Best Dropping Poems
My Life, Mountains Dropping Pebbles
My life, mountains dropping pebbles on me
true treasures openly hidden, I couldn't see
Although now that I am wiser, so much older
I thank God each dropped was not a boulder
My youth, a series of epic good and bad
if only, I'd listened and obeyed my Dad
I was the rebel that sought so much more
suffering deeply every wild and big score
Decades flew by with me chasing a mist
grabbing love that never truly did exist
A vapor that glistened golden all around
demanding that in my blindness I be bound
Fate and Time both beat happily my heart
I foolishly thought myself so very smart
Memories now play images to teach mistakes
my speeding on never hitting on the brakes
O' mountain, why not shed that one small boulder
to break sin's passion and sooner set it much colder!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-26-2014
note: Took decades for me to ever see the light
and change my stubborn ways. If that boulder
had tapped me sooner Id have found this current
bliss decades sooner and my wife and I would be
enjoying a grown son instead of raising a 7 year
old at my advanced age..
On a night like this I scratch my head and try to type
It's hard and dark and my resources are running dry
But still my fingers dance to the rhythm inside my mind
I tap my feet against the hard floor
Searching hard with a mental flashlight of some kind
For letters, numbers, verbs and nouns that rhyme
And I hope like a river thoughts will begin to flow
Ideas coming with rage like rapids, it's a race and a waterfall
People from record labels dancing through my audition
Will throw their hands in the air in jubilation
Signing me up, rendering redundant the adjudication
I'll never be caught with my hands up, giving up
I am making the proverbial stitch in time to save nine
So hang tight in your place of comfort and watch me rise
I'll have to admit it's never easy
Competition is serious but I'm reaching for Sirius
Or other such dizzy heights in my effort to touch the sky
Night after night I've had dreams in which I was flying
Defying the odds stacked up against me and rising
Only to wake up with legs like lead, I swear, sometimes
I'm convinced my knees are made of jelly, refusing
To carry the day and take me to the place beyond the pines
Take it easy Mister Mister, because easy does it
I have this problem always with my audience
The critical mass who think I'm such a mess
Can't ever drop a lyric without someone catching feelings
But I say go ahead, negative words
Are not about to stop me from getting ahead
In the end you'll see the error of your ways and repent
Harsh words I guess, but better say it than live with regrets
I'm calling for a break, recess to sit back and regurgitate
If you thought my stars were not aligned, let this be a sign
I'm smiling in spite of all the strings of sighs
And all the indications of outrageous fortune left in my wake
It's not the past that matters but what lies ahead
So I'm looking straight ahead painting pictures in words
Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot
Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise. One
Love
For the debt I'm OWEN WILSON
I'll be ROBIN THICKE stacks of cash
Between me ANNA FARIS wheel
LORDE I can't raise that kind of stash
But now I tend my IGGY AZALEA
Look it's a SHERI SHEPHARD with sheep
Chasing off a DRAKE in the water
Down where the JOAN RIVERS run deep
As sure as LEANN RIMES with he can
And BRITNEY SPEARS a fish in the sea
When I see a RED FOXX jump a fence
I'll drop my DOLLY PARDON me
Doe's BOB HOPE my buddy's ok
Can my BUDDY HACKETT with that cough
If wilson spanked natilie I'd say
NATILIE WOOD FLIP WILSON off
Went to the ROM last weekend
The Royal Ontario Museum
An absolute and total eye opener for sure
We, with our sophisticated smugness
With our feeling of superiority
Emboldened by today's amazing technological advances
Need to stop and take a look back
At the achievements of these artisans
From centuries gone by
Of generations with totally amazing skills
Without the aid of of today's modern technology
To help them in their endeavours
Just their hands and their inventive minds
The results of which were astounding
I stood there in awe
It was a totally mind blowing experience
Everyone needs to take a break and look back
It makes us realize what great things
The human mind has always been capable of
It was a jaw dropping experience!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Not enslaved to the flow of time;
no peril yet for careless hands.
sealed and complete,
I picture it
off the floor,
a fragile capsule
packed with gallons
of linoleum spite.
to burn with it
the miles
up between us and flight
- but gravity, gravity
paves a path
to nearest harbor;
the egg lands on the catch
of my palm’s
bomb-hatch,
wingless.
defused.
a message maydayed to me:
are you tethered to the merest tock?
threatened by the slightest flick of wind?
Like flies on a collision course
they fly in full flamboyance
headed for destruction
to everyone's annoyance.
Dropping in a constant stream
failing to arise
death has stung effectively
people of every age and size.
Heed is to be taken
of the time in which we live
an inventory should be taken
of what we take and who we give.
Our substance needs redeeming
from the scourges of sin
cleansing and redemption
with salvation must begin.
The silent whispers are heard afar, as though the words were neariy spoken .
Carefully said ,what is foul and fair,though not aloud for sake of other ears.
the secret words hoarded ,could be someday relived,by those who listened -
strained at such .
The covert is made open,seldom times it,s a trifle,many times what was said in
the quiet or dark revealed ,was shocking,either to decency or conscience.
Hence this gleaning sport,best fits a plot of intrigues and the arcane.
For good is proudly made light ,save where it,s alter-kind greatly abounds.
Crying is like- drop, drop, puddle, ripples, ripple...it's just that simple
A Ripple To Me 2 Poetry Contest
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2/18/2023
The car rams into
the inn screeching and crashing
Plants dropping their buds
June 8, 2018
Went to the ROM last weekend
The Royal Ontario Museum
An absolute and total eye opener for sure
We, with our sophisticated smugness
With our feeling of superiority
Emboldened by today's amazing technological advances
Need to stop and take a look back
At the achievements of these artisans
From centuries gone by
Of generations with totally amazing skills
Without the aid of today's modern technology
To help them in their endeavours
Just their hands and their inventive minds
The results of which were astounding
I stood there in awe
It was a total mind blowing experience
Everyone needs to take a break and look back
It makes us realize what great things
The human mind has always been capable of
It was a jaw-dropping experience!
Gentling attention, soul softens silence
Infusing within it, love’s sublime rhythm
Balm of bliss heals ego spawned violence
We’re peaceful and complete in body prism
No doing need be done, save being still
Layer by layer, the false drops away
Soma nectar flows, we drink to our fill
Knowing not the way, this is how we pray
Poised in the void, wherefrom arises joy
We are that, that enables cognition
Neither pleasure nor pain can now decoy
In heart, renewal of bliss ignition
Thus both ‘here’ and ‘there’, as we bilocate ~
We are the doorkeeper of heaven’s gate
11-March-2023
Listening devices carefully hidden in the rafters compete with
Nosy neighbours vying for a few favours from the governing party
'Nothing to fear' as long as one is on board with the Secret Police
It is all for the good of the people and order must be preserved
Today surveillance cameras are out in the open for transparency reasons
They bug phones for democracy and follow my banking transactions
No place to hide even if you live in a cave because of satellite navigation
No respite for Socrates who states under torture that he knows nothing at all
We need the drones for Amazon and cannot recall the breast plated armour
Eaves dropping is merely a bit of collateral damage and small price to pay
Nietzsche was wrong and there are gods called money power and war
Fortunately the little devices work on solar energy under cover of justice
A couple of raids and a token Constitution on turning tables and shelves
Life Liberty for the Pursuit of happy domination and servile acclamation
Mein Kampf mixed with George Orwell and flies devouring the good Lord
Fancy armbands searching for books to burn and people willing to follow
I blamed my father for not standing up for freedom when Jews vanished
When smouldering ashes of Gypsies and of whom they called deviant
Must have stung his nose into nausea and when he closed his eyes
'It was not me' he may have claimed and that the orders were not negotiable
'Fight the beginnings' and when 'right becomes wrong opposition is duty'
And yet while the news flash by like a soap opera from apathy and hell I
Only buy a hoody speak in whispers use paper money and break my phone card
But I am more than a bystander and therefore guilty of treason and cowardice
25th December 2019
it was the shock
of how suddenly
it dawned on me
how it was obvious
i could hear it
it was quite noticeable
there was no hiding it
there was something
different in my voice
an irrepressible sparkle
and that's when i knew
i knew they too would know
but him, he'd be destined
to be the last to find out
AP: 2nd place 2024
Dropping bombs
During the World War 2, there was a town in the west of Norway
that also had a passable airport where German planes could take off
and shoot at things near the British coast.
RAF tried to find and bomb the airport, but they didn’t but dropped
their bombs over our town on the way back.
Some people were killed some were maimed for life.
When people get bombs thrown at them, it is reasonable to think
they get angry, with no understanding of the war effort.
The enemy was, as far as the town dweller was concerned
the British, so much so when British troops came, they were met
With stifled smiles.
That is why I think Putin should stop his attacks on Ukraine
whoever noble his aim is to get rid of fascism, he will forever
be seen as the enemy by bombed-out people.