Best Filled Poems
In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar,
Were jazz and jive spill from ajar,
We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars,
And speak in verses, raw and without pause.
The city breathes, a living, pulsing beat,
Its heart a drum, its voice a saxophone,
We weave through streets, our words a rhythmic feat,
In its sync with life yet distinctly our own.
We are scribes of midnight's whispered tales,
Our ink, the dreams that dance in smokey air,
Each line is a track on which our spirit sails,
A journey deep, beyond the skin, we dare.
So let us write, with passion as our guide,
Some beat poems, where truths cannot slide.
Then we'll take a carpet ride,
Sail across space standing side by side.
How special is a Christmas filled with the delight
of children as they rush down to the decorated tree
after having barely slept through the entire night.
Sweet anticipation on their faces all can see,
for they can’t wait to tear the wrapping off their gifts with glee.
How special is a Christmas filled with love and peace
as One born in a humble stable with reverence we recall.
Oh, that joy in all the world might finally increase
as we remember Him, an infant once so small
Who grew into the mighty Lord Who died to save us all.
How special is a Christmas filled with fun and song,
with jingle bells and sugar cookies and fireplaces’ glow.
Oh, that generosity were more than just one season long
and that the Christmas spirit inside us all would grow
so God’s love manifested all the world would know!
Written Christmas Eve 2022
for Emile Pinet's A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
Today I changed the world,
by reaching out to someone
with unpleasant vibes.
Maybe it was the sigh in their voice,
or the emptiness within their eyes.
For that moment I was a soul who cared,
made them feel happy to be alive.
Helped them see they weren't alone,
and with a caring smile,
I helped them to survive.
This world is not all about you,
and it's definitely
not all about me.
With a little love there's so much we can do,
give it a try,
then maybe you will see.
Only if this world was filled,
with a little more love...
With some true compassion in our hearts,
we could open up the skies above.
Only if this world is filled,
with a little more love...
Then the only tears we'd see cried,
would be tears of joy,
from other peoples eyes.
Only if this world was filled,
with a little more love...
With some compassion for future lives,
we could make this world a better place,
and not so hard just to survive.
Only if this world is filled,
with a little more love...
We can open our hearts to other people cries,
return that sparkle of joy that's been missing
from some one else's eyes.
Only if this world was filled,
with a little more love...
A true love we couldn't deny,
paid in full by a love,
that money can't buy.
Only if this world is filled,
with a little more love...
Dan Kearley: 4-1-15
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Promiscuous rose
Bathing in glints of the sun
I couldn’t resist
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Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants
Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out the plow
Like how Trump has outlined in his model
In stomping his foot down full throttle
In Trump's twelve days in office
He's raining on the bureaucratic chorus
Telling big business to fear
Of outsourcing jobs from here
He's taken on the pharmaceutical giants
To lower their prices, and be more compliant
He set a visa moratorium on 7 Muslim countries
Prompting protester's chastises, so bluntly
He's opened dialogue for domestic oil exploration
Setting the country's future more self reliant of oil importation
He's befriended the Brits, and hired a cabinet of friends
Some of which are the richest, so one hopes it pays dividends
To this he silences his, what, ... critics?
By calling them, okay, ... idiots !
Trump's IQ some say it's one of the tops
One hope pressure doesn't make it pop
Trump also seen as grandstanding his wall
For the Mexican President to take the fall
Yet he may be right on all of this
For it's a lot of walkovers from the border
That's soaking up the jobs, social and welfare
Taking up space for the ones already here
Trump may be xenophobic and not a tulip or rose
But he can't be accused of tiptoeing in
He needed to stem the colony of ants
Instead of letting them bred and expanse
connie pachecho
2/1/17
I hate your touch and your smile.
Wicked little creature.
I hate your blue eyes and brown hair.
Sinful hate filled liar.
I hate your voice and your scent.
Rotten two-timer.
I hate you everything you do for what you did.
But we loved and touched, smiled, talked and connected physically.
You lied about our moments spend,
you can't look me in the eyes.
You lead me on and stole my youth,
but don't have the nerve to speak to me now.
I hate your beauty and your thievery;
but loved the way you made me fill.
I hate that you now do the same to another girl;
your lies blind her.
I hate the diseases you carry;
love the infection you gave.
I love you and can't let go,
hate because I’m smarter than this.
I hate this poem because I think of you with every word...
Your eyes, your smile, your hair, your skin, and your kiss.
Most of all...
I love you for the time we had.
I hate you because you don't want me now.
Now what???
Without the relentless grind of living
each glorious and difficult day
those who take up the writing life wouldn't
have much to say.
It's the flowers in the garden
and the lover's tender touch
and the way the winter snow falls
we writers love so much.
We kiss the grass we walk on
and the clouds that float on by
as life keeps right on giving
to the poet's inner eye.
The pain of having loved and lost
a part of one's own being
when someone dear has disappeared
we writers keep write on singing.
When life has kicked us down and out
in the mud and blood-filled ground
and others fade into deep dark shade
we seek what's more profound...
A worthy rhyme and reason
to lift us higher still
Our lives provide the water and seeds
we need to be fulfilled.
As we look to the past for things that last
and those who shaped our lives
while secretly writing our epithets
Long before our time to fly.
It is holiness and sinfulness,
where sinners and saints abound,
Dreams at night, eagles in flight
And Beethoven's orchestral sounds.
The thoughts in our heads, the food we are fed
winners, losers, fortune and fame,
it's all a big bust and a blast if we trust, writing
is a wonder-filled game.
At the end of the day all one can say is
life's no roll of the dice,
But a Mighty grand gift that's made to lift
Us writers from darkness to light.
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Attitude determines our entire day.
Belief in a Higher Power eases the way.
Confidence is strength shining within.
Desire to do our best, is a sure win.
Empathy for others, showcases our soul.
Fortitude, never giving in, is our goal.
Gratitude is an auspicious habit to seek.
Haughtiness is a sure sign of the weak.
Intelligence, be so very glad we have it.
Joy in being alive, a great,blessed habit.
Kindness, yes, show it to one and to all.
Love, share it and have a ball!
Mellowness is a welcome call.
Neighborliness goes a very long way.
Overlooking flaws in others can make your day.
Participation is far better than holding back.
Quietness in tone, when we speak.
Reaching out and helping those who are weak!
Serenity is a key to happiness.
Tenderness, as soft as a teddy bear in the attic.
Understanding others as best we can
We are all part of the family of man.
Xenodochial, means being friendly to strangers.
Zany and fun filled, will keep your mind not
centered on danger.
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8/4/2022
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A Tree Filled With Doves
I heard the giggles
And whispers of feathers
Before I saw the tree explode
In clouds of rambunctious doves.
Rising in a cloud upwards to the just risen sun
Like drunken conventioneers stumbling into the morning
Squinting and laughing, rushing toward another day of living.
Surprised but not frightened, I froze in wonder hoping to feel their breezes.
Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me,
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?
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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands
for assisting me with the words
I could not find.
1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black
I Hope you enjoyed it
When we find love broken spinning out of control
Effecting our minds and taking its toll
It's a clear sign our tank is too full
Knowing yourself well enough to make it rule
To fix the problem because we have the only tool
This leaves no chance that later we will feel like a fool
Realizing that something is broken before it becomes cruel
When we share an amazing love with another
It can have a lasting effect on what we discover
When it involves your friend and lover
Take your time to work through it as you hover
Because true love never takes time to recover
It just exists in our lives day after day by sharing
When we show one another what we are like caring
It's important to always keep our focus bearing
When we are not in the right place swearing
Then it's impossible to look back to erase
The look on your partners face
When you no longer feel their loving embrace
Knowing how our feelings work inside
Can have a lasting effect on whom we confide
If we are not willing to address them they will collide
Causing our feelings and emotions to want to hide
Taking the powerful things about love's high
That gets us up each day wanting to kiss the sky
Knowing we have a love that floats like a butterfly
Not memories of one that makes you want to cry
As you find yourself looking back saying goodbye
To the love that once filled your eyes
She squats and points,
her little face is all aglow.
Her smile is wide
She’s grinning ear to ear, you know.
She’s very pleased
at the discovery she’s made.
The little frog
is sitting frozen in the shade.
He knows that she
is his protector and his queen,
but he’s not sure
now that I’m also on the scene.
When did you know, I ask of her,
that frogs could talk and you could hear?
She seems so sure
I find it easy to concur.
I’ve always known,
she says, and most convincingly.
They sit outside
my room at night and sing to me.
I call him Fred;
He has a loud and squeaky croak.
He’s very sad;
his girl was gone when he awoke.
He calls her name
And sings a song about the moon.
I love him so;
I told him she will be home soon.
Why do you think, I ask of her,
That I can’t hear them when they talk.
The frogs told me
That grownup heads are filled with chalk.
When do you think, I ask of her,
That you won’t hear them anymore?
She looks real sad,
When I get big, like maybe four.
You are my frog, I say to her,
for me there never was a choice.
I love you so,
in my best squeaky, croaky voice.
She hugs me hard
And says Big Daddy, never leave.
Where would I go, I say to her,
My little frog, my Genevieve
It's so easy to look with envy at others
thinking satisfaction can be won
by taking to yourself what they've got
when in the end you don't have fun
Comparing yourself with others
is never such a good idea
for you always are tricked offline
wishing to hear with a wax-free ear
Two days can change a person
for no couple of days are ever the same
yesterday's self always requires better
not to think so never brings you fame
Looking at someone else is not wise
even today it doesn't ring true
for you were made what you are
not as anybody else but just truly you
So compare you truly as you
look upwards move forward being wise
show yourself as one self-approved
others see you as one of the good guys
(Quote:
'Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today.')
- Jordan B. Petterson (Canadian Psychologist)
(While Pondering The Pavement)
Pondering, we walk on pavements of summer days
Opening ourselves to the sun and its guiding rays
Neanderthals at heart we take the same path each day
Driven by our past we troddle on with sobering mainstay.
Every step propels us forward, ... take time to pray
Regardless of the outcome "belief will show the way"
Immigrant of earth keep walking even on a rainy day
No matter how old you are always remember to play !
Grass is never greener on the other side, so they say.
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Pavement can be slick or smooth depending on your view
Abandon not your dreams, don't ask others what to do
Victory is hard work but don't take more than you can chew
Eliminate doubt and fear be brave but know your cue
Meander slowly round the curves, whistle when your blue
East West South North, where you go is really up to you !
Nod to the crowd but share your thoughts only with a few
Take a path that will lead you to the roses filled with dew.
Many people spend their days
With total inattention
To any music, which to me
Defies my comprehension.
The radio’s flipped on as soon
As I get out of bed
And plays all day except for times
The TV’s on instead.
From classical to blues to rock
My world is filled with song
And only when there’s music
Do I feel that I belong.
Without some melody, a home
Is quiet as a tomb
But with those notes surrounding me,
My spirits start to bloom.