Best Expectedly Poems
Bundle of rules elongating the short distance between a problem and its solution
Unnecessary layers compulsorily placed on a mounted ladder with very few steps
Road expectedly smooth and direct is created with uneven stones and many bends
Every step is an independent process making the system tiring and liable to corruption
Alternating procedures and changing routes heavily function in the handling of issues
Under these so many ambiguous limbs is the fertile ground to germinate yet more problems
Complication storms out of these processes lined up in a queue with undefined relevance
Rare is the accuracy of timing respected as it is bastardized in five to ten folds
Add-ons a very possible side effect embracing the commotion of the mercy of many hands
Cruel is this system, especially in the 21st century of advancement in data processing
Yet loved by establishments of worlds without regard to maximizing human services.
Categories:
expectedly, angst, business, career, social,
Form:
Acrostic
As the sun dips lower in the sky
And the ocean turns a deeper hue
Families pack up their children
Pails, shovels, blankets and shoes
The life guard closes up his tower
His day successfully through
No one lost in the churning surf
No one lost in the ocean blue
The coming nightfall brings a hush
Over the cooling beach sand
The waves sound much louder now
Then when the day began
Scuba divers arrive at sunset
Night dive gear in eager hand
Goggles, tanks and flippers
Are dropped on the indulgent sand
Quickly they gather together
Checking their regulators and BCD
Each talking expectedly
About what they hope to see
Underwater cameras,
Computers and flood lights sealed
The night life beneath the waves
Soon to be revealed
Walking into the water
Stopping about waist deep
They put their oversized flippers
Onto their booted feet
They slide into the water
Beneath the evening waves
Diver floodlights turn on
As the sunlight slips away
Just down the cooling shore
About a quarter mile away
A small group gathers firewood
And starts a bonfire ablaze
As darkness settles on the water
And the moon begins to rise
The beach becomes a different place
Then when the sun is high
Families are replaced by sweethearts
Strolling hand in hand
Quietly talking to each other
About their hopes and dreams and plans
The willets and brown pelicans are gone
Settled down in their hidden nests
Not worried about tomorrow
Engaged in a well-deserved rest
Taking a seat by the bonfire
Is a great way to end the day
Gazing into the firelight
Recalling the sights of the day
Categories:
expectedly, nature, ocean, summer,
Form:
Ballad
As spring leaps forward expectedly
Cardinals sing a familiar song;
Announcing birth of season’s new
Perched in trees where they belong.
Hyacinths bloom graciously
Expressing their blue sincerely;
Coloring fields that once were white
They only visit once a yearly.
Spots of snow melt slowly
Revealing peridot grass underneath.
Drenched sod cold and wet
Scents the air with raw heath.
Children play rambunctiously
Exploring blooming fields in awe
Seeing colors that never were
They can't seem to process it all.
Cool winds cresses the skin
For there is still a vacant space;
Arms of affairs that held so tight
No longer here to embrace.
As spring leaps forward expectedly
Hearts begins to blush,
And blossom for coming affairs
Making the soul ever lush.
Categories:
expectedly, imagery, nature, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
Malaria
With it comes an unexplainable headache
Expectedly unexpected cold
And maximum loss of appetite
Malaria
The only harmer capable of nailing down even the strongest
In its presence,
Shivering even under the hottest weather becomes inevitable
Oh! Malaria!
The balance of the strong and weak
Whose war one cannot fight with weapons of mass destruction
But with adequate rest, capsules, tablets, and injections
Oh malaria!
Thank you for reminding us we need to rest against all odds
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Categories:
expectedly, fantasy, poetry,
Form:
Malaria
With it comes an unexplainable headache
Expectedly unexpected cold
And maximum loss of appetite
Malaria
The only harmer capable of nailing down even the strongest
In its presence,
Shivering even under the hottest weather becomes inevitable
Oh! Malaria!
The balance of the strong and weak
Whose war one cannot fight with weapons of mass destruction
But with adequate rest, capsules, tablets, and injections
Oh malaria!
Thank you for reminding us we need to rest against all odds
ABSOL - 07032277508
Categories:
expectedly, fantasy, poetry,
Form:
She just stood there anticipating his next move. She knew of his power and his strength too. He weighed ten tons and she weighed 83 pounds soaking wet. She could see the twinkle in his eyes and so she closed her eyes and counted to three.
“When I get to three I am gonna reach up and grab his tusks! And when I count to ten I am gonna hug his trunk! And when I count to twenty we will be the best of friends!” Excitedly she began to count and awaited his response.
“One,…two,…three,…”she touched his shiny white ivory.
“Four,… five,…six,…seven,…eight,…nine,…ten,…”She placed both of her frail arms around his scaly gray trunk. The texture surprised her but she was not afraid.
“Ten,…eleven,…twelve,…thirteen,…fourteen, fifteen,…”
She paused and took a deep breath. “When I am done counting I am gonna have a new best friend!”
She began to count a little faster and with a racing heart she expectedly reached down in her heart and began to sing the last five numbers to him.
“Sixteen,…seventeen,…eighteen,…nineteen,…TWENTY!!! “ The elephant opened his eyes even brighter than before and cracked the biggest smile she had ever seen. He gently lifted her from the ground and twirled his fuzzy tail all around gleefully. He too knew he had stolen her heart.
Hope named her new best friend Faith and forevermore they went together like peanut butter and jelly. Hope and Faith spent the rest of the afternoon sitting together and dreaming of new adventures to begin together.
What’s the moral to this quaint little children’s short story? Never underestimate the power of faith, and never forget that where ever Faith goes, Hope is right behind him!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
10-12-14
Categories:
expectedly, best friend, blessing, faith,
Form:
Prose
Everlasting as the ocean is blue in the sunny sky my heart constantly is asking for answers revealed to me why. However it may seem from yesterday or even last year, tomorrow is never something that I can expectedly see clear. For friends, my family, my children, or some i've loved a little too much, I must apologize dearly for not being openly in touch. Some things can't wait, when others really can, I figured out the hard way things work out better un-planned. Me today looking back over twenty years I can't even imagine how much i've avoided the understood tears. Anyone can say that someone else should do this or that, but it takes someone with humility to wipe their own shoes on the mat. Darkness surrounds me, no sun shining now, but i won't let the void blackness drench the stars left un-found. Plenty have been where you regrettably are now, just don't let your pride determine whether or not you leave the ground. Listen to nothing if your intuition strikes a spark because that's the only advice you'll need and that's straight from your heart. Rapid and steady the water shall flow once you finally get all your little ducks in a row. High and mighty is probably a term you've once heard, the only things that should carry this description i'd say would be our God or a bird. This system we call our order is nothing more than a big ego, tell me why is this so, tell me why can't we have some say so! Too many questions linger on in my mind. So many times I wish life could rewind. Someday we will finally work out our individual glitches, until that day, the only way, is through prayer and not just wishes.
Categories:
expectedly, absence, deep, desire, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
Crisp cold air moves in slowly expectedly.
How nice it can feel after long hot haze filled days of summer.
Gradually the chill embraces all.
And all succumbs to mother winters icy graces.
Trees lay dormant.
Water rests in a shiny crystal state.
And the ground sleeps under its insulating blanket.
Not all rests during these grey times.
So much more grows and thrives then the darkened cold ground reveals.
But like the ground it must remain covered insulated from all around it.
For if it is seen it shall not survive the blustery Gaze that it will be subjected to.
so it sits waits... but growing.
An enigma in a world full of certainties
It lies unmoving through many months of the grey and grows stronger and larger
with each blast of icy cold.
Forever longing for the thaw.
Yet knowing it may never arrive.
As the days grow longer it waits, waits for the summer perhaps then it can bloom.
Taking comfort in the fact.
That although the release into the sun would be oh so freeing.
That the cold grey is its mother and here it can stay forever.
Hidden continuing to grow never to be harmed isolated,
OH winter longing's
Categories:
expectedly, hope, lost love, lovelonging,
Form:
Free verse
Suddenly, deceitfully, the betrayal begins.
She comes home late, lying, hiding her sins.
Suddenly, expectedly, your doubt commences.
Questioning her story; maybe they are pretenses.
Suddenly, intently, you look into her eyes,
hoping to determine if it is all a disguise.
Suddenly, purposely, you question her story;
listening closely as you doubt her oratory.
Suddenly, profusely, she begins to cry;
admitting to you that it was all a lie.
Suddenly, quietly, she tells you the truth.
She’s been with her ex, reliving her youth.
Suddenly, softly, she asks you to forgive.
Saying she was only trying her life to live.
Suddenly, loudly, you raise you voice,
telling her you feel that you have no choice.
Suddenly, forcefully, you ask her to leave,
having been taken advantage of for being naïve.
Suddenly, slowly, she walks across the floor.
You watch as she reluctantly goes out the door.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, you’re all alone.
Left all by yourself to face the unknown.
Suddenly, hopefully, tomorrow’s a new day.
with the grace of God, you will find your way.
Categories:
expectedly, betrayal,
Form:
Couplet
My lemon-colored hair
Sprawls out
Covering the pastel silhouette. Of my pillow.
Almost expectedly. The phone rings
Piercing a silence. That lay thick.
Immediately, I answer.
It's my son.
He asks if I want the good news
Or the bad news first. I say the good news.
He made bail.
\Walking through the precinct,
My footsteps are sufficiently echoed
By my racing heart. I'm too tired
To be this angry.
And as I pass. Through Weapons Check
It's reassuring to note. That my eye-lash curler
Is confiscated.
Categories:
expectedly, family,
Form:
Free verse
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Don't exist for your resume alone
Live, work with imaginative
passion
That is anchored on principled boldness
With poise and ease born of
graced conviction
As always, in compromising the truth
Nothing there is remotely
ennobling
Until you can courageously say no
Even your strongest yes
would mean nothing
Expectedly, at times you get confused
But trust your heart will
sooner show the line
You'll find you're braver, truer every time
And yes, your resume
will be just fine!
.
Categories:
expectedly, work
Form:
Free verse
Stephen was the first Christian martyr
refusing to deny Christ but to stand fast
holding faithfully to God's eternal truth
but his death wouldn't be the believers last
Stephen was full of the holy spirit
obedient as Paul taught the Ephesian church
to be constantly filled with the spirit
having God indwell him knowing his divine touch
Stephen looked up searchingly to heaven
there expectedly wishing for his eyes to see
what in heaven would he feast upon?
knowing that his saviour had died on a tree
Stephen looking ahead saw God's glory
so majestic and glorious leaving one in awe
the human mind can't take all this in
God's awesome glory so pure having no flaw
Stephen saw Jesus the eternal Son
standing truly at God's right hand
the one who had risen from the dead
now there was Christ on heaven's land
(''But he, full of the Holy Spirit, gazed into heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. And he said, “Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.” )
Acts 7: 55,56 (ESV)
Categories:
expectedly, christian, heaven, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Some people have drama every day.
Their house burned down three times this week.
They are wearing a cast on their leg again.
Their dog ran away, dragging her dog house.
Their wedding ring popped off and down a sewer drain.
They discovered their husband has three other wives.
I know one of these Bad Luck Queens quite well. She is always stirred up.
Loud and proud, a horror story, and perpetually late to work besides.
Notoriously late, expectedly late. Let’s call her Agnes.
She has the worst luck every day. A strange man was in her house.
She could not come to work before she got him out of there.
She had a fender bender. There were no witnesses,
so she had to wait for the police.
Someone broke down the front door of her house in the middle of the night
And took all her kid’s Christmas presents for the sixth year in a row.
Her grandmother ran away from the old folk’s home on Tuesday.
She has been found, but Agnes has to take off early today
to find her a new place.
Suggestions are made but Agnes has tried everything. Nothing works for her.
Her life is perpetually upside down, topsy-turvy, in the toilet.
She has a small cut, and she wonders if it is cancer.
It is almost like she hopes it is.
She never has enough money for lunch.
Can she please have your extra can of soup?
She is so grateful for any help she can get.
When we first met her, we were more than willing to loan her
a candy bar, can of soup, and
Sometimes money. Nothing ever gets back though,
so now it is the newbies who are rallying
To have a little party for her.
They think we savvy survivors are horrible for not wanting to cough up a mere dollar apiece for her grandmother's funeral, not realizing we have already coughed up a dollar for nineteen of Agnes' grandmothers' funerals.
Agnes, the Bad Luck Queen, interesting every time she is seen.
Categories:
expectedly, humor, jobs,
Form:
Narrative
There's a sound in my ears
it speaks to my inner soul
calling to me for a response
this could be shot for my goal
This message conveys great urgency
looking ahead to the mountain peak
such majestic grandeur so awesome
points to me to come up and seek
What beauty so glorious in view
it lures you to come up inside
going expectedly for something special
but it's secret in you will confide
There you are at it's very top
looking down from your royal throne
what a picture you see up there
how your kingdom has indeed grown
Such a privilege bestowed on you
for so to be lord of all of these
for one day you'll give it all up
to the eternal king bowed to your knees
Categories:
expectedly, destiny, life, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Get yourself pick up find a pen
And so then begin to write an open
letter
Place it inside a bottle
Earmarked for heaven
Then send it lovingly floating on its way
In the hope of expectedly
Heaven will one day somehow R.S.V.P
With a personal invitation in tow
From God himself wanting you to know
He has personally saved and is keeping
warm a V.I.P space beside him especially
just for you
Because he loves you so
And this is your final reward in
recognition
Of what he defines as a good selfless
life spent in servitude actually really
means and amounts to
Rather than just idly following what
you are told
What is right but quite patently is not
in fact is wrong
Bye the so called human keepers of
the faith
Who present themselves as the key
holders and gatekeeper's of heaven
Categories:
expectedly, faith,
Form:
Free verse