Best Few And Far Between Poems
The little mouse is scrolling
as the ocean waves are rolling
and they beckon me to come down to the sea
The screen before me glowing
while outside the flowers growing
have a fragrance that is calling out to me
The keyboard keeps me busy
at the same time I am dizzy
yet the birdsongs out my window sound so sweet
While the gigabytes are loading
my poor eyeballs are exploding
and the circulation doesn’t reach my feet
One last video, I say
then another makes its way
interrupting my intentions to go out
One more minute, then I’ll quit
one more hour, here I sit
I’ve forgotten just what life is all about
There is work and there is play
but somewhere along the way
all my play times are so few and far between
Push a button, L O L
while my spirit goes to hell
as I live my cyber life upon a screen
I still feel the pain
I remember the past- as I'm looking back
and I still can't believe it's true...
it's hard for even me, to believe,
the things that have happened to me
I'm alive today, I try to forget it all
but, some days are just too much...
at times...horrific memories come 'round
and they just keep haunting me
Chorus
A child shouldn't see blood...or feel such pain,
A child should never, ever...feel such suffering
There were days, I thought that my life, was at it's end
Even today-I still feel the pain...
even though, I know...I'm not to blame
I raise my eyes to the skies, and pray for better days
'cause they're so few, and far between
God knows, that it snows, inside my soul
for all the sadness, that I've seen
Well, I still live in fear-feel the danger's still near
although I don't see anyone there
I look to the time, when I'll find, peace of mind
with no more reasons, to feel scared
Chorus
A child shouldn't see blood...or feel such pain,
A child should never, ever...feel such suffering
There were days, I thought that my life, was at it's end
Even today-I still feel the pain...
even though, I know...I'm not to blame
Even today...
I still feel the pain...
even though...
I know...
I'm not to blame...
even though...
I know...
I'm not to blame.
John Derek Hamilton
October 31,2019
He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam
Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation
All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory
Smiles like his have become few and far between
isolated showers -
words of appreciation
few and far between
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Sponsor Brian Strand
Posted December 2022
Tesla’s mind, A kinetic, static attic filled to the brim;
With magical ease he displayed his energy laboratory.
In centrifugal dance, grey matter clogs to universal energy; round and round, resounding souls spew forth from Tesla tricks.
Burning holes in his soul’s pockets; creativity never sleeps. On the astral mind mingles with hyperactive atoms; their playtime, births a genius.
Tesla mind, like Einstein’s mind; a conglomerate of power, imprisoned by temporary mortality and oh, the miraculous echoes upon the ethers, eternally.
Science is a spoiled child; a self-limiting ego. The greatest minds go far beyond it. Answers sought, eluded by egoist, viral limitations; are potentially, forever lost. Tesla mind will present them, in another future.
Tucked up for a night in a cold, black hole; Tesla mind tricks await their next performance on planet Earth. Who will see and hear the static charge; that’ll manifest future miracles? Who will realize what they’ll witness?
Tesla mind’s bunk mates are few and far between; ego never recognizes genius, in its own time.
So few and far between are those who for others have consideration
Men who will sacrifice themselves for another without hesitation
Not for the praise or a reward, no desire for any kind of commendation
Choices made simply from the heart, they are in fact an inspiration
Our world could be such a beautiful place if more had their dedication
Truly divine individuals, humble and selfless without need for validation
You are champions to us all; I proclaim this with no reservation
These men known to us as US Soldiers, they bring our family’s great jubilation
For they live by a code of ethics of which their actions are the biggest indication
If not for their self-sacrifice the feeling would be great sadness rather than elation
For the loved ones of heroes lost, we express great sadness for your tribulation
Some face a long road to recovery these Hero’s body’s riddled with devastation
Their noble actions have brought from the masses nothing but admiration
Although they would tell you different, from their peers this is the collaboration
Thank you for being true to your hearts despite all temptation
You are truly respected for going beyond any expectation
There are no words that can begin to express the appreciation
You have given everyone the opportunity for great celebration
If we all could be half the man you are can you imagine the ramification
True Heroes now and forever to be part of your identification
Well, it's back to the sillies I go
This serious stuff is hurting my brain
If you notice I'm being serious again
Admonish me, must be totally insane
Must maintain my “silly” status
Or I'll totally fade away from the scene
“D'ya hear bout a guy who walked into a bar”
Sorry! Well you know what I mean
My humour's more of a cerebral nature
Yah right! Who am I trying to kid?
I'm down with all the rest of those guys
An image I could never get rid
Satirical, slapstick or self-deprecating
Puns creeps in now and then
Not what you'd call that high brow stuff
A hit with my P-Soup friends
Well hopefully I've got my point across
Though I might write a “serious” again
But they'll be rare, few and far between
A great big relief for my brain
© Jack Ellison 2013
* Wrote this one a while back *
Another day gone
I come home
And see you standing there
Arms open wide
You hold me like
I've been away for years
Moon light glow
First thing I know
your touch takes me away
Love so sweet
Leading me
Right through heaven's gates
It's out of this world
What you do to me
Angels like you
Are few and far between
No one else on earth
Loves me like you girl
Your rush is out of this world
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This Isn’t What I Expected
Lusty-eyed dreams,
Broken nightmares,
This is what it has risen from the cream,
This is not what I’d wished to fare,
Yet, I’m the bad one,
The one who no one loved,
But, that’s not why I’m done,
The one who no one loved,
Literally, I’m few—and far between,
Figuratively, I’m he who haunt the tragic scene,
For, I am a teenage failure awaiting being seen,
As, I sit and read, and read, and read this screen,
The cursor dancing in rhythm,
At such steady pace,
Marching to the beat of its own rhythm,
Oh, Quite, Unlike, my own race,
Scurrying, Scarcely, Scurried,
Flee, Fled, Fleeting,
This is what I’ve amounted to—hurried,
Nothing more than a wasted—mass.
Good guys never destroy;
it’s simply, not in their nature.
Good guys are preservationists;
you won’t find them in governments;
they never aspire to control anyone.
They give till it hurts and then, give more;
they often fade into eternity;
unknowns and much loved by everyone.
Good guys don’t care about money, fame or power;
they love, and that’s more than enough for them.
Good guys are angels in a mortal shell;
few and far between; they live, too finite lives.
When you meet a good guy; you hold favor with God.
The source blesses lives, with good guys;
the teachers to whom few seem,
to listen to or learn from.
It’s the ultimate gift to know a
good guy.
It was a mid-December night
In the wee hours
The house was dead quiet
With the flick of a switch
The Christmas tree
Came to life in all its splendor
That’s when Mooney
Trudged along with an awkward gait
Graceful days long gone
Showing signs of a long life
Hurting with something
Maybe nothing but age
I couldn’t sleep
So I sat up by the tree
Calling the cat to my lap
She came in total surrender
This would surely be
Her last Christmas
We sat there her and I
Both knowing the end was near
And precious moments such as these
May be few and far between
The late night snowfall
Made the scene so surreal
This is surely what heaven is like
Souls melding without a word
Posted on May 16, 2018
Where do you find the right girl,
When you feel like going on a date?
They're so few and far between,
It seems that way of late.
Girls are funny creatures,
Who give men fits all the time.
"You can't live with or without them",
Or, so goes the rhyme.
Smart girls are too picky,
Thinking they know it all.
They often look at you from their pedestal,
Trying to make you feel small.
Pretty girls are a real treat,
Except for their fashion sense.
They will wear the mottliest of clothes,
Sometimes, it makes you wince.
Ugly girls are hard to date,
I'm going to tell you why.
They say beauty is only skin deep,
But, that's difficult to believe when you look them in the eye.
Dumb girls are the best to date,
You can tell them anything.
They believe every word without hesitation,
Never, ever, questioning.
So, I'll look for a dumb girl,
To take out on a date or two.
And if she's pretty or smartens up along the way,
Well...that would be alright, too!
The big heart of the person who cares, gives and receives.
The caring of doing without being told, the goodness of his deeds.
The pleasantness of his tranquility prevails carrying him his love.
The love that person has goes without dues, for they ask for nothing.
The compassion's takes him or her to heights unknown, though rewards
Are few and far between, for instilled into them are good paths.
Its just what one has been taught into them knowing right or wrongs.
Mothers and fathers, nourished them little and growing. the praying kept.
The praying just what you or I have asked for in a person.
Yet the smile he or she carries exemplifies, willingness.
He or she, the unsung hero inspiring and right over your shoulders.
You just never realized they stood right behind you right all along.
The praying of a hero, benevolent what you just have searched.
That's a true hero and the coming of an age of a hero leading.
The benevolent factor weighs in, carries today and for life all without ending.
Not Conservative or Liberal
By Franklin Price
1/31/2016
Not Conservative or Liberal by definition cannot be.
The former wants tradition and the latter change to see.
The world is not the way it was, this country's not the same
As even twenty years ago, yet both parties play the game.
The population's doubled, at least it's nearly so.
We're fighting war on terror now; not a country that we know.
Manufacturing mostly off shore, computers run this place,
Old jobs are few and far between, education's a disgrace.
The expense of staying healthy is prohibitive today.
No family doctor cures, expensive specialists the way.
Christian preachers millionaires; now what could that be for?
Christ taught to help the needy and give something to the poor
The almighty dollar, is the God, of many I must say,
There's panic when the market falls 'cause God might go away.
Change has reared it's ugly head . It has since World War Two
We cannot turn the clock back now; it's quite impossible to do.
We need to work together from our Constitution's base
That's why our founding fathers put this paper in its place
Interpreted much differently, as required over time
To not do so for changes now would be a federal crime
The Constitution, by definition, is the tradition we should use
As the basis for the changes we must make or we will lose
This great country, so confused, maybe has lost its way
We the people, who are the government, must vote and have a say
Now is the time to be involved. Iowa's the first to test us all
We can sit home in PJ's or get ready for our call
Can't keep our voices quiet; must rant and rave and fuss
We must cast our vote when our time comes, or jump off the moving bus.
My memories of my childhood days are few and far between,
My lucky number seven and my favourite colour green.
Banality of daily life was there for mice and men,
But nothing really matters much when at the age of ten.
I loved to ride my bicycle, go swimming in the lake.
I went to birthday parties, eating jelly, ice cream, cake.
Remember loving sausages and hating cold green beans,
But food was swapped for dating by the time I hit my teens.
By adulthood my life was marred by being mediocre,
I’d spend my time in pubs and bars, drink beer, play nine card poker.
My parents feared my devilry would not be just a blip,
My father came from Ireland so proposed I took a trip.
He said the memories that I’d have would stay with me forever.
I went. I never thought it, but my dad was very clever.
Irish whisky, Guinness, Smithwick’s, Bailey’s Irish Cream,
They tasted so divine I drank myself into a dream.
My dad no longer talks to me which isn’t very nice,
I listened to him after all and heeded his advice.
The memories that I’m laying down will always make me smile.
The legacy he left for me. The dear old Emerald Isle.