Best Eer Poems
P erhaps it's time to let it go.
A ll that pain you suffered so.
S train on your heart and soul.
T ime to release and let go.
P eer around at your life now.
R elish the love your children give.
E njoy your work as you always have.
S it and relax at end of day.
E nergised by renewed hope.
N ever again to ever succumb
T o being abused by anyone.
F acing the future with a smile.
U pteen reasons to celebrate.
T he joys of living and giving.
U ncertainity will always remain.
R emember to count your blessings.
E mbrace often those you love.
21/11/2016
A mystery for us mere human being to unravel;
B elief and logic fight over our world, all in confusion.
C ome stealthily, it does, while as busy beavers we wander.
D riven to sudden halt; surprise, shock and suffering grip tight.
E ssentials prop up from some dormant sector of the mind to
F ace strain and stress, in some old robotic approach once instilled.
G ot to hold upon, got to stand, got to function, as needed.
H earing and understanding are postponed until opportune.
I rony of life or mockery of fate; its own will to
J eer at our needs, feelings, state of being and expectation.
K indness, generosity and support shower from around
L ike lightness filtering in very long dark and gloomy night.
M esmerised we are of a display of crowding humane touch
N ever anticipated and evaluated in our
O rganisation selfish, to conquer,to build and to rise.
P artly wrecked, partly saved, we wade hard to breathe and to sustain.
Q uestions are many and answers less; in our everyday, they
R ecur, growing in number and torturing us with chagrin.
S omebody, luckily has to be here to listen, to share,
T o give some answers; family or friends, for us to pick up.
U nderstanding and accepting, all we are left with, to fill
V oid that keeps growing larger and larger while self confidence
W avers often; diversion from normal path of ours, repeats.
X enacious we are with willpower strong to rebuild upon.
Y ears of engineering; alas, some habits have to be dropped.
Z eal to live God's given life has to be gathered to move on!
25/06/2017
15 syllables per line.
Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the
Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that
Veer towards you when you pray, my brother have you
Ever known more peace then when you bow your head in prayer
Yoked to your heart He is your everlasting soulmate and your friend
On the wings of faith you can soar towards Him night and day
Unearth your fears and find the comfort that you need
Sacred Father, Abba, Patriarch and Archer of all that is good in you
Every action of yours is guided by His Holy subservient angels
Experience Him in your journey of love and know that you are
Noteworthy of His protection. Sister of life on earth plant a seed
The creator will water it and make it grow like a rose in the dessert
Hide it from the enemy let it prosper in His vineyard. You the
Elect who is never left in the dark, is a child of the Beloved,
Love with all your heart as he has loved you, built an alter and
Invite Him to your table dear friend, He is the candle that burns bright
Goodness and peace will follow you if you make
Him your confessor and your constant companion .
Trust in Him who created you to His image, know you are loved.
too much on the bloody mind,
canna concentrate half the time,
write about the demons babe,
put in words what eer ya crave,
let exageration calm the wit,
pump words out a little bit,
n have a great time....
thanks you p.d.
Don
A touch of grace upon the face of the earth is what she is, this
Bacchus of sweet ecstasy that resides within us strong and true
Cheek of the Gods, amulet of power she pulses through us with
Dulcet lights ingratiating the mind and heart like a warrior of old
Echoes of past lives transgress silently as the pure essence of her
Flashes before our eyes, suggesting that we strive to live a stoic life
Garlands of gold precious as honey, ribbon through like the sun
Heartbeats pulse with motion and it feels like a thousand butterflies
Immaterial part of our living experience she is often mistreated
Jam packed with survival moments rough as diamonds un-tumbled
Karmic turns of the sacred wheel she turns us around each time
Love and love alone exists here, a litigating lioness, she owns a
Mothering instinct and a fathers protective incline, because
No other part of our bodies can do what she does, she brings
Oneness to that inner world, she thrives on meditative states
Pleasing the senses more thoroughly than any earthly pleasure can
Queen of the night, she contains more light within than a Sirius star
Review her as you would review the latest good film you saw,
Soulistic Beauty Of The Soul, ...that is what I'm talking about
Trust in the nature of all things that are good, no never quit for
Universal truths she will bring to you, if you search and find
Veer towards her light and bathe in her perfume dear one
Whilst God and the Angels rule the heavens, she rules you
Xebec sails flapping in the wind, remember to glide don't run
You only get once chance to get it right my friend, so live life
Zealously, in the face of adversity, ... use your soul power.
Deliver onto me the strength to carry on my Lord and don't let me fail
I love my family and I don't want to see them suffer on account of me
Veer me towards truth and honesty, allow me to be part of a greater plan
Only you Father have the ability to heal my soul and ease my heart, so please
Remind me every day to do my very best for it is only in the letting go that
Closure can finally bring the peace I so much need. I am like a wounded
Eagle flying towards gateways of a stranger's land so please, help me cope.
Love the landscape of your heart and soul dear brethren
Open your mind and understand the importance of love
Veer towards it with wings wide open and fly with sweet
Incline. Divinity is raising you to a level of higher thought
No greater virtue exists than Love. So bequeath it with
Goodness to all and watch them bloom of their own accord.
Trust in the Divine ability that God has created in you sister
Hold them all to your heart and feed them compassion
Only Love can save only Love can heal only Love can give life
Undress the wounds that fester beneath the sinner and
Grease them with spykenard oil and Godly kisses ...
Humans need Holiness as a goal for eternal life, so
Trust in the heavens that have created both stars and moon
Saints are made on earth through sacrifice and pain, we learn.
Her love is more than a small child’s first word
My mother’s heart and love, one in a chord
She lived all my childhood dreams in adore
With wisdom and love allowed them to soar
When breakers of her life beat at the door,
she made beaches of pain instead of war
Her life taught her to value and treasure
people’s friendship, respect, this her measure
Her face reflects her life in soft wrinkles,
a path by His hand with life love sprinkles
Her wrinkles life events now in the past
She’s thankful and now wrapped in peace at last
Her husband in heaven, and we are sad
She shares the face of love, waiting for dad
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Below the original I wrote for my mother
God se Gesig
Liefde is meer as n klein kinder woord
Liefde en my ma se hart in akoord
Sy het my kinder droome elk deurleef
en met wysheid en liefde hul laat sweef
Toe die lewens branders slaan teen haar deur
maak sy strande plaas van rotse van seer
Die lewe haar geleer om te begeer,
verhoudings met mense, diep vas in eer
Haar gesig spieel haar lewe in ploeie
Pad gestap aan Sy hand in die mooie
Plooi gebeure los sy in verlede,
dankbaar vir als toegedraai in vrede
Haar hart in die hemel maar, gelukkig,
deel sy nog God se gesig, geduldig
The Itemized Bill
An elderly gentleman told me a story today
I just couldn't resist recreating it in rhyme
and share it with all of you. Thanks for reading
Patty loved his new Rolls Royce
Like those he'd bought before
A grin he wore from cheeks to chin
While he made the engine roar
And each time, made his maiden drive
To his best friends home, named Finn
And honked the horn to beckon
His dear old mate "Get in"
They rode along the country roads
With Patty at the wheel
And every turn, Finn discerned
"I like the way it feels"
But not so long, into the trip
There came a clicking noise
It steadily and readily
Concerned both of our boys
"That's it, it's going back
to the dealer to be fixed"
But Finn said "Nigh, I know a Guy
He’s one that knows the tricks"
His name's McGee, and you'll soon see
He knows all there's to know
He's quite close by, and he don’t lie
It's there, we ought to go
They soon arrived, at McGee's
And they told him of the trouble
He said "Wait eer, an 'ave no fear
I'll fix it on the double"
McGee returned, with tool in hand
As Patty popped the bonnet
And there said Finn, wearing a grin
"You see, he's got right on it"
McGee then turned a little screw
and the noise, then went away
Patty danced, reached in his pants
Asked "How much, I want to pay"
Five Hundred pounds , was the sound
That Patty heard so clear
"McGee you sure, I say what for"
Pat gazed at him and jeered
Would you like for me to itemize, I can do it now and here
Patty said, holding his head, "It sure would make it clear"
"It's a pound for me effort, to turn the little screw
And the four-nintynine, to know which one to do"
Our people respect Navy Seals
Their stealth earned applause
and great squeals
Yet nervous most wait
As from this fateful date
There's fear of Bin Laden's
ideals
The rabble's reaction was q*eer
To some of us it does appear
That no one has learned
What it means to be burned
And how from this nonsense to
steer
He'd not have his calendar
cleared
He died before dying his beard
His head sheared with lead
Won't taste breakfast in bed
Osama won't see his death
cheered
"Camptown Races sing this song, Do Dah! Do Dah!"
( sung incessantly by a certain, unique rooster.)
Henry Hawke: ( Sung to Holly Jolly Christmas:)
" I'll be there and back by sunset.
There's a chicken there for me!
Mom and Dad will be proud, you bet!
when a chicken, they'll see!"
Henry: ( Sung to Arkansas Traveler:)
" I think that there's a chicken, yes, indeed!
No need to check, that's a chicken, yes, siree!
I know that that's a chicken , yes, indeed!
Even though he has a snout for pecking at the seed!"
POW! ( cue woozy music.)
Barnyard Dog:
Hey, wait a minute, kid!
Have you flipped your lid!"
Henry:
" I hit you a good one and I'm the winner!
Now come along with me! You're what's for dinner!"
Barnyard Dog:
" Eh, kid.. I'm a dog, don't you get it!
Now, scram! Before I make you regret it!"
" Camptown races, sing this song..
I say , I say.. it's not the words,
son, it's the song
It kind of.. eh, moves me along, err.."
Henry:
" Oh, the shame!
The family name!
Life for me will never be the same!"
Barnyard Dog:
" Someone's given you the bum steer!"
He looks at Henry crying.
" Kind of gets you right here..
Tell ya, what, kid!
I'll give you a real clucker with all the feathers!
Now listen to me, the sooner the better.." Pss. psst. pss..
"Camptown Races, Uhh, oh, I say, I say..
What do we have here?!
An unholy alli, alli alli, joining together.
and the word is ..Beware!"
I say, son!
What are, what are you doing here
in my little slice of paradise?!"
Henry:
"Ehh, Mister Cock-a-Doodle Doo..
I'd turn around if I were you!"
"Heh, heh heh..
Obviously, this boy believes
that I was born yesterday
if not the day before!
Let me lead him on a little more.."
"Just what am I supposed to see, there, ehh, son?
The rising moon? The setting sun? Heh, Heh, Heh.."
BAM!
"I, I, I think I've been way layed.
I, I, better look for some shade.."
PLOP!
"That boy's got more nerve than a bum tooth!
ehh, that's a joke, son!
Miss Prissy! My my time has come too soon!"
Eeee, THUD!
Henry and Barnyard Dog( together.):
"Geez, What a maroon!"
Cue the Looney Tunes end music.
(" Eer.. That's your cue, son!")
" Can't find no good cartoon help these days!" THUD!
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!
Burn the corpse of the snake
make sure that he's dead
For all the wrongs he did commit
chop him up from tail to head
How brave he was behind your back
his ways were both wicked and q*eer
All the slimy ones that helped him out
give them a reason to now fear
Douse that venomous bastard's hate filled body
with more petrol than you can afford
Light it up and let those flames be seen
across the entire world
The other snakes will slither and hide but it won't do them no good
As karma and fate will hunt them down as we always knew they would
So warm yourself up beside the fire
look up and laugh towards the sky
The traitors will hiss while they still can
as soon they all shall die
hello,please be sure to vote for the o-b-a-m-i-n-a-t-i-o-n come november
remember,america has never had a black president and until this is fullfilled,we will never prove we are not racist
places will scream if we go with o'cain,eer,i mean,mr.mccain and the lovely vain wife of his.has she ever been proud of america?
dont believe me?lets look at truth.the youth need a black man,isnt that the truth?know how i can tell,look at the sales and popularity of .50 the rapper.america is mad about him,so its time
a brother finds this out.we doubt poems would reach him,so mr.obama and your mysterious earthly career of smoking crack,or writing poems,which ever one happened.doubt me and see,the south will go red.nevermore
its a racial issue because they made it one.they,the democrats are the race baiters,and they love pain and hope your poor and stupid enough to believe they help the poor.good luck getting this published,many will scream.know what i mean?
this dark look at human thoughts was brought to you by katie kuric,the lover of any that hates america.god bless the union?i never will.we wont, we will.
when people pencil in a black man,especially a large black man,they jibber jabber but dont say they are proud to be supporting a black,they just say,"yeah,well",then go off on their own and think.thats eternity slipping away.the one you had mapped.
i am against barrak obama being president because he hasnt proven himself,and he loves himself,and he comes from the chicago area,and because he loves black music and black things and other insignifigants.
My ship has not bubbled
beneath the eer' of my moat,
but battles come
I will be done,
and my queendom shall be sunk.
What will the others pronounce,
as they measure me gram for ounce,
and the people will fly me home
to misfortune bay?
Will my anchor last the living
till they sail the days?
I'll whisper you my pennies.
I'll carve out the trove,
but in it you'll not find the names.
Trust in empty spaces
and geld insanity,
it'd be without these tools
there we'd see.
As the day dusked yesterday,
The deflowered sun shone down
with those eyes of a goldfish
'KATH’, got a light; 'EER’ lit a room;
And ‘AH’ illumined the night
No sound of a thing in your presence.
No bullet whirr, no horn blares
Not even the tick tock of the clock.
And thoughts of how good it is
To smell life and to sniff an ambush
on a friend
Newly met under an unsolicited
climate, crowned it all.
As bloated black eyes remained
promptly nudging on her fancy face
The blink of her eyes lasted on her
glance like a mirror
Reflecting how lucky Africa could be
To breathe this crevice of word out
in an ancient city
For pleasure, treasure and tender…
And how good it is to every ear…
Those cheeks in the dark that
dazzled joy and sorrow betwixt…
Is these all a happenstance…? I felt
the drip! Drip!! Drip!!!
Of the succulent drizzling rain, whilst
seated under the shade of the home
of sanctity
And the thought that someone has
to helm the hound of your name for
real, dawned on me. At night I
dreamt without sleeping; sleepless
thoughts of insomnia ravaged me,
yet my intellect hatched; and
became a slither of beauties of
mangoes, pineapples and roses
likened to you.
Yet how good to prick the secret fruit
to speak and felt her cajoling voice.
In my muffled thoughts, I slew my
intentions in cold blood and rolled
the inconveniences of those
moments in a raffia mat and hid
them in a secret blanket.
The cool weather speaks gale and
blew its wind from the north. I
shivered beneath my ribs, yet
unnoticed to her. I stood and smiled
in espionage and intrigue.
Whilst enduring the stark misery of
the chilled weather. It was over and
out, yet her name blots my thoughts
until cock crow…