Best Doesn Poems
Okay we've all cracked the funnies
Joked about what's gone and what's still there.
How everything sags or wilts
Doesn' t work or is in a state of disrepair.
How we're crumbling or fumbling.
Who's deaf? you're mumbling.
How we're gummy or losing our hair-
So what !
Inside we're young and attractive still very active,
Lively, energetic though bent and arthritic-
So what !
Inside we're lustful and exciting,warm and inviting,
Charming, alluring though wrinkles are occuring-
So what !
Inside we're strong and dependable not expendable
Though memory's not reliable and body not so pliable-
So what !
Inside we're funny and witty don't need anyone's pity,
Treat life playfully and are growing old ' disgracefully '
And yes
WE'RE ENTITLED, so why should we care
Because inside we're the person we always were....
Old who's old? Age is only going on out there
Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~
Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be here this year.
It doesn' t matter too much,
because I don't have a chimney or a holly tree to leave the presents.
I'm strolling with my friend,
a bullfinch that joined me
scared and injured.
I named him "Rocky" because he is strong.
Now he can fly and go,
I wish I was him and I could fly too.
But Rocky doesn't want to leave me, he stays on my arm.
On one hand, I'm sad for him,
but on the other hand I'm happy to have him with me.
Am I selfish?, maybe yes.
Tonight we found a refuge
to stay in. We both have mixed feelings, we both are scratching, we both wonder if God forgot about us.
We only have a pretzel to share for eating and making it last as much as we can.
We try to sleep with the noise,
I did it for a while, my dear friend is huddle to me.
When I opened my eyes, a soldier was in front of us,
he smiled to me, I didn't know what was happening, he just hug me and took us from the refuge.
He talked to me quietly and explained where I was going to go.
Really?- I was jumping allover with my "Rocky".
My dear Rocky, we both go to another country. I have feelings encountered, but It's the hopeful door to take.
That soldier is taking us to the airport, he brought lots of pretzles for us to eat and many other gifts we didn't expected.
My dear "Rocky" will we have wings enough to be happy?
You say yes and so do I,
We have an open door to go out from the worst, we will fly for freedom.
Every step you take
Every app that counts it
Turns to CYBER COURT
For SHOES produce microplastics
They end up washed by the water of rain
Into the very OCEAN
What is your pain compared to pain of the MAIN
Mass of unneeded morons
Delusions they live in of value
Themselves they do value too much
And FOOTPRINT they live in this shell view
Does render their lives DEAD as such
They are reinforced to be buying
The products produced by producer
And here is our GOVERNMENT
ALLAH is the great reducer
Not every religion is valid
Who are you to say who I AM
Humans shall really be dying
Point of this episteme
Logic is lost in their matters
Politics, courts and the tech
If you would fetch friend of mine the the Cyber
What would ???really would FETCH
Sure you ain't dog of robotics
Sure not the pervert as them
Not the control freak, psychiatrist
Perhaps you are better than S.T.E.M.
What if this great the commander
Really for Cyber commands
What if they way you're living
Doesn;t want giving you chance
What if you doesn;'t deserve it
Grammar distorted for means
What idf in this real system
Not those but these are you sins
Used to the stupid doctrine
Of the religious frauds
This is just me and wild horse
I am walking
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Alongside
Trods
Inspired by a poem by Ogen Nash A TALE OF THE THIRTHEENTH FLOOR
THE POLICE
and some else geniouses of the ConNTEMPORARY
Do dreams come true?
Certain as the sea is blue
I know that somewhere grass is greener
Lands that sleep brings ever nearer
Where rainbows sail across the sky
Just follow them and hope to find
A pot of gold, full, overflowing
With galleons and silver pieces
Good wishes, butterfly kisses
And I will dip my hand inside
To take for me all of what´s mine
But then I wake and it all fades
In light of stark reality
Where everyone and everything
Is so much more intimidating
And every choice, move or decision
Seems like a be all end all mission
So when it comes to push or shove
Moment of truth, ready or not
Will I fall or will I fly?
Will I even dare to try?
To grasp these thoughts and make them real
For they all say don´t think just feel
If you want it then just take it
Neat and simple
Like a dimple
Doesn´t seem so complicated
And still yet I hesitated
It is somewhat paralyzing
All this nonstop analyzing
Evaluating calculating
Listing all the pros and cons
And thousand possible outcomes
Mind keeps spinning round and round
And when it stops what will be found?
I´ll never know with time enough
Doubtlessly hindsight´s the stuff
It makes me yearn and moan if only
This or that I´d not be lonely
So wait not waste not
Seize the day, take a chance
The dawn may change the circumstance
For better or worse
Whatever the course
Just do it, close my eyes and jump
Have faith I will survive sans bumps
And though the landing likely won´t be
Exactly like I pictured it
That doesn´t mean the choice was wrong
‘Cause when all is said and done
I´ll still look back with satisfaction
For I had the strength and gumption
To risk it all, answer the call
To take control
I took the hits
And it was worth it!
Autumnal Light.
Softly they walk on a day in October the old man
and sunlight amongst ageless olive trees planted
when his great grandfather was young.
On the track there is mark of hooves from flocks
of sheep that walk here daily on their way home
after grazing on the upland.
Bits of fleece on thorny bushes, black pellets
and the pungent aroma of the wooly backed
still lingers…
He sees the old cottage the roof has fallen
in and bushes grow through its floor, but
he doesn´t stop, it was all so long ago.
Light is fading wants to turn in, time to go
home for him too, autumn evenings are chilly,
and damp, no good for his chest.
Oh, my Beloved Africa
Why are you always so behind time
Why is it that the world always has to be miles ahead
For you to follow in the trail of dust they leave behind
Oh, my Beloved Motherland
Why is it that these sons and daughters of yours
Are always so eager to get up and leave
Why is it that you always only get to keep
...those whose thoughts are to beg and keep the obsolete
...of history from the worlds abroad
...which have nothing better than the makings of thee
Oh, Africa my Beloved
Even I sometimes get the urge to just get up and leave
But so strong is my love for thee
For it always anchors my spirit, here to be
Perhaps if you and I were to form an alliance
We would prove to the others
That indeed, even in Paradise dreams can still be achieved
We can prove to them that on the canvas of life
Anyone can paint whatever his heart may like
For it isn?t life that matters
But the reality of what you make of the opportunities it offers
Oh, Africa you truly are my deepest love
For you, in my heart is nothing but pride
But there is just one teeny-weeny bit of help I need
Please speak to Mother Nature for me
And ask her gently to lend me her scriptures of life
So I may peruse through to see if I can find some answers I seek
For I feel inclined to believe
She has a lot more acumen to offer
Than of the realities that graces the ordinary minds
Of her intelligence, I wish to spread to the extents it may prevail
So in speaking to her on my behalf
Please ensure to make clear of my selfless intents
So she may keep sealed from me the pages whose secrets she doesn?t wish
revealed
Oh, My Beloved Mama Africa
You truly are such a Great Mama
You have seen it all in time,
...and even beyond my time you will still continue to see it all as time strides
Truly, in me your roots run deep
For your were still here, when more than a thousand years back
...plans to have me alive were hatched
Son after father after grandfather after great grandfather
...after an endless series of other greater grandfathers in time
So why should I abandon thee when it?s finally time for me live
Just to show you gratitude for having me
...this life I live I shall on behalf of all before me dedicate to the benefit of thee
ICKY, SUCKY, YUCKY
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wheezing, sneezing; allergy in my throat
darn green mucus pasted in my hair,
steroids tumbling down on chest
and “no- bath -for -days” anywhere!
mites and dust in rinsed fingernails
fever flushing through these dead toes,
and whacking sinus drips much yuckier
floating from my from dry , red nose!
emergency rooms now daily visits for me
oxygen masks, x-rays and tests for clean piss ,
yipers, my new honey's coming around to check
this surely sucks, don’t wanna be kissed!!
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The Romantic Legend
The lord of the manor near the coast of Algarve,
Behind the manor a forested valley where
Packs of frightful wolves roamed.
A day when his youngest daughter who was a bit
Odd-as she took no interest in suitors- went to
The glade to pick flowers, she met a he wolf.
Not afraid she petted the good animal and his
Eyes she discovered love that asked for nothing
And had nothing to give but love itself.
The daughter when doing needle work had stung
Herself and there was a drop of blood on her
Index finger, which the wolf lovingly licked away.
A miracle happen the girl turned into a sleek,
Wonderful she wolf with silky black and tan fur.
Their union was complete and love rewarded.
The pair found a cave in the deepest forest
Where they lived happily for many years until
The he wolf was killed by a bigger animal.
The spell was broken and she was now an old
woman, alone and scared, where love´s light
had shone there was fearful darkness.
There was a knock on the manor´s oak door,
An elderly woman claimed she was the daughter
Of the house but, she was not believed.
It was a rainy night and when the door opened
Next morning the servants found a young girl
With glade flowers in her folded dead hands.
What sorrow, what grief, but she wore a smile
“Vale de lobo” the forest doesn´t exist anymore
And a paradise of love is lost to a legend.
PS “Lobo” wolf.
Morocco say my Ameriscam passport
blue eyed, blond hair and a smile
I pass any doors no questions asked.
If need be I shove the French one
the address Lafayette avenue can I be more clear
of my intention of love thy neighbor the world is small.
The dog in tow, I left the cat behind as she doesn''t like to travel
the venture of explanation to look at a sunset from a different view
as tomorrow the sun will rise no matter what.
large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand
parked together like defenseless tadpoles,
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats
who love the companionship
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics
and assorted beasts of the mind
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.
If only u could hold on to the sun in the rain!!!!!
U,d know that ya sunshine would never be demed again!!!
"So if ya light is too bright for certain individuals
sight!!!"Advise them to hold on to their sun!!!
For darkness doesn,t last 4ever, have faith in "ya light" to come!!!!
Then when they look their self in the mirror they can
say!!!!"I,m no longer a HATER...The light shining on me today..
And I will dance around freely basking in the sun...
Cause the darkness has failed an my light has finally won ...
Leaving me envyless with pride in who I am!!!, Not who I wish i could become
Sayings
In a country of
Bald people
The wig maker is
The king
If throwing a stone
At the moon
That floats on
The surface a lake
You will shatter
A beautiful image
And ask
What the hell did
I do this for?
Motherhood
Even if female
Crocodiles
Are good mother
It doesn´t make them
More cuddly
The Storm
A big storm is hitting the eastern seaboard of North America,
it has just hit Cuba and other little island; fifty people killed,
but we didn´t get an intensive coverage as we get now.
By all means it is an immense storm and no doubt America feels
it doesn´t deserve this and there is no one to drones to attack
for this onslaught on Americas’ soil. Yes, we can build walls we
can built fortresses in the hope of being safe from the world,
but in the eye of a storm by nature or a storm caused by lack of
justice and freedom, the storm will be equally furious those
storms will, if we are lucky, clean our corrupt social system,
we call democracy- a practice that gives the right of the rich to
exploit the poor and obscenely try to make the neediest enjoy
slavery of being consumers, where going to the mall is highlight
of the week… Meanwhile the storm blows and if two tramps would
be killed or two seamen drown, every TV channel in the world will
record their demise and there will be a charity in their name;
“we shall not forget their suffering.” But as water retreats and
hamburger joints opens- The past, in our world, has no memory,
it is about mustard or ketchup; and it is quite easy really,
the red little bag is tomato ketchup and the yellow bag is mustard.
Sidewalks are broken
Weeds grow through the cracks
The people that use them are like the sidewalks,
broken and worn down
They have names like Turkey, Louie the Bum,
The Sandman
No one knows their real names
They call me Kid
You see, no one cares
All they care about is survival,
the next minute, then the minute after that
And so it goes
This is my school, for life
In these alleys, on these sidewalks
Where no one can tell if the garbage man came
Where grey is black and black is death
Where rainbows are neon and books are wriiten on stone walls,
in paint
It's where you can get knifed for a nickel
And die for seeing things you shouldn't see
It's another world
It's where those that had come to die
And those already here feed on them until they do
How is it no one sees?
Are they all.. blind?
They created this place
This filthy space between us and them
You'll find no advertisements for whiskey in their suburbs
Just manicured grass
They look and say
" Look at them.What's wrong with them?Don't they know any better?"
As if we chose to be born in hell
Sure..
This is the first place I'd pick
Bad schools, broken windows, no jobs
But hey...their sign says Buy Whiskey
Fools!
How little they see
How little they know
In their world pain is a commodity to be sold by drugstores
Their world would be over if someone turned down a dinner date
Their lives would be over if they were ignored
They would see their lives crumbling
I laugh
We were born in crumbling
If someone leaves us it's because they're dead
Either shot or stabbed, one to many needles in the arm
It doesn' matter...no one cares
Those that aren't here seem blind
My day is now over and I must be aware
I might trip and fall, scratch my knees
Would anyone have a band aid?
Do you know where I could find one?
Do you even care?
The Fly
A fly is buzzing about in the backyard, it sounds like
a small plane lost in the wilderness of space, finally it
skids and lands on the green lid of the cistern.
The pilot of the plane must find a landing place as it
Is dark and he doesn´t know where he is. A mountain
suddenly appears in front of him, banks and just clear
the top. On the other side a valley and he sees what
appears to be a landing strip, it is not but a dirt road.
It is a bumpy landing the plane breaks a wing and comes
to a stop on its side. Quickly the pilot gets out, just
in case of fire, he lights a cigarette and think of how
lucky he has been. Throws the stub of the cigarette to
the ground…explosion. I kill the fly with a rolled up
newspaper…no survivors.