Best Eyeglasses Poems
Psycho Evaluation
Physically unable to deal with all this stress
a clinical Psychiatrist said that I am depressed
No shat Sherlock you are such a genius
10 years of college for this uneducated guess
Yah you're just an Idiot with an ego to caress
Pockets full of pens and eyeglasses to impress
Yes we all notice the impeccable way you dress
Armani styled striped suit all ironed and pressed
It looks quite expensive only the best for the best
No I don't want to do your magic ink blotter test
You act as if by the Almighty you are blessed
Just like the Preacher trying to get us to confess
So how do I know this won't end up in my arrest
I guess I'll just have to remove you in the end more or less
Now who is the one that's stressed???...
revised 04/27/16
To celebrate his new glasses,
home a nearsighted dragon, did fly.
the doctor had truly, helped his sight.
A party he’d throw, full of savories;
on many delicacies, his friends would feed.
All night they’d party, till morning’s light.
His patio torches, he’d blow on to light;
water spots, he’d removed, from every glass.
He decided a menu, for his friends, to feed.
Off to the grocery, with his bags, he did fly;
oh, how he did savor,
his brand new, eyesight.
Dragon, in flight, was a curious sight;
with bags full of food, he did alight.
Dragon truly savored,
his shiny new eyeglasses.
but as turbulence hit, off they did fly;
causing him to drop his many bags of feed.
With no food, for his friends, upon which, to feed;
he dove, in an attempt, to restore his sight;
that nearsighted dragon in half-blind flight.
He looked drunk as the dickens, in broad daylight.
Though he recovered his glasses;
his sight, again, to savor.
Now he could see, to recover, his savory
menu and headed home, for his friends, to feed.
First he tied on his glasses,
as to not, lose his sight.
The coals on his grill, he simply blew, to light,
as his guests all arrived, in true dragon flight.
Hungry dragons in flight,
arrived, dined and savored,
the meal, he’d prepared by torch light.
On mushrooms and steak and potatoes they did feed;
oh, it was such a bright, festive sight
and they toasted him, with a great clinking of glasses.
Twenty dragons, still too full, to fly;
bedded down, in his cavern, by the morning light.
In dreams, they’d re-savor,
the spread; what a sight!
Dragon’s friends, just as planned, he truly did feed;
all thanks to his shiny new eyeglasses.
Let me tell you a sad story, a true story . . .
In another time, under the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi
Party, millions deemed undesirable were murdered, including children,
imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps and extermination camps or were
shot, or hanged. The first exterminations of prisoners took place in the
month of September, 1941. Those not killed in the gas chambers died
of starvation, forced labor, disease, self inflicted death, and medical
experiments. Prisoners were forced to staff the gas chambers. After they
were dead the bodies were burned in ovens or tossed into pits like garbage.
They had stripped them of their clothes, stripped them of all dignity.
Piles of shoes, clothing, eyeglasses, suitcases even baby things taken.
Today those things are in museums to honor forever the millions of dead.
Hundreds of Germans staffed the camps but only 12% have been convicted
of war crimes. Auschwitz was liberated on January 27, 1945 but most of
the population had been evacuated and sent on a death march. All this,
was in another time. Hopefully the world has learned from this horrific
time in history. Black and white pictures of unimaginable scenes are
witness to what happened during the years 1933 to 1945. But the scenes
I see on the news seem that the world has not learned the lesson well and
leave me weeping and weeping for those who suffer.
I saw an image
of a women with children-
death their destiny
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July 14, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Senryu/Weeping Still
Copyright Protected, ID 16-808-673-07-14
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written in 2016
sponsor, Laura Loo
Third Place
*Image of Alphabet Blackboard by Pixabay.
U - C, I - C: Nursery Rhyme
*Rhyming meter similar to, "Little Miss Muffet."
Tommy and Peggy were a bit edgy,
doing their A B C's,
then came Miss Hammerschmidt,
they almost had a fit,
when she had passed, they arched their knees.
The sound of the bell will break up the spell,
and free them from their tests,
till Miss Hammerschmidt shared,
"If you're done, she declared,
may leave ... so be quick!", she suggests.
The bell had just rung, the whole class had sprung,
gave her a sight most pleased.
While Tommy played, he spoke,
"I had cheated--no joke."
Peggy said, "Hope not mine," she teased.
"My contact lens broke, and words look like yolk,
so I guessed the spelling."
"I might fail, caused by you,"
he said, "Lens?", "I'd no clue,
--thanks, 'Petty' now that I'm sweating!"
"She's in a tight spot," she said, "and forgot,
to bring her eyeglasses,
that is why we're all done,
so enjoy all the fun,
I know that all indeed passes."
Recess has ended though felt suspended,
Miss Hammerschmidt was still,
she said she was troubled,
and slightly befuddled,
her new contact lens caused a shrill.
"The spelling was bad." She said, "That was sad."
"As you see I can see."
"There's no need for glasses,
no recess just classes,
do your best till school ends at three."
2022 November 19
*1st Place*
Be Creative
~~Eve Roper: 2022 November 21
Millie was flattered by the whistling of men
But her friend, Tillie, told her to think again
"They're just catching their breath
but are as pale as death.
It's healthy ones, Millie, for whom we should yen."
"Well, darn it, girl. You know I'm hard of hearing
I thought those guys were speaking words, endearing.
"That noise is their wheezing,
and their looks aren't pleasing!
Let's move along now, Millie. Please stop leering."
Millie looked back but off fell her eyeglasses
She stopped to rip toots and expelled her gasses
"I know that really stinks!"
She laughed, "I'm such a minx."
Don't tell me I should take etiquette classes!"
They strolled until Tillie had to take a seat
for she was feeling a bit faint from the heat
Millie started to scold,
"Tillie, you're gettin' old."
"Not too old to kick your walker to the street!"
"I'm only saying those guys were old geezers,
not the sexy kind we once called 'strip teasers!"
And at that thought, Tillie smiled
In younger days, they'd been wild
"They're not what we'd ever call 'woman pleasers."
You said the man you talked with is blind
But he pointed out fingers to someone he's then unkind
You talked with a blind person
But he can give someone poison
You said he walks kind and tender
But cannot you accept as true he's a pretender
You give him eyeglasses and add him a walking stick
But worthy of someone who'd frequently kick
Someone who'd frequently kick your relative
Though positive we'd frequently make him contraceptive
He'd not be literate or limit him being un-educative
Luke* and Frank* were my cousins from two of my father’s sisters.
Luke and Frank lived in the same city, and I joined them for an important family event. I had not seen nor spoken to either of them for more than 40 years. When I arrived, I telephoned Luke.
Luke was a year older than me and having grown up together, we were well acquainted with each other. Luke and his family moved 2000 miles away when I was 13. Frank and I knew each other as young kids but were not well acquainted. When I saw them again after 40 years, their response to me was a vast story in contrast. I have shared this story with other members of the family. Where appropriate, I have not revealed their identity, desiring not to be offensive in any way.
Upon arriving in their city, I spoke with Luke over the phone. I was excited in my voice tone and very delighted to finally renew our acquaintances. However, I was stunningly surprised by the response from Luke on the other end. I was quickly mistaken to think that I would at least be warmly welcomed with a sense of anticipation of him seeing me again. Instead, Luke was rather indifferent, tamed, and subdued. His tone was so disconnected from mine that I was forced to calm my emotions toward him. It felt so very awkward to me.
On the occasion of the event with everyone gathered, Frank was among the crowd and not at all recognizable by me. As kids, we saw each other only occasionally when my father took us to visit them several miles away. Nevertheless, Frank walked straight up to me, and in spite of the years, my full beard, and eyeglasses, he said, “Hi Michael!” I was 55 years of age, and could not have been more than 10 or 12 when we last saw each other.
Although a little disappointed, I was really okay.
And I would never tell Luke how he made me feel.
Frank was the kind of guy that made up for guys like Luke.
But “Not all cousins are created equal”, is what I wanted to say.
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*True story; Names have been changed
You said the man you talked with is blind
But he pointed out fingers to someone he's then unkind
You talked with a blind person
But he can give someone poison
You said he walks kind and tender
But cannot you accept as true he's a pretender
You give him eyeglasses and add him a walking stick
But worthy of someone who'd frequently kick
Someone who'd frequently kick your relative
Though positive we'd frequently make him contraceptive
He'd not be literate or limit him being in-educative
Who could forget what happened on that unsuspecting and sunny day,
when no visible clouds drifted over the Twin Towers?
Little after midnight, the cool rain adds to the melancholy
of the descending angels; and I join them in prayer to remember the tragedy!
This should be a day of remembrance, not of hatred for the ignoble acts
the wicked committed, but would God accept unkindness instead of merciful deeds?
They called it another day of infamy,
and like Pearl Harbor we were taken by surprise;
that was an attack aimed at the military,
but on September 11 the terrorists attacked the civilians!
It seemed like lightning striking down sturdy trees,
and then fire broke out with smoke trails of a thousands feet;
" O my God! ", every employee screamed...quickly running down
the stairs engulfed by fire...causing an indescribable chaos everywhere!
" Take my hand, I will lead you to safety! " the firefighter said to the coughing woman.
" Hold onto my arm! " the policeman yelled out to the frail man,
who had dropped his eyeglasses and couldn't see!
Every firefighter and policeman acted like them, rescuing many without fearing death;
and hundreds of them, that awful morning, never returned home alive...
what a tragedy for their families that watched in horror and couldn't help!
Who wouldn't remember the courage of their noble and willing hearts?
And furthermore, who wouldn't engrave their valorous names on plaques and monuments?
Up above, by the gates of Paradise...Christ and His Father awaited them to accept their souls;
while archangels surrounding God's throne, sung hymns that humans couldn't sing...
those hymns that all the earthly heroes will sing with them when Heaven mourns again!
Their portraits, pictures and memorabilia hang above the fireplaces,
and on the decorated walls of the victims' homes, precincts and firehouses;
how could anybody take them down as they were worthless items?
Prize them more than gold or diamonds, o friends grieving that tremendous loss even today;
don't hate those who caused you sorrow and unbearable pain, be forgiving and show mercy...
as God does toward us; o friends remember your heroes for their valor and sacrifice!
My poem is dedicated to the victims and survivors of the September 11 attacks on America.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Let me tell you a sad story, a true story . . .
Maybe some of my facts are not exactly right on,
maybe some of my dates are off, but the story is true.
In another time under the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi
Party, millions deemed undesirable were murdered, including children.
Imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps and extermination camps or were
shot or hanged. The first extermination of prisoners took place in the
month of September, 1941. Those not killed in gas chambers died
of starvation, forced labour, disease, self-inflicted death, and medical
experiments. Prisoners were forced to staff the gas chambers, After they
were dead the bodies were burned in ovens or tossed into pits like garbage.
They had stripped them of their clothes, stripped them of all dignity.
Piles of shoes, clothing, eyeglasses, suitcases even baby things taken.
Today these things are in museums to honor forever the millions of dead.
Hundreds of Germans staffed the camps but only 12% have been convicted
of war crimes. Auschwitz was liberated on January 27, 1945 but most of
the population had been evacuated and sent on a death march. All this,
was in another time. Hopefully the world has learned from this horrific
time in history. Black and white pictures of unimaginable scenes are
witness of what happened during the years, 1933 to 1945. But, the scenes
leave me weeping and weeping for those who suffered in the Holocaust.
I saw an image-
of a women with children walking-
death was their journey's end
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Re-write from July 14, 2016
(Weeping Still)
Pince- Nez....I asked ,whats that? Eyeglasses ,he proposed..For your nose. They
have no handles. For a lads,I asked? Or for lasses? He answered. No!..They are just glasses for
lads or lasses. Only thing they have no Stems, matters not, a her or a him.!
GETTING TOO OLD
Her story told by old charts, scattered, water-drenched.
Portholes all broken, shaft and screw missing : a wreck ,
Grounded on concrete platform like an old man sitting on bench,
Battered funnel, broken hawsers, holes in deck.
Tell you stories about the old days when he mattered.
Eyeglasses cracked. Some say he has a screw loose :
Old man on a bench, like a ship in dry dock, rust splattered,
Battered hat, torn trousers, holes in shoes.
Endured war sagas at the siege of Malta,
Braved storms in the Bering Sea - ice cold,
Saw exotic island sunsets in Straits of Malacca,
With cargoes varied, they traveled the world.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for Matt Caliri’s Contest “Write A Backwards Poem”
"Know that Christ is always with you,
TO: those who got their first boo-boo
Those who want to win a race
Those who want to pass the driving test
Those who want to pass the final exam
Those who want to graduate from the class/school
Those who want to pass the Spelling Bee
Those who want to make their family proud in the school recital
Those who don't want to be scared of their first haircut
Those who want to tough out for their dental appointment
Those who hope their appearance won't change much with their new eyeglasses
Those who hope their appearance won't change much after the cancer treatment
Those who hope that they get the new job/position
Those who repeatedly fall back to their old ways and habits
Those who are lost in sin and feel that they are beyond hope
Those who are deep in the shadows and that they are alone
Those who regret things that they may have said or done and are too proud
Those who are despondent because of a loss and have a need to fill the void
Those who are despondent because of a loss and are now unable to forgive
Those who feel unloved, unwanted, hated, despised, and so forth
Those who are infirmed
Those who are disabled
Those who are old
Those who want some company because they're lonely
Those who are fighting their personal demons and mental issues
Those who are suicidal for whatever reason
Those who were told that they had no medical hope
And to those who never had the opportunity to personally know him ...
HAPPY EASTER
C H R I S T H A S R I S E N
and He is with you, now and forever, Amen...
~~~~~~~~~
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Love always," ... by the Poet.
A small man, yet standing tall,
eyeglasses so large by far.
Here with us laughter was your call,
always fiddling with your cigar.
Semi straight face, twinkle of an eye,
you told it like it was.
When God called ypu up to the sky,
someone special he took from us.
I remember your T.V. show,
you had such unique talent.
Burns and Allen we came to know,
many famous moments spent.
Talking on and on whether wrong or right,
Gracy was a gal that glowed.
An end of a special goodnight,
that was the Burns and Allen show.
One more thing to put it right,
all should come to see.
Those famous words, "Gracey say goodnight,"
and that great, "Oh God," movie.
Is it fair that youth is beauty
That the best we can ever be
Is before we are twenty three
Why can't a wrinkle be sexy
Who says grey hairs are icky
Contact lenses are too tricky
Comfort and ease of eyeglasses
Tri focal eyeglasses
But why, but how, when
Did youth escape and old fogey begin
The burden of life's responsibilities
The worry of offspring indeed
The need for success
The desire to impress
That weather our smooth silky skin
Into worn leather feel rough and thin
Tooth loss and baldness
Nose hairs and body aches
Disease and numbness
Hot flashes and body shakes
Dimming of senses
Enlargement of ears
Shrinking by inches
New things are fears
Tired blood and blue veins
Forgetting whats her name
Corns and bunions
Yelling at them youngins
Jello instead of steak
Maalox replaces milkshakes
Eat dinner at four asleep by nine
Can't believe the speed of time
Is it fair that youth is beauty
Why can't being old be better
Then aches from change of weather
To using a cain instead of raising it
Gumming a steak until you can't spit
Just think how sexy you will be
If you finally reach forty three
Lets change our perspective
Not be so narrowly selective
Enough of the smooth shapely firm
Cute bouncing buns we had and yearn
Let's hear it for the pale faded
Wrinkled saggy way nature made it
Posteriors of the more mature crowd
On second thought without my glasses
Youth is beauty
Enjoy while its yours