Best Fares Poems
Critics
Wrote a poem in the sand,
Wonder how it fares if left alone,
Will it bear on its own merits
Or juxtapose by meddling hands,
Meantime, sun-dries it again,
Wind shifts it broad and thin,
Indelible puddles left by rain,
Sand critters pop out and in,
A boy and his ball rolls along,
With a long sigh, looks on down,
Builds a sandcastle then leaves,
Ebbtide gone, flood tide flows cleanly,
I returned, stood and discern,
Comme ci, comme ca, c'est la vie.
14th line English translated from French, "Like this, like that, that is life."
05/09/2019
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old poems, FREE VERSE (003)
~~Poet Destroyer A
My Heart Better Fares . . .
The heart better fares you say when it cowers
not so all sails deployed you chartered a
relentless course for my heart but it was not
the intended stir in me you caused for
of such love games devoid I desperately try
to avoid any and all encounters you seek
and if your sea weathered banner sends
me scampering, it is because you see,
as I regretfully but so bluntly need to say,
I neither wished nor relished your forceful
attention and do gladly welcome the sight
of your disappearing flag.
For all the young girls and women out there
who feel they have become the source of
relentless, forceful, and unwelcome attention,
try to be kind, but stay strong and stand your ground.
it's my best friends wedding day
there goes the bouquet
her attire is entirely striking
his cloth gets a scoff
"I do."
my hands consume
"I do."
rage is the room
"you may kiss the bride."
there goes my mind
where?
i can't say where
but it hides
i... am...not... okay with... this...
i've splattered my dress
the colour has me obsessed
what a mess i digest
I tie the knot
around his neck
now, she's gotta love me best
the life is spewing out of him
he fares limb
his fingers will be torn apart from the Earth
that ring will not be his
my best friends wedding is today
i throw the bouquet
News of our examination results cheered us
Long wait we accommodated
Anticipation tinged with fuss
As anxiety our minds intimidated
Speculated
Doubting the truth
Anxiety accumulated
Sometimes sliding us South
Beside a destination to dreamland
Expecting the best
Assuming a TCZ brand
For a while could rest
Till to our disbelief
News filtered catching us unawares
Scratching on our heads the consternation kerchief
Whose fares, flares and glares
Became insignificant because with joy our hearts leapt
As reality pricked the doubt
That crept and swept
Bulk of the clout
Hitherto intact
Briefly shaken
To impact
Brethren without a reason crestfallen
Until facts filtered and altered
Scenarios where doubt dwelt
When facts our self esteem flattered
As collection of result transcript became reality well spelt.
My ticket punched, the fares been paid,
a train sits waiting, rails now laid
My ticket punched, the past on hold,
a future scorned, the present bold
My ticket punched, the whistle blows,
its light shines distant, truth aglow
My ticket punched, a burning thirst,
a heart to quench—new tracks in search
(Villanova Station: March, 2017)
The era has many glorious phases and faces
when it began on the fall of the Roman empire
Age of Darkness seized war and fire
and time stirred diverse cultures and races
Different flavors were tasted at the end of the story
Commerce and knowledge became Europe's glory
but division of Germanic tribes was Roman's fall
and many emperor’s responded to religion's call
From Clovis to Louis was Christianism
Monks lives and prays in their monasteries
Socio-political systems such as manorialism and feudalism
gave way for peace and order to avoid miseries
The knights are nobilities that needs to pass every ordeal
with passion, poise, bravery, and their will
to fight for their king, their land, and their brothers
no matter how far or how hard the battle offers
In closing of another chapter in history
the Church plans to retrieve their Holy Land
from the Muslim Turks they'll fight hand in hand
Pope Urban II leads the Crusade that led to tragedy
Children were used to touch hearts of stones
but it was the road for them to loose their soul and bones
There were nine crusades that were executed
but none of which did the land exalted
The effects are the weakening of feudalism
and the Church was shadowed with criticism
but it paved way for the innovation of agricultural technology
from conserving water to wind energy
The rise of the trade industry
strengthen the European economy
Fares are conducted by the feudal lords
traders are selling foods, arts, and swords
Truly, the Medieval Time will leave a trace
in history and in every human race
It became the cornerstone of the eras after
A foundation for another stone to be smoother
Basic geometry’s based on four axioms,
Something that many kids study in school,
But a fifth axiom’s needed to prove it all,
This is where things start in getting real cool.
Really this axiom sounds very theorem like
Many have tried just to prove that it’s so
Math is not science though, stunningly math’s pure thought,
No underpinnings suggest where to go.
Science is tied to the world where we find ourselves
Math seems to find itself on other planes
Yet in creation math finds applications new
Funny how much mathematics explains
Love’s exegesis resists like fifth axiom
Should be much simpler, still it just is
Minds get all blurry when sniffing its trail bizarre
Alternates pop up like girls in show biz.
So if you find yourself stewing in limbo’s pot,
Give her a slide rule for Christmas this year,
Sure to last longer than roses or candy will
Then on Christ’s Birthday buy pizza and beer.
Good which we give ourselves to seems to multiply
Friendship, geometry, love fares the same
Love’s future story line ties us to God’s heart strings
God’s mathematics! Erased is all blame.
Brian Johnston
November 24, 2014
No Mickey, Minnie, or Goofy- no Jimmy The Cricket
The spirit of Sodom is Gomorrah...what I see is plain "Wicked"
Neon lit buildings and business bright nights...
A terse description of 8th Ave - I see somethings not right
Jailbait pimps fishing for girlish age bodies
Port of Authority freaks craving school boy young hotties
A bunco, a scam - the cards of "Monte" are three...
White kids from Jersey seeking fake/fresh Ids
Cabbies waiting for fares/get their plates/it's too late
Little courtesy or English and overpriced rates
Electronic stores, you have restaurants; a myriad of stands
that vend snacks
You can have a wad roll of money, yet still looked at if Black
The Homeless Are Human, it's the truth not conjecture
It seems to keep them sans housing gives Midtown its texture
Fleabag hotels are great bargains/I've heard there's four legged pests
You've paid your money - there's danger, but you still can't have guests
Mounted units, Blue grunts to keep the rich ones protected
The last Toe Tag said "No One", why wasn't that crime detected?
A Vagrant says that he's hungry to everyone that he greets
You can't see the flame touch the Pyrex/it's the crack that he eats
On the trains I see animals, sometimes you'd think a new species
Most of those stations need cleaning....in my sight Human Feces
Poetiq visions/my heart troubled/ I had no choice but expound
It goes down daily in the Crab Apple/New York City....Midtown
Going to America
“One’s country is the country where one fares best.”
Greek Proverb
It was from there to here
Nowhere near, my dear
And, from here to there
It would appear
We could never quite clear.
So to stay back there was a life of drudge and fear
And to move out was to cut the chord so dear.
We dream a trip from there to here,
It is far, nowhere near, we fly to another sphere
But we are determined to go on, to persevere
We overcome all obstacles and trounce fear.
But, on occasion, we forget and yearn for the old home
We drift into forbidden territory
The land we left to search and wonder
Gets hold of our heart, the tears flow, we regret and worry.
Stay back with a steady job year after year
Or move out and get lost, or labor up in towers, fields or ships,
Work in mines or machines that press and grind or crush and bind
Get lost in books or prayers and see the Truth come near
Earning respect, wisdom, friends, some cash and cheer.
No earthly power could commandeer the heart
That seeks and strives and then wipes that diamond tear.
So, we are here, my dear – we’ll never disappear
We made a choice and we’ll keep it to the capstone year.
How nice
that our lieders could not to live forever.
You just imagine
what happened our world for
if our immortal comrades
might electing himself
handred and handred times
for presidency.
Only think, dear,
what happenned around,
if our national leader
will create innumerous tandems,
constitutions and rules
for legitimace eternal presidency,
will printed
in the memory of generations and generations,
as a superman and superstar
on the various horses,
on the countless planes and jets
in the countless submarins,
on the countless Siberian rivers
with naked proudly torse
in present time
(and naked soul and batress on future retrospect)
on the spacerships and warships,
on the fares corner of space,
with sombrero on head
and without it
on the wing of Saturn,
as a golden giant stature
in the deserts of Asia,
and so on, so on
your exellency and your majesty,
till the completely crackdown
of heaven.
Thank you, my Lord
for sharp limitation
such maddening plays
and replications
from our rulers.
A darker song reaches skin and bone,
On panel streets fading steely gray,
Long and far, I fear you are gone.
Dark clouds are melting in time,
Touching the days of humid spring,
A heat-wave dancing too far within.
The mirror speaks, “You are now alone!”
While asleep you cast a fated twin.
Careless to say this is not forever,
Under the night, eyes stretch like leather.
Missing you now, my breath goes astray,
You beckon me here to capture the fray,
Only to see you gone from my view,
With less than hope, I go my own way.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
Spicewood
The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and behind,
Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,
It is the first, homeliest thing of all--
At the sight of it, that lad that by it fares,
Whistles afresh his foolish town-caught aires--
A thing so honey-colored, and so tall!
It is as though the young-Year ere he pass,
To the white riot of the cherry tree,
Would fain accustom us, or here, or there,
To his new sudden ways with bough and grass.
So starts with what is humble, plain to see,
And all familiar as a cup, a chair.
"That's been tampered with, quite obviously too."
"But it's all I've got mate, until the next one comes through."
It's a bit of a joke, cruel as well.
I'm taking my one pound ten straight down to ell'.
S**t I've passed my stop, quickly press the bell.
Hey Fred, if there's free bus fares down there, do tell.
Once upon a time, I used to live,
In pain, tears and misery.
Dining and wining in sin:
Growing fatter on what kills.
I thought I was sane, like twas real,
But I was kidding: I was death's prey.
Then it came, on an innocent dawn:
Who's to come to make me his son.
Thought at first, twas a lion's den.
Then just next, he is the lion in the den.
He gave me all I could scarce think of,
Now tell me, how crazy you won't love such.
I love him from the breath of the hay:
When it heave a sigh, crafting bredth of the day.
Like the clouds and sky, in love sway,
Such that none could part their ways.
Such is my love : growing all day,
Come winter and summer, I love Jesus all the way.
Come all Who're lost in the fares of life:
Enclosed in the labyrinth of the intricacy of strife.
Jesus will not only show you the way to life,
He'll also, teach you how to survive.
I love Jesus, Love you Jesus,
Love you more than I can think of.
19:08:22:07:29
WORD:
Upon
life's journey
of many paths
you will come across
many forks in the road.
Choose wisely, says the Bible.
The one walking with the wise will
become wise, but the one who wastes his
time dealing with the stupid fares badly.
Keep these words in mind and do not be blinded.
Hold fast to your integrity, let the world see
you walk the path of righteousness with clear conscience.
Who cares?
Whom fares this sea?
See, hear the tongues lashing.
Forces clashing in every mind:
love blind