Best Fairing Poems
Coffee~
Cherry,
Woodroast,
Dairy,
Crew crops-
berrying...
Due drops-
swearing-
Simulated over-wearing,
and the asymmetric comparing...
It's done with us and fairing,
that we no longer do anything for jerry.
Who would ever have thought
When written words would finally speak
Topics in form when stanza's script
In the hope two poets finally meet
Then the prospect of writing together
From eight thousand miles, airing
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Appraising such, poetry sharing
Who would ever have thought
Touching down, we're finally here
Now seeing a wall of smiling faces
Not here, she soon to me appears
Soon, caring to sharing fairing
Driving through the lush countryside
From eight thousand miles, airing
Knowing our futures now in decide
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Hearing the sounds of tiny feet.
SHE:
I leave you with this bleeding verses,
The stone that will kill you shall not be far from you.
The fly that will breed maggoting maggots on you
Shall not wait until you fall on bed of sorrow.
You have eaten the fruit which I fail to give you in a hurry, so shall your life be taken away in a hurry.
Do not look for me when a cry of a child is not heard in your abode, because you brought this sin on yourself, water that a child pours on his body does not make him feel cold; yes, I have spoken!
In the ears of this sinful night have I leave this sinful words on you, go and make yourself a bleeding life.
HE:
Even strong men struggle with their lives, a sick night
Does not need to be asked how he is fairing, and how well he is, but when looking at his darkness, you will know that all is not well with him.
We dance only for the gods of sexuality every night,
Taking that which rightfully belongs to a man is not a sin, and the gods bear me witness that I have not sin against you and humanity; it is tradition!
Rant! Rant!! And keep ranting for all I care; for what I have eaten, I have eaten, and nothing shall change it.
SHE:
This tree shall stand against you forever in judgement,
Your footstep shall become your cripple enemy.
Hear me under the cover of this motherly sky; the sky that bears the pains of women in love and affection,
You shall cry one day and go on your kneels begging
For forgiveness and then shall I mock you more.
I speak and I speak, for taking away my woman,
There shall be no cry of a baby in your home!
HE:
Be quiet! You are breaking the ears of the night with your song of folly.
If you can't have a stone for a fowl, you can have it for a turkey.
Yes, men will always have their way whether good or bad, women as a weaker vessel will always cry.
Now go tell your stupidity to the morning yet to come.
If your womb bears a fruit, tell your people I am not responsible as the father.
Go for your stupidity is as cruel as the bleeding of your words.
Read from Johnchizobavincent mall
Litrarymall.blogspot.com
People ask me how I'm fairing
I say I'm fine by just declairing
One single tear a day
I cry my love silently away
One single tear that's all
For a memory I may recall
One single tear bereft
Of happiness and hope that left
One single tear for her
The one who made my heart to soar
( for Paula Swanson's Tear contest )
In the night, all is dark, when the moon can't be seen
when cool air blows lightly, though cooler still it seems
Not a soul in sight nothing living to be found
not even the waves dare to make their crashing sound
When the ocean is silent, when the bay beckons sleep
not even the willows then dare to weep
for tonight is the night the ships go to sleep
Across the waving beachgrass, and through the deadly peaceful night
lies a bay of silenced memories, in a hazy fog of light
here all sea fairing vessels go, when their adventures have gone dry
And so this is the place, the sacred place, where the ships go to die
Fall’s felicitous red herring —
the mystery of leaves morphing.
The autumnal applause fairing.
Verdant heat and daylight dwarfing.
The horologic ticker chimes,
as lines are drawn on pumpkins patched.
Gramps, it’s apple picking time.
The scarecrow’s wise with balding thatch.
Forensic crisp of maple leaves —
children foolishly blinded by
the crimson and yellow dervish
heap...how quickly green does die.
Snowy bonnet soon covers plot —
arthritically profound.
The creaky ice of knees and knots
embellish the grownups’ playground.
Sought are the days of yesteryear —
chirping of birds and childhood friends,
standing aloft swing with no fear,
ascending where sunlight transcends.
9/22/2019
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can you see me?
im probably staring
reading all your subtleties
pondering, how are you fairing
why am I caring?
not just a question solo, a pairing
when one asks the other
the answer is wearing
instead of details, or something so particular
take chance to set your stance
to look past the base curricular
when i had it in my head
whats before me was lost
so i sit thoughtless and the process
came creeping like frost
realizations colder than
the tenth of December
a fraction or sliver
turned to silver or better
cause the hint not from squinting
or what someones response is
i can relate in a way
that forces me to be conscious
25cc Moped
The 25cc moped was so very cool
It had a two stroke 25cc engine
A full body fairing with space
Under the seat for the rider’s helmet
Was fitted with bright LED lights
And a neon digital display for the speed
Not to mention a comfy green double seat
The off road tires were big and chunky
And the body was painted blue
All in all this moped was cool
Even if illegal on most roads
The engine was just too small
But it was fine for the sticker said:
125cc and nobody questioned the lie
Allowing me to ride my moped
Wherever I wanted
At a top speed of 30mph
To whizz on by
from Side of the Hill – Varied Poems... Nick Armbrister
To live without a poem
Is like life without form,
Poetry is my gene
Intoxicating me like gin,
When my mind becomes ballistic,
I pick up my pen to become realistic,
I will starve greatly if I don't write daily.
I wonder how some are fairing
When they live without daily writing,
Meditation and perpetual reading.
Poetry is a mirror
That exposes societal horror
To live without a poem
Is a life without form.
In the deep chambers of thought came an idea of the optimal comfortable personal transport vehicle.
An extremely extraordinary craft using off world bio medium technology, with alloys making it highly tactical and strategical.
The outer core increases in strength as it absorbs, stores and release large amounts of controlled connectic energy.
It repairs any hull compromising conditions and works in conjunction with the body in complete synergy.
This amazing out of this world technology can automatically mold to protect a human body against foreign debris from the feet to the cranium.
As energy is collected, controlled and can be released on call constructed of off world material called Vibranium.
A simple water-based compound that can lightly be sprayed on anything which makes it invisible is called Viewayium.
It glides through space, air, water and time without disturbing one molecule which is called transmutable technology but leaves a sweet hint of strawberry geranium.
The time for a dramatic shift is on the rise, ever elevating becoming a space fairing society and my ship will be at the forefront.
Before opposing such a highly technically advanced ship, one should think it over, reconsider, stop, drop and punt.
They twinkle so bright late into the night
Guide sea fairing men like a blazing light
For centuries man has stopped to admire
The breathtaking glimmer, a streak on fire
Though one may try to keep a count
Their numbers seem to continue to mount
They seem to lift ones spirits high
Wondrous lights that dot the evening sky
Glow and shimmer they beckon us near
Though man can visit their atmosphere
Try as he may to catch the lights
They run to be free they take to flight
So let us admire them from afar
It twinkles and glows a beautiful star
As still as night, her heart aghast,
she pondered of her fellow's fairing,
for word had spread of his capture.
She dreamt of blooming meadows past,
as butterfly spies enrapture
lunch baskets and laughter sharing.
Alas, now shadows are glaring.
A fugitive, she never knew,
throughout each lovely rendezvous,
a swindler with another life
abandoned children and a wife!
Disheartening, the aftermath!
Lo, upon their cobblestone path,
a sennight long, tears filled a bath.
Then yonder from the fog he came,
with perplexing news to proclaim.
From a journey far he'd returned,
and all the while his bowels churned,
consoling greiving family,
yearning for her like no other.
The outlaw that she thought was he,
was his long estranged twin brother!
1-19-2020
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filled with emotions hollow, forced to go through the motions, never caring for the commotion. Fairing like a flame in the marsh, no hope to claim. wandering without aim. are my parents to blame? How many people feel the same?
Feeling so harsh, so brazen, hatin the flow, life feels too slow, eyeing the hope like a crow. Future like a tree fell, as the tears well, and they call our final bell, Too painful to tell, filling up every cell.
Waiting for the reaper's scythe, pondering this life, watching my only friend the knife. Will they mourn the lost life, the worn spirit? Was this my destiny since I was born, to feel forlorn, to be so torn?
So why, why not die, why continue to try?
Are you afraid you'll fry? Can you not fly? Is it too soon to say goodbye?
Let's be sincere, we don't belong here, our best possible career is to serve beer. Go home to our dear, live in our house of fear, and when the end comes well silently cheer.
And after we pass, some believe that will be met by 72 a lass, some think we will simply meet our end, nothing around the bend, a few believe that saints await at the pearly gates, but no one is ever sure about what waits behind the fates.
Feeling so harsh, so brazen, hatin the flow, life feels too slow, eyeing the hope like a crow. Future like a tree fell, as the tears well, and they call our final bell, Too painful to tell, filling up every cell.
We go through our lives, presenting Broadway with a faux smile, half-hearted foes, just waiting for the close,
Is this really the life we chose? Filled with more cons than pros. Please let it all be some sort of hoax. Each morning coaxed out of sleep, and we weep. The sadness creeps into our hope. We lose our ability to cope.
And as the knot slides, the death of a thought Tears caught, soon we will rot
I could not hold it in
Not for one more second
This matter takes precedence
Life was not sitting right with me
It was not fairing well in the one place it should
To be so easily set aside
Given the cold shoulder
In the one place that is a haven
A place of peace, love, and unity
This place is suppose to feel warm and cozy
Like hot chocolate on a winter’s day
The kind of warmth that feels good to the soul
This place was to be my place of mental rest
My place of comfort, happiness and friendship
Instead it feels like torture
Is this what I deserved
Is this what anyone deserves
I laid in my bed
Pondering over just what to do
To render myself free
To find my place
Where am I to go
Where do I belong if I don’t belong here
Who will hear my plea
Then suddenly
Someone heard my plea and they were there to help
To rescue me
It was a delivery better than I could have ever asked for
It was my place in life
My haven
My everything
All it took was a heartfelt ear an a dose of patience
An I am no longer at the breaking point but, rather the point of no return and there is
no turning back.
I have come to give you life;
Don't be foolish be wise;
Be careful for nothing;
Somethings are fairing;
Don't be afraid
Ashamed of your wrong choices;
You have the power to change;
Renew your mind, heart voices;
Be sincere mercies graces intents;
Forgives when you submit, just sincerely commit
Stop being weary... justRepent
6/17/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©