Best Exert Poems
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and once in my bed,
no visions of anything
danced in my head.
The night – uneventful -
no kids bothered me.
No sound of small feet
rushing out to the tree!
My husband lay snoring
at least until ten.
I put on some TV
just waiting for when
my daughter, her spouse,
and their kids (older now)
would show up for dinner -
the meat from a cow!
No turkey, no ham.
I much prefer beef.
My son-in-law’s vegan.
I’d feed him a leaf.
There’s not much unwrapping
of gifts any more.
It’s more likely gift cards
that teens all adore.
Gift cards for movies
or things at some store
and inside of envelops,
money galore.
Gone are the days
of wrapping all night
toys for the kiddies,
and I guess that’s all right.
It sure took forever
to have to exert
energy wrapping. . .
it made my back hurt!
But in a few years,
wee girls and wee boys
(great-grand-kids) I’ll see
ripping wrapping off toys!
Dec. 2, 2019 for Joseph May's the 'The Night Before 2' Poetry Contest
Written: June 26, 2023
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In this vast realm of treacheries untamed,
Where existing accessories are named,
No spry remedies to heal the soul's plight.
We're left to wander through the darkest night.
But what's passed speaks through memories so true,
A reflection of the things we once knew,
Recall them as we dearth, with a twist.
Inserting our frame of mind, we insist.
Such as a kaleidoscope, time spins and turns.
Revealing the colors of all that we've learned,
Each moment is a fragment, a piece of the whole.
A tapestry woven within our souls.
The past is a canvas for us to explore.
A treasure-trove of emotions galore,
But what lens shall we exert to view it unfold?
Which perspective will we screen to behold?
Shall we adjust the lens with a gentle touch?
To focus on joy, the moments we cherish much?
Or twist it with force to magnify pain.
And wallow in sorrow again and again?
Perhaps we'll skew the lens to create a haze.
And blur the memories that our hearts cannot face.
The kaleidoscope of time holds the key.
To shape our past as we wish it to be.
So let us embrace this power we hold.
To mold our history and to be bold.
In the kaleidoscope of time,
We control the narrative and the rhyme.
Let us paint a picture of love and delight.
Of triumph and courage, shining so bright.
With each twist and turn, we can redefine
The tapestry of our lives is so divine.
Tumbling randomly without any semblance of grace
Without any companion or a familiar face
No path to tread, no orbit to trace
Just a nameless rock, in the cold infinite space
The distances are large and encounters few
Constant darkness, never a soothing hue
Fear and desolation seem to be my only friends
As I fly through space that has no end
From a great distance I see your light
Burning brightly and I exert with all my might
To turn towards what could be my first sight
Of a world without darkness and fright
Being alone in space leaves me free
Free to make decisions, free to be me
But would I like to be alone, make it my destiny
Or should I be pulled by the love of gravity
But it is tough to resist the allure of light
And I make my decision, hoping it is right
I fly towards you, feeling no remorse
And I feel the pleasure of you pulling me close
I am happy that your love I feel
And I approach you with a lot of zeal
Knowing that my loneliness you will heal
Although your love, my fate it will seal
I feel pain as your love tears me apart
I start to burn, but in my heart
I feel love, in every recess small
It's better to have felt love, than not have known it at all
As sky looms grey at close of day,
a frigid north wind blows;
amidst the howl of day so foul,
these trying times expose.
The eve seems grim as light grows dim,
and darkness closes in;
while all around without a sound,
the eerie night begins.
Within a squall the snowflakes fall
and gather on the sill;
a sign to some of things to come
that lie beyond their will.
I miss the norm of summer’s morn,
of daisies in the field;
but don’t look back, you can’t re-track
a past that has been sealed.
We must instead forge on ahead,
to hesitate unwise;
exert our best while on this quest,
and face these darkened skies.
January 26, 2023
I wasn’t goanna write this but im compelled to do so, I felt you should hear it
This is what I do, and I love what I do, my passion to write and give hope
It’s like giving breathe to something dying
It’s my job to enlighten
Help bandage or fix wounds
Help Dust and clear-up dirty laundry
Introduce you to a world of forgiveness
Forgiveness to move on searching for a better you
Don’t be fearful to the words I use,
There isn’t nothing better than you start forgiving you
No apologies should be given for who you are
When GOD made you, you became special
Special to those who appreciate you
So those who don’t, it’s their fault to never knowing you
The characteristics of speaking is hearing
To possibly trust but sometimes love
Love is all in the heart but given to a selected carrier
So be weary when giving
In theory magnetism pulls the best attraction
It’s time for you to exert force to the right attraction
The current President, Donald Trump, launched his 2016 presidential campaign on June 16, 2015. One by one his opponents fell by the wayside, and the nomination was all but decided by summer. The following is an exert from a letter I wrote to Donald Trump in October of 2016:
"I chose not to watch the final debate because I felt it would be too painful to watch two Americans hurt each other needlessly. Also, by then, there was nothing more that I needed to know."
Though I did not inform him in that letter, I had already cast my ballot for him, and expected him to win but not by such margins. I expected that when in office he would be opposed and unsupported by liberals, progressives, and some well-established members of his own party, but not by such hatred and viciousness. I do not agree with everything President Trump does nor with every move he makes, but give me a break, do we really want to destroy this great country?
I opposed most of President Obama's policies, but not everything, and I would never consider personal attacks but attacks on principles. Civil unrest cannot be avoided in a Democratic Republic, and family fights are understandable. But danger zones are created when families become dysfunctional, and when nations and governments lose the inner core of their founding principles, there is little to no recourse. Nevertheless, 'trumpets' are resounding around the world, but only God knows if other instruments will be enjoined to create a symphony.
02182019PoSoupContest, Poetry Marathon 19, Mark Toney
love with love flirts
feel bliss spurting
exert no more
Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us everyday;
Though our journey turns bleak and gray,
Their guiding light remains to stay.
Their counsel heals our wounded heart,
Letting pain finally depart;
As opposed to falling apart,
Our world finds a different start.
Loved ones don't always cause comfort,
They also fetch challenge and hurt;
They push us to grow amid dirt,
Telling us to exert effort.
We hold higher expectation,
And when they don't meet this vision,
Whether in their thoughts or action,
Conjecture leads to frustration.
Love means not constant harmony,
So their own desires disagree;
Leading to heart's hostility,
And to relation unhealthy.
Complex connection says it all,
Joy and delight dwell in the hall,
Sadness and sorrow in the wall,
But lessons learned strengthen our soul.
As I roll out of bed tomorrow
I’m gonna say goodbye sorrow
Fare thee well Mr. Cynicism
See you later Mr. Pessimism
Adios to Mr. Skepticism
Exit negativity, enter positivity
No procrastination and inactivity
An idle mind is the devils workshop
That’s why I’ll exert myself nonstop
No more misery and depression
As exuberance replaces dejection
Success is around the corner
It’s coming now and not later
Victory is surely heading my way
No matter what people may say
I quit banking my future on luck
Time has come to break the duck
A new dawn has shown its face
My home will be a better place
I’m a potential winner, a true born victor
Within me lies a superstar, a megastar
No I’m not building castles in the air,
I’m not dreaming, I’m not hallucinating
I have to earn my place in history
Put a good ending to my unfinished story
My story is about confidence, not arrogance
I advocate humility, not vanity
Trials and tribulation come and go
Sticky situations are not unique to you
But we all know as well as you do
You need hard work and determination
For the youth, education is the only solution
You’ve got to make the decision
To extract yourself from destitution
Leave nothing at all to chance
For fortune favours the brave
No sweet without sweat, no pain, no gain
Each time you fall recollect and try again
A dream doesn’t become reality through magic
Lazy genius is not only sad but also tragic
Stay focused, keep your eyes on the prize
There is no substitute for hard work
There are no secrets to success
Only in the dictionary does success precede work
We are all gifted, skilled and talented
Unshackle that innate ability
Let loose that latent capability
I’m gonna prepare, plan and plot
Execute and give it my best shot
Until the day that I hit the jackpot
The time is finally here
'Haterz' have no fear
For I have come in peace to compete
And to attain my rightful position and seat
You see when I battle people,it's just unfair
I hold **** down and y'all are unaware
I stay true to my word,as long as I said it
ooh, then I mean it
I bring wreck like little Denice the menice
But do not be fooled,i'm complex like the city of venice
You all be rapping this and that,**** be fabricated
Bring your garbage round me,get you all annihilated
I'm chemically unchanged,no one here is a challenge
Battling me is risky,observe the talent
My lyrics untouched,flow is hot,with a twisted plot
I got ice in my veins,so keep a close watch
Don't mess with me,'cause i'll clap the steel
I might just be the type of dude you all need to kill
But Revenge is a dish served cold
So I wear coats and stay in murk mode
And For people thinking they got potential
Tell them to wait until I put a missile in their lines
They should wait till I beat them lyrically off the porch step
The only reason their rap is tight is 'cause they wear a corset
My heart knows that I'm close to that seat
Soul sings for joy,cause the sun is under my feet
Sense organ smells victory
I smile 'cause of the obvious sign of prosperity
Hope you all see that I ain't got to exert much energy when facing enemies
I'll probably haunt your dreams like Jason's enemies
I'm very powerful with pen
Mightier than the sword,it is written once again.
Talk the talk and Walk the walk contest.Early 90's
I hate my birthday.
It's more of a depressing time,
feeling that same hurt,
that i try to so hard to not exert.
I used to love my birthday.
Until the tragedy of my dad.
Forced me as a child, to feel nothing but sad.
Each year is brings back a painful memory you see,
which is something that seems to always find a way to come back and haunt me.
The memories that should be happy,
are the ones that turn into the worst to remember.
My birthday forces me to feel that pain,
a day consisting of late night crying pouring down like rain.
Staring at the same old picture,
singing the same old sad song,
trying to sob myself to sleep,
but only managing to stay up all night long.
My birthday makes me angry,
for it to dare come around,
making me feel the way i do,
putting me in a state of blue.
You bring his smile to my thoughts,
causing tears down my eyes,
talking to that picture,
with slow and sobbing sighs.
My birthday likes my pain,
i know it must feed on it,
wondering how much longer i will stay sane.
One day feels like so many years,
somehow making life worse,
my birthday is a curse.
*Democracy VS Mentality*
Globalization or mobilization
How safe we are in modernization
We're all a part of democracy
But how much we pray for mentality
But when our ego shows more humility
With friends and the fidelity
With all courage and maturity
Together we exert in unity
To see righteousness prevails in this society!
Busaba Patanawiroj
5 June, 2010
I saw your panties, you didn’t hide,
but I’d much prefer something inside,
to be in that which rhymes with Carolina,
well, really, nothing could be finer!
The way you walk, like stormy weather,
I’d part your legs in perfumed heather,
and if you ask me what I’d seen, I’d simply
tell you,”something in between,”
And if you’d like a little bite, before our
pleasure comes this night; don’t exert
yourself...alright?
Please remember, I like it tight
Written for the Flirt contest 14/7/15
My love is not good enough for you oh Jehovah. How could an imperfect human give
you pure and unsinful love. How could I give you untainted love. Why is it you want
our conditional love father. Why is it you have begged human to make your heart
rejoice. Why do you love us so dearly when you are the one who is causing us to
love you. This is a one sided love affair. Everything that you have given to us is on
silver platter. What have I or anyone truly give to you. It is unfair of you to put up
with us - to put up with our sinful maladies. I love you oh dear sweet father, but my
love is toothless because I cannot give you a unique and pure love. I feel worthless
because my love is not enough. I want to give you more than just sweet words. I
want to give you the universe, but you have already that. What is it that I can give
to you than just clinging to your laws. I give to you already my body, mind and
deeds than what else can i give to you my marshmellowy heart God. How sweet
Jehovah, it is unfair to love you because every thing I give to you you do not need.
It is unfair to love you because I cannot get to squeeze you like a big teddy bear. It
is unfair to love you because I cannot get to physically walk with you hand in
hand. It is unfair to love you because love is a give and take process, and all I am
doing is taking. So you see Marshmallow, how much you give and I take. How I lovve
you my sweet-hearted Father. I will exert my strength to love you with all my heart
mind, body,and yet it is not good enough.
Remnants of the past
Haunting and exuding light
Goals achieved with ease
Dreaming seems like game
Energy glows from beyond
Thoughts manifest things
Countless of options
Make random steps to succeed
Awareness goes through
Happiness comes vague
Exert efforts to flourish
Eternal repose
Exuberant mind
Inward attracts the same kind
Insurmountable.