Best Earned Poems
You stand on "Wounded Thunder's” hallowed ground.
He boomed such boastful tales that fearless chief!
There was no brave as clever to be found
until he met the source of all his grief.
There came a one who all his tricks would tell,
and this is where he made his greatest blunder.
The minx so bold who knew him all too well
he married, . . . . and her name was "Stealing Thunder."
Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then, a penny was worth a cent, but, alas, it ain't no more.
Ah! The myriad of things a penny could buy at the local store!
For a penny you could send a postal card through the mail.
And for a mere copper you'd get your weight read on a scale!
A penny would give you a handful of nuts from peanut machines,
And for the same, get a fistful of scrumptious and colorful jellybeans!
I recollect the cutesy cards we shared for the school Valentine party.
They cost a cent apiece and were so witty and so very arty!
As the cards were distributed, secret admirers gave a sly grin.
Blushin' lads received saccharine cards much to their chagrin!
A copper penny would purchase a huge all-day sucker to lick,
Or a twisted string of chewy red or black licorice on a stick!
You could buy a kite with your penny or some candy cigarettes,
Or some wax-bottled sugar water or silly false teeth sets!
Ain't it ironic that the profile of Honest Abe whom we so revere,
Appears on the coin that we toss about and treat so cavalier!
Even in my second childhood, I'll still pick a penny off the ground!
Shucks! "Someone's disdain for that lowly coin is my treasure found!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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First Place Win in Joe Flach's "In Other Words" Contest - September 2010
Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death
No great fire, yet get the water hose
decayed words fall in ancient settled dust.
As they break under weight of new age prose
in modern shone light are we now to trust?
No riper fruit to be sweetly savored
classic poetry is now scorned as rust.
New age ink, tis now the new gem favored
ill winds destroy more with every huge gust.
Birds of Paradise show only dull gray
old vineyards no longer make treasured wine.
Sun illuminates brighter the long day,
bow to new masters and all will be fine.
If allowed, new-age will destroy the past.
With such broken foundations, what house can last?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2017
Sonnet( Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death?)
Nay say I, Fate controls death yet we control our souls and heart
The beginning of my thanks begins at knees,
Having my aches eased, or body suffused,
All that comes to mind is sleep and serene.
Nobody that offers bread can empty,
Knives may cut meat and find platter greasy,
Supper ended, dishes done, there’s always cheer.
Give one for the road, one for tomorrow,
Invest within self, hugs or tomato growing,
Venture into unknown so what is known
Is another taste that takes you back to home.
Nothingness can fill everyone’s hands if home
Gives back to our bodies and delivers to me peace.
Just to give a prologue for this poem. I have an officemate who seems to love making a big fuss out of something so small. She's always in a high-pitched voice whenever her command was not being obeyed properly. She would shame you in front of an audience. But I tell you, she's not a boss, but she always act like one. She loves to bully a person by comparing herself, like she's always the best, like she's the perfect one, and all others are just behind her. I have experienced her bullying actions many times over. I have cried a lot of times. But I always act professionally, because I will never, ever stoop down to her level. For all who have experienced the same, and for all who are doing the same, this one's for all of you. Just remember that Karma is doing his work very well. So here it goes:
RESPECT IS EARNED
They say how you treat others tell your personality
And there will never be respect without humility
Good manners and politeness will define you differently
Because a person's a person, no matter how small they may be.
Speak up nicely when you have smart and valuable ideas
Have a broad mind to embrace our differences and uniqueness
Because a person's feeling could never be a solid rock
That you can throw over and over again, and never gets hurt.
The golden rule always tell it's important lesson
Teaching us to value each and every creatures
Because in the eyes of GOD we are all His treasures
No one is perfect, but we are all valuable to the nation.
Respect is earned, and it will never be given
So treat others the way you want to be treated
You can always say it nicely, politely and humbly
Believe me, blessings will come your way indefinitely!
TWO WEEKS GONE BY,
AND WE EARNED ANOTHER PAYCHECK.
NOT MUCH TO SAY,
WITH TONS OF BILLS TO PAY.
WHAT DO WE SAY WITH SO MUCH TO PAY?
YET WITH EVERY LITTLE DAY,
WE FIND OURSELVES WITH TIRED EYES,
AND A WEARY SOUL.
LET US RENEW OUR LIVES,
AND BRING NEW PURPOSE TO EACH DAY!
GIVE US THE JOY, HEALTH, AND WEALTH
OF AN ABUNDANT LIFE,
WITHOUT JUST, TWO WEEKS GONE BY.
LET US BE GRATEFUL EACH AND EVERY DAY!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
NOVEMBER 25, 2015.
I went for a morning stroll
There were also other walkers in the park
who came for walk for a better health control
Little earlier the Sun had drove away the dark
Glittering was the early morning Sunlight
Taking sunbath in a corner was a cat
I too was walking without any specific thought
The cat hissed at me, as if I was to combat
I just ignored him and pursued my path
Now few crows circled cawing around the cat
I could see the cat chasing a prey near the footpath
Prey jumped into a small bush, to escape from the threat
Prey was a well grown baby pigeon
I was drawn to interfere in this chase
When I tried to catch, he flied little thereon
I caught him but the cat become unease
To escape from crows,I put pigeon into my small cloth bag
I walked away to save this baby towards few women
Shown this beautiful pigeon baby, with a ‘plea to save tag’
God came in the form of a maid servant who was keen
She agreed to rear him in addition to the lovebirds in her home
and to free him when he is fully grown
Now pigeon began a new life, as threat was overcome
I too felt relieved as if a seed is now sown
But my heart pained as I earned the wrath of the cat
as I deprived him of his morning feed
I got relieved only next day when same cat posed as if he forgot!
With each such deed, God is fulfilling every such need!!
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Earned wealth
is no secret
when is revealed with truth,
without making a huge profit
from luck!
No man's too small to hoist a helping hand,
Nor any a deed too small if well-meant,
Nor a task too tough for a noble end,
Mind can if means can't make a mighty dent.
A journey of a daunting task off shore
Begins with but a single step forward,
‘Drop by drop filleth lakes’ is no vain lore,
An ounce of action… oft have we this heard.
Many a learned man knows this truth well,
But rather than help he spins hyper hypes.
Intention matters more, how a squirrel
Strove to earn mythical laurels and stripes,
So goes a tiny squirrel's tallest lore,
Silent did she work building a barrage—
An episode from an epic of yore,
So sang sage Valmiki of ancient age.
A folktale, an aside from Ramayana:
Rama's spouse abducted was to an isle—
Confined to a far off spot by Ravana,
That came camouflaged in a monk's fair guile.
When lured and mislead by a golden deer,
That too was the demon's bewitching guile,
In stealth when cried out, ‘O Lakshman, my dear',
And destiny unfolded in a while.
In Rama's voice the wily demon cried,
And Sita beseeched Lakshman, forcing him
To render help; what followed, a bad dream,
For, Ravan waited hiding in monk's hide.
The search began thence in woods and deep vales,
Hilly terrains, meadows and leas and dales,
And they came searching to where ends the land,
An ocean spread forth, looking like no friend.
Hanuman, Rama's key aid, a legend,
To whom no task too big was, such was he,
Then volunteered to leap across the land
To luring Lanka, a land across sea.
And returned soon with hopeful but sad tale:
Captive Sita’s safe in Ravan's red hands,
Who, in no mood peace parleys to avail,
Oh had to be dealt with on Lankan sands.
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Originally Ramayana was written in Sanskrit by Valmiki, a sage who was a fierce bandit in his early life.
Epic | 06.04.13 |
Continued in Part II
days have now turned into years
there are a few grey hairs
i notice a wrinkle here and there
pain is felt in places that i never had before
i guess that is what comes with getting older
however....our love grows younger everyday
it keeps me spritely i reckon
it is never easy always, but loving you is always easy....dig that!
i never thought i would ever say this and mean it, but i love you more everytime the earth spins in a full circle
that means we have evolved in a circle of life that has come full circle in multiples of infinity
that means something to me more than you know
as you lay sleeping on my right thigh for the milliumteeth time, i just shake my head at the realization that God has His Own Plans for us
it may not be at all the way we imagined our lives to be, but then you are living your dream in a way that is completely opposite of the carefully crafted art in your mind
though i am living in many unified zones of twilight, i'll be doggone if my smile didn't give me away so easily
years are now decorated and celebrated as sweet decadence
A stammer has been mine all my days
in recent months therapy again did take
but fear ruled through many a situation
what's to do? zero as it couldn't even shake
Many branches of Costa coffee shops
but always busy queued up made me fear
my tongue would block not able to speak
this my thoughts filled my mind like a spear
I wanted so much this to overcome
just to ask for a small Americano that's all
surely now having had therapy so many years
try to believe I can do this climb this wall
An incentive too, get a Costa card
collect points every time I do buy
so I had a plan, to get my goal
nothing to lose, you're not going to die
So the week of the attack arrived
I set to do three Costa in that week
this I did on different days by bus
asked for a small Americano I did speak
Victory had been truly achieved
confidence was gained felt so assured
the Costa coffee I had earned to drink
enjoy it so much better having endured
I am thankful to the universe for it's love and support
I will harness your endless supply of energy
And destroy the destroyers of worlds
I never forgot dear fog what my enemies said when they trampled on me
Isn't it nice the way things never end where they are supposed to end
Every breath I take is not in vain we must all produce the results for all in glory or in death
We shall prosper and achieve
Wealth, happiness, victory is all guaranteed follow our cause follow your joy
.
I shall begin
where belated endings start,
in sun-bleached bones
of late lessons hardly learned.
And I shall end
where early beginnings stop,
where wounds are healed
and fresh scars are proudly earned!
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According to Sigmund Keeple
Bad things happen to good people
The Karma rule
Whacks the cruel
Like lightning striking a steeple
The expectation of respect spans far and wide.
Is it earned today; NO….it’s all about pride.
Some young people exploit it; most expect it due in return.
Causing chaotic havoc with little regard to bridges burned.
Respect is:
A consideration, esteem of another that you know or meet.
Respect comes from how you feel about yourself; sometimes earned, never cheap.
Parental or family respect:
Words may not be spoken yet it shows in what you do.
Producing action, speaking louder than words said “on cue.”
Supports behavior, conduct, effort; when saying “I love you.”
Respect proves itself; re-enforces the care of our elders, appreciation of parents, tolerates, keeps…
Not forced, or summoned; but draws from raw regard deposited deep.
RESPECT