame and defiance,
Resentment, self-pity, lies and shame,
Relief demands psychic change.
Twelve steps suggested be taken,
Acute withdrawal and body shaking.
Admitting powerlessness is no disgrace
For transformation by God’s grace.
Change is painful and not easy,
Many meetings and even therapy.
Process of cleansing and renewal,
Thinking change appears doable
Mind slowly less chaotic and loud.
Worry and excuses not allowed.
Memories hold less pain and torture.
Rarely overwhelm or cause disorder.
Things yet to come, what might have been,
Faith stops them from wandering back in.
Restless, discontented, irritable feelings,
Less annoying with prayer and healing.
Moral inventories of character defects
Lead to actions that bring self-respect.
Good intentions never meant to be,
All are replaced with honesty.
Seeing certain people cause feelings intense,
past relationships that never stood a chance.
Everywhere possible - still making amends,
cleaning up the past to the best one can
Praying each day for willingness and strength
to do what needs to be and go to any lengths.
Living life guided by these basic principles,
changes thinking and that is a miracle.
Written 12-17-2015
Categories:
doable, addiction, change, conflict, drink,
Form:
Quatrain
They call me Mr. Quick Fix.
I’m everywhere, in every school.
Over 400,000 of me in classrooms across the country.
Yet there’s minimal data on my effectiveness.
For this reason, among others, some call me Mr. Quagmire.
Here I am, the “least qualified, lowest paid” providing the “bulk of instruction.”
On top of that, I am rarely supervised, barely trained, and minimally vetted
While at the same time considered the “first, primary, and…only support response” for the student .
My student’s father calls me Mr. Godsend.
Distrusting of the school staff, I am his child’s protector
From any negative judgement bestowed upon the child by peer or adult.
The direct pipeline of communication often goes through me,
Not the head teacher, who sometimes refers to me as Mr. Why Didn’t You Tell Us That Earlier?
Some even call me Mr. Anything. Or Mr. Wing-It.
One day I may work with small groups beyond my assigned student.
Other days I’m creating lesson plans with no oversight.
I try not to question these practices, or lack of policy and procedures with regards to my role.
Everyday is a bit of chaos, and I’m just trying to make it a doable day like everyone else,
Helping wherever I can, however I can.
That’s my job, right? Right?
Categories:
doable, education,
Form:
Free verse
Thank ye immensely devoted sister Shari
for availing Shana Aubrey
an expansive plethora of blessedly
extravagant opportunities
wherein here anatomical fist-sized noggin i.e. grey
matter sponging up - less doable from me
the biological father, who validates
your doting, helping, kickstarting,
et cetera I clamor to see!
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Matthew Scott Harris Born January 13th, 1959
I shake my shaggy hirsute hair
in utter disbelief, when the cocked arrow
begat thine conception,
when meal ate mum and octogenarian papa
begat their second offspring and only son,
what now seems to be a stepped-up pace,
where father time
doth affix another candle to blow
where the passage of life now measured
in swiftly tailored decades
denoting another birthday,
when in the blink of an eye,
I vividly recall crow
wing like a Lil whippersnapper of a boy
leisurely playing monopoly
for make-believe dough...
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nothing ranks as the greatest gift
since being a father twenty-one years ago
then bearing witness to grow
increasing autonomy
of my two precious daughters
whereby each will become master
of their domain, and meet a loving beau
(actually thy eldest dates
a delightful young man
from Puerto Re Coe),
whom intuition discerns would be
a near perfect match –
and this papa intuits dough
nuts to dollars – that such an
em man hint gentle, humble,
intelligent lad – doth hoe
pa fully become the future groom
of said firstborn, (which outcome I know
wing couched in a couple of poems
sent his way, and no doubt his smarts lo'
and behold revealed the slightly obscure wish),
where love doth most obviously abound mo'
then prevailed between myself and bride o'
mine these last deuce score
plus (21+) years, but now this Poe
whit aspires to recognize the worthiness of she,
whose chose thyself as a lifetime
groom cuz peaceful status quo
avoiding animosity –
as thyself and spouse gently row
merrily...merrily...merrily
our once quite rickety craft
which oft times in the past needed a tow
off the craggy shoals of constant woe.
Categories:
doable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Elegy
Achievable
If your parents are corrupt public officials
Attainable
If you embezzle some public funds
Acceptable
If tis what your parents do
Doable
If you run a pretend NGO and divert the funds
Reachable
If you warm the beds of some well-placed fellows
Probable
If you have very generous relatives in the diaspora
Possible
If you are exceptionally optimistic by nature
Categories:
doable, life,
Form:
Light Verse
a prayer moves me
movement now feels doable
God now has it all....
Categories:
doable, god, how i feel,
Form:
Haiku
THE LAST NEGOTIATIONS
The child that I was – Never believed in death-
Loving life so much that I cud not conceive of it.
Time – states of minds- growth-maturation
New realizations, that interfered with my own
Understanding of, life death and purpose.
Collecting bits of earth- I loved her
Wanted to hold on to whatever came from her.
Butterflies, fire flies-lady bugs and praying mantis.
Geology was my solace.
The sun kept my “pet rocks”
Warm for me –
Unlike the trees, Moon, and Stars,
I could hold on to them.
Rocks, stones, and driftwood and the like- All
Had the formation and the beauty
That drew me in as if it had a personality.
I loved them, and knew they each had a story-
Unlike living pets, I also knew my rocks would never die.
I had grown up to find that the deal I made with God.
{To never let me die}, was neither, doable, nor had the Bargain
Been sealed on the other end.
I have seen people suffer and grow old.
Therefore, I have made a new deal, asking God.
” Please do not let me grow old”
with incontinence and feebleness;
Afraid while moving towards my
impermanence my mind may tell me to;
Seasoning my food with cleansing powered instead of salt.
Once I never wanted to grow old-
Once, I longed to stay upon on the earth forever:
With the promise of the unknown heaven as a reward,
I still opted to stay.
Today I have Different eyes, think different ways.
I have made a new deal with my creator,
Which is: “Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my breath to take. I pray
my kept soul be set free,
and my loved ones to keep,
Come gently and swiftly
I speak the uttered lines.
To fit my worth- Not so eager to
remain on earth anymore.
No longer is the earth my turf.
Not the version prayed for as a child.
Let me Die peacefully in my sleep.
Bury my Ashes in the Black sand,
Cover me with beautiful Stones.
Until I take root and grow something
healing from my rich soot.
Greater now is my faithfulness.
For I no longer fear death.,
But fear what has become of this earth.
I want no turmoil to spoil my peaceful transition.
Categories:
doable, blessing, death, earth day,
Form:
Verse
Few Drops from the sky
Like to join a stream
May trickle down the earth
Or vanish in thin air
The journey of life
Know not where you land
Think not of the end
You may never begin
Dream to reach where
You want to end
Take the path
Fear not where you begin
I wish to be that drop
Herald the onset of rain
Seek not any gains
Soothe other’s inner pains
If not reach the goal I choose
I will be the road
Make doable for others
To reach my end
Categories:
doable, hope, inspirational, life
Form:
Quatrain
Surviving the Venal
by Odin Roark
As we peer into the future
As far as we dare see
There glides effortlessly down entitlement throats
The six o’clock cocktails of gin and vodka
While cups of water appease
Shrunken stomachs in desperation
As after dinner snifters of brandy
Flame amidst knavish whispers of next-day scheming
Prosperity’s throw-aways
Boil tea above dwindling Sterno
Identity’s loss struggles to stay warm
Evenings of silk and down covered comfort
Remain the usual
As cardboard insulation is adjusted
Making another night doable
For the other kind of usual
Tomorrow’s few who can make a difference
Seldom venture past their pitiful hubris
Their custom suits and handmade shoes
Grabbing news hour attention
While the needy languish
Through another empty-dish dinner hour
So goes Washington’s plague of indifference
That place where
Diseases are but for profit
Reality’s ravenous-cries fall on deaf ears
And legislative conscience continues making gestures
Wanting us to believe they’re human
Food stamps for subsistence
May never visit the Hill’s automatons of human representation
Yet we can hope that another kind of hunger for survival
Will ravage their psyche
Come re-election time
Categories:
doable, health,
Form:
Free verse
#"I get it! I get it!"
But, However, Nonetheless...
ONE MUST EARN ONE'S LEARN.
Then and only then, is WHEN...
ONE DOES (YOU & I) "TRULY GOT IT!"
ACTIONS DEMONSTRATED...
TRIALS, ERRORS, DROP THE BALL, PICK UP THE BALL, REVIEW THE RECALL,
"DO NOT STALL!"
RISE, FALL...RISE, HIGER...WISER! BRIGHTER! BOLDER! BEYOND BETTER! YOU'VE "EARNED YOUR LEARN"
AS A GO-GETTER~~~~~
NO LONGER A WORRIED FRETTER!
"TIC-TOCK, LIFE AND CLOCK"
WHEN WE KNOW OUR CAPABILITIES...
"I get it"
WHEN WE SHOW OUR CAPABILITIES...
"I'VE GOT IT" "LOCKED IT" "SUPERBLY ROCKED IT" "NO LONGER BLOCKED IT" ANY *LESSONS* NECESSARY TO RECEIVE THE *BLESSINGS* OF WHAT WILL COME...
BEFORE IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE.
{DOABLE PROVABLE ONE...AND THEN SOME!~}
Get it? "Don't forget it!"
IT'S KNOWN, IF SHOWN...
that we understand, One's GOT it...
NEVER STOP TAKING YOUR SHOT AT IT!
JAY-Z has a song: "SHOW EM' WHAT YOU'VE *GOT* BABY!"
WE WON'T KNOW...UNLESS YOU SHOW!!!
GO~~~~~GROW!!!!*****GLOW*****
ISN'T THAT WHAT WE'RE HERE FOR?
TO BLOSSOM RENEWABLE AND CONTINOUSLY FROM OUR DEPTH AND CORE...
HEAR THAT,
"FRAN & STAN...YOU TOO, DAN & NAN"
UNDERSTAND?
{SMILE & CLARITY}
MOST DEFINITELY AND UNQUESTIONABLY...
TAKE YOUR NEXT LEAP, GET OUT THE SHALLOW AND DIVE DEEP...
MOVINGS AND GROOVINGS, DESIRED DOINGS,
NOT TO MISS...
UNDERSTOOD, (SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA) VERSUS *DID* *DO* *DONE* {SMILE}
"GOT THIS! ! !~"#
©Renee D. Gross (GHPPR) May 9, 2023#
Categories:
doable, anxiety, confidence, creation, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
.
There’s an urgent
Need To collar
A Device. Humans
In politics In boardrooms
A Wearable Necktie
With Microchip
To sense lies
and beep
Is easy
doable.
Dress code
New Formal
A lie detector
It shall Sense
Nerve signals
& temperature
Breath pattern
Physiology etc.
Any aberration
Slightest twitch
Instrument will
Flash and Beep
No Deception In
The New Formal
This we just need
Serious not funny
Make it mandatory
For Accountability
At the highest level
Politics- Commerce
A fool- proof device
Is a billion collar plan
Shall Save The World
From Men in Authority
From Corrupt Humans’
Lies and Deception
A Mandatory
Wear
In New Normal
Categories:
doable, analogy,
Form:
Concrete
Sand dunes are licking wounds desert looms through veil
Kites are awry from faster lane and clouds are in dovetail
Gods are playing wobble doable morning glory go
Bodies swoosh a push a rush, a sash falls in a glow
Fire crackles, the hearth of heaven, drops dew the earth
Gods of winds slosh through the creek in the pang of birth
Drip Drip Drip Slush Slush Slush splosh about in blobs
They throw the curlicues in blue and eat the hails in globs
Babies go to sleep and their mothers go to pray
Gods of winds spread their wings in a divine sway
Pas de deux pas de trois angel babies and girls
Moisten hands clip their bands and fit out cloud curls
Earth smiles in the east the morning comes again
Gods of winds calm their swings over the Mary’s glen
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
10 DECEMBER, 2014
Categories:
doable, earth, god, wind,
Form:
Sonnet
6/5/22
In the distance a faint light
Paying my respects at a gravesite
During the day light
And the late night
Humans always got something to say right?
Endlessly they fight
Me against them, it's like an orca verse a great white
I'll finish it with a poisonous snakebite
Then take flight
Did it all while hidden or in plain sight
People becoming more delusional
Another funeral
This shouldn't become common or usual
Through another crucible
Difficult but doable
With the help of several consumables
No hesitation in being the wagon driver
A serious analyzer
For the group I ordered several appetizers
Often wearing black attire
Nearly always I have a lighter
Easily I'll catch a tiger
I laugh at liars
Then offer them a pacifier
If it all turns south, then I hit them with rapid fire
What's up with all these antagonizers?
what happened prior
For the time being I'm going to dance in fire
Now we got a man on fire
Like I got hit with dragon fire
More than luck is what it entailed
Thinking it's just stuff of fables
Always they try to throw it under the table
No need to save it for another tale
From here to Southern Wales
At times me and my Brother failed
Moved on, found a newly discovered trail
Saw animals with different colored scales
Then a sarcophagus instead of a coffin shut with nails
So close to the edge
Here we go again
Gave up or want people to notice them
Categories:
doable, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme