Best Done Poems
Dear humans, do you read me, I live in space,
Merely a being, sent by God, I'm all over the place.
I circle the world, live among debris,
You leave behind, you ruined your planet,
Now you want to go to Mars, so that you can
Pollute that planet in a few thousand years,
I have shed enough tears,
A millennium has gone by, and yet my fears,
Are much the same, not only the land you destroy,
But what of your beautiful oceans, you have caused
Global destruction, ice is melting, oceans rising
Lands worldwide are drowning, farms are flooding,
Mudslides send houses into never-never land,
We must do something, you all say the same,
Well do it.
Have you absolutely lost your sanity,
Your complete mentality in irreversible totality,
First think of your ocean life, ban plastic bags,
Deforestation must stop, this must be immediate
All trees are life giving, sustaining an all encompassing
Balance, animals lose their forests and move into
Suburbs, confused, looking for food.
You overpopulate,
Why three or four children, be grateful have one
Others so sad, as they have none.
Unemployment on the rise,
The poor have no chance of winning first prize.
You have brought about division between
Colors, creeds and nations, stop it, we are all
Brothers and sisters, please help the poor
Who come to ask for food at your door
Disparity of wealth crazy, billionaires now more
Than before, whilst the poor live under bridges
Or scavenge in garbage, shame on us, shame on us,
Shame on our governments, access to water is
Humanitarian, all should have access.
I therefore beseech you to do the right thing, be kind,
Be mindful, allow love to seep into your heart,
Don't risk becoming an inevitable mortal fatality,
Nurture your planets ozone deficiency, begin,
with healing your unhinged mental capacity
The beginning starts with you,
But of course, that you knew.
"A Woman's Work Is Never Done",
a phrase that's often heard.
There's a lot of truth that's hidden,
just in those few words.
She has to cook and clean the house
and get her youngsters off to school.
She does the laundry and the shopping
and teaches kids the "Golden Rule".
She drives them to the movies
and attends their school events.
She satisfies her husbands needs,
her life is real intense!
She asks for little in return,
she just does what must be done.
She feels it's all the woman's job,
and sometimes, it's even fun!
So kudos to those women.
Let's stand and give a toast.
They accomplish all these many tasks,
for the folks that they love most.
Next time the phrase is uttered,
"A Woman's Work Is Never Done",
pray that God will bless them all,
each and every one!
Many thanks to all you ladies.
God bless each and everyone of you.
Whispers of sunset
Carry on wings of evening birds
Rising moon awaits wolfs’ howls
Sundown serenade
Crickets chant their scratchy song
Hooting gallery comprised of owls
Phantoms awaken
Stalkers prowl ‘neath opera stages
Graveyards welcome spectral spirits
Points of light
Stars glisten in darkening sky
Street lamps guide travelers home
Fireplace crackles
Kindling ignites thick trunks of oak
Welcome warmth fills country homes
Toasts of wine
Lovers enjoy a fireside embrace
Candlelit shadows dance on walls
Grandma rocks
Old chair creaks on hardwood floors
Children gather for bedtime tales
Stillness follows
Consciousness retreats to dreamland
Tooth fairies and sandmen emerge
I'll ride with you awhile, my friend
Until the wind turns cold.
I'm not as young as I once was -
Just feelin' kinda old.
I used to ride straight to the storm -
"Weather be damned", I'd say.
I'd yell an' cuss at wind unseen
An' ride 'til end of day.
I'd swagger up to Shorty's bar -
Half froze an' frostbit too.
I'd drink my fill then drink some more,
When other men were through.
I had my pick of fair haired gals,
But never found that one
Who'd make me quit and settle down
An' say, "This cowboy's done".
So I wore out a hoss or two,
An' broke bones here an' there.
Rode from the Red to Rio Grande,
But never stayed nowhere.
For now I'm proud to ride with you
Until the wind turns cold.
An' then you're on your own my friend -
My tales have all been told
April 1, 2016
The older I get the better I like the idea that"there's nothing I can do about it now" and I put that poetically in this Cowboy poem.
(Coming Back Home)
Crimson sunsets trickled beyond the moor
Opulence of one’s youth a mindset forever stays,
Miracle of homely birthplace the lure
Inspired by non-forgotten special days.
Neon lights above the door lost their glitter
Garish gowns grew tired torn and tatty,
Bothersome marriage a divorce turned bitter
Asylum that sends a sane person batty.
Calling out aloud in hope a childhood listens
Kindred spirit says let the passing of time begin,
Heart and mind to put behind all that glistens
Oh, and the carousel of show biz and the spin.
Memories are many so are the steps to climb
Epic journey the apex or slippery slope for a dime.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Those good deeds can be done by all,
By young or old, by short or tall.
A smile may be the very thing
That makes a shriven heart to sing.
A tender hearted, richer man
Who writes a check because he can
Is no more blessed than is the one
Whom a much smaller deed has done.
An arm to help across the street,
A meal for homeless man to eat.
His faith in humankind restore
With food for lost dog at your door.
“The poor is with us”, Jesus said,
“In need of food, a home, a bed.”
You will find there's nothing to it.
Just see a need and then go do it.
My alarm clock was set to go off at eight
When I lurched out of bed oh heck I was late
Forgot to move on the clock for an hour
I was late for work – no time for a shower
I dashed to get dressed at the speed of light
My son was laughing - he could see my plight
I ran to the bathroom to clean my teeth and face
My car keys were hiding, not in their usual place
Ran to the car in my receptionist attire
To my horror I found I had a flat tyre
Got out the jack and changed the spare wheel
Jumped in the car how the tyres did squeal
Drove to the office into the parking lot
But why it was empty – oh no I forgot….
Bank holiday the first week of May
BOTHERATION was all I could say
Drove home slowly, just like a snail
Just in time to open the mail
Then I did:
The washing and ironing,
cleaning and cooking,
(had a few chocolates when no one was looking)
the weeding and hoeing,
planted some seeds that needed sowing,
washed the car and mowed the lawn
then to the hairdresser to have my hair shorn,
sat down with a book and had a cup of tea -
need a bit of time relaxation for me,
Then I
washed and dried the dishes,
cleaned out and fed the kid’s goldfishes
bathed the kids and made them a snack
got in the shower and rubbed my aching back
adjusted the alarm for the right time in the morning
crawled into bed and then started snoring
Tomorrow when I go back into work
I won’t tell them my error or I’ll look a jerk!
05~11~15
Fictional write for Contest: Today I Accomplished
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Job Well Done
Momma, when you died I ask God 'Why'
He answered me quickly 'HER JOB IS DONE'
I started to cry pleading out to God
'That's my mother and I love her Dearly'.
God simply wispered close to my ear
'That's my child and I love her Dearer'.
I did'nt give up moma I CRIED out more
'I want to make her happy in life
and give her things that's nice'.
I heard a strong voice right close
to My ear no wisper just clear.
'I HAVE HER JUST REWARD'
I understood momma than and there
that there's nothing on earth
good enough for you here. By: Nedra Wilson {NOLA Poet}
"Not my will, but thine be done".
Though his mortal flesh was weak,
Yet these words God's only Son
In his darkest hour did speak.
True obedience demands
That we oft repeat this prayer -
Doing all the Lord commands,
Giving him our every care.
Like the prodigal, my choice
Is to fly to foreign lands,
Heeding not the Father's voice:
"Child, thy life is in my hands".
Having spent what was not earned,
Living recklessly and rude -
To the father's love returned
And his will again pursued.
Make my will and thine the same,
Cause this selfish heart to yield.
It is for such hearts Christ came,
By his stripes such hearts are healed.
Though he be my only friend,
Still my soul upon him leans -
Though I cannot see the end,
I must trust him with the means.
We like sheep have gone astray
From the path the Lord has willed.
Each has turned to his own way
And for such, Christ's blood was spilled.
Asking, "Father fashion me
In the image of thy Son” -
May my sole petition be,
"Not my will but thine be done".
A Maundy Thursday meditation on Christ in the garden of Gethsemane - Matthew 26:39
For Timothy Lee
Eyes meet over sips of morning coffee;
warmth travels thru both my body and heart
while you couch-settle around and near me.
I value sharing a perfect day’s start.
I enjoy each fun, twosome adventure;
hands clutched in the dark, entering a park
where night skies speak no reproachful censor.
We swing, slide, laugh – our own romantic lark.
Home, a safe, private nest, our lives’ own stage,
is my best, favorite, real life place.
I relish all your couple, loving ways,
and my own happy, mirrored on your face.
Wrapping me secure within your warm skin
each night before giving way to our sleep
is a blessed delight with my spirit’s twin.
I cherish the close embrace your arms keep.
Pleasure is us, standing strong together,
growing blessings, beliefs and faith as one,
knowing we each make the other better
and our love will be until time is done.
We’ve had our differences in the past,
But I always tried to work through them.
We’ve had our little fights before,
But I always said sorry.
We’ve had our disagreements previously,
But I always saw your side.
Well I’m done!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
I’ve tried to be friends,
On more then one occasion.
I’ve tried to nice,
But now I don’t have the patience.
I’ve tried to just let things go,
And just have fun.
I’ve tried to ignore it,
But now I’m done!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
Now that I’ve cut you loose,
I feel free.
Now that I’m through,
I feel happy .
Now that I’m done with you,
I feel like me.
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
When you regret your choices,
I want you to remember this.
I’m done with you,
And there is nothing I’m going to miss.
I’m done trusting you,
Cause I always get screwed.
I’m done believing you,
Cause it always ends in a feud.
I’m simply just done,
With you!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
Just thought I would let you know,
I’m done!
The glamorous uniform looked sharp in the posters about town.
Recruiters convinced the lad to join the Marines of great renown!
Reveille called, sergeants screamed, another tortuous day had begun!
He cried, "Lord, have mercy on me! What in the world have I done!"
The giddy lad proposed marriage to his beautiful young miss.
She happily concurred and he looked forward to years of bliss!
Now he has a common scold for a wife and a paucity of fun.
He lamented, "Lord, have mercy! What in the world have I done!"
The president-elect anticipated the perks and leading the nation,
And the dream of his dubious promises sailing through legislation.
He inherited unemployment, recession, wars and things left undone.
He puzzled, "Lord, have mercy! What in the world have I done!"
Assailed on all sides by savages and with things looking grim,
The impetuous Custer found himself hanging on to a sagging limb!
His last words might have been upon nearing life's setting sun:
"Oh, Lord! Have mercy on me! What in the world have I done!"
When we near the end of life's treacherous and rocky trail,
And are about to enter eternity through that mysterious veil,
We are apt to reflect on things we've done or left undone,
By pleading, "Oh, Lord have Mercy! What MIGHT I have done?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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We like sheep have gone astray
from the path the Lord has willed -
each has turned to his own way
and for such, Christ's blood was spilled.
Asking, "Father fashion me
in the image of thy Son”;
may my sole petition be,
"not my will, but thine be done".
Looking back on yesterdays
days of dying almost crying
Not so long ago I lay
looking for another day
doubtful times though they were
I looked forward for what was in store
And coming closer to the end of the road
I believed I had reached the final goal
Prepared to meet God I was
looking for glory and heavenly reward
Thinking of those who went before
waiting for me at heavens door
But looking back at my past was amiss
where was the joyful bliss
looking back for a job well done
What really had I overcome?
where are the foot prints that I leave the world
My outer greatness my flag unfurled
My winning way as chances I took
The things they mentioned in a book
who was I, the question asked
what was I, the given task
When was I behind the mask
And where does pride and confidence bask
Was I historical or metaphorical
to what we have today
Or was my departure just a going away
Hopes and dreams were not the answer
Wars I fought not being drafted
The change in the world that lasted
Was it really what I desired
was I the prophet the angels hired
For every wonder free inside your mind
And every dark thought of miscontent.
For every disappointment in your soul
And your memories of a life’s intent.
For every desolate night you feel alone
And every mistake, that you have mourned.
For every tide that abandoned your shores
And the day that was yours, it never dawned.
For every moment that you took the ball
And ran but not nearly fast enough.
For every moment you lost your heart
And with it, everything that you loved.
For every moment that you saw yourself
And in your reflection it did not lie.
For every tunnel that you dug yourself
So no-one could ever have seen you cry.
For every wish, that still, never came true.
For every woman, that made you blue.
For every cry for help, that you ignored.
For every moment of hurt, your heart stored.
Every time you started, then you stalled.
Every time your name, not even called.
Every time the same lie, that you tell.
Every time, you staggered so close, then fell.
For every moment you, achingly, ponder
Every irrevocable step with regret.
Please forgive those mistakes honestly made,
Learn that you never have to forget.