Best Filter Poems
Through a filter,
I look really great
My eyes are blue as azure seas
The bags don’t hang down to my knees
My lips are pursed in certain style
And grinned with just a hint of guile
The brows are plucked and even toned
The cheeks are even high cheek boned
Through a filter,
I’m the perfect weight
I’m built to swing on Tarzan’s vine
In other words, I’m mighty fine
My muscles glow in suntanned skin
It’s good to see the skin I’m in
The stomach flat, no need to tuck
I look as though I ate a truck
Through a filter, through a filter
Life is perfect, never changes
Through a filter, through a filter
Constant as life rearranges
Life, a cardboard cut out me
What a lovely place to be
You just can’t hurt what you can’t see
tank filled with green crud
on the bottom like a spud…
goldfish was a dud
Our little angels are being taken
by this horrible disease
GOD help to rid this from the
world please
It has no filter to pick and
choose you see
It could take hold of you
or hold of me
When it appears in our kids
it hits us most
Why did you pick our little
ones? They should not be
your host
They should be playing each
and everyday
Not laying up sick and hurting
we know that’s your way
Rid their little bodies of your
nasty hold
And take your sickness with you
as you go
The day will come as we STOMP
you out forever
We only wish that it was sooner
to make our little ones
better
We will jump for joy and shout
it to the moon
That day will come and
hopefully very soon
Little Owen is running and
playing in HEAVEN forever
more
You don’t have him to hurt
GOD closed the door
Tammy Arrowood 10-7-2017????
Praying Mantis at basement door
I had not seen you here before
So lime green you stand out
Scarey enough to make me shout
Died next day in pool filter__gore
By Laura Dee
October 17, 2014
You wanna see my pretty scars?
I'll show you where the deepest are
The ugliness for the pretty ones to see
Can you still rationalize your judgments of me?
I don't think it's brass, or even cavalier
I'm fed up with lies; it's life that I fear
This storm will never clear so make yourself at home
Shelter your fears and leave me alone
I'll roam in the storm cause this is my home
You don't have a clue what I've been through alone
If you really wanna know, just read my old notes
Filled with emo songs and their bittersweet quotes
The rain melts away on this skin made of stone
My life may be short from the trouble I've known
An addict like me is what you could be
If you knew just a day from the pain that I see
I'm happier now but days are like this
When conditional love breeds new loneliness
Contingent upon your waning comfort in me
I don't want your love of this man I'll never be
I'm far too blunt for this to be unclear
So don't lie to me if she is your fear
The ***** in my skin is filtering out
So don't mess with me if your code is devout
The train is departing
No baggage to bring
No room left for hate
Where no one is too late
So we filter them out
Yeah, we filter them out...
Just come as you are
I'll never be too far
Two years and a couple of weeks and I will be on the road again. Back from living right and ready to start living wrong. Ain't that a *****. But I got a pocket full of money gotta last me till they burn me on beach of Lake Bistineau. Not much to hope for but a redneck's dream gets lost in double wides, Pearl beer and filter kings. I'll see you in Houston. I'll see you in Baton Rouge, I'll see you Oxford if your shoes ain't too blue. Until then my friend I'll see you in the Bayou, Syd & Harry's, Foresters, Magoos, and all those place we used to get lost.
The Human Filter (Freewill)
There is only, but one, who can see black and white.
For the rest of us, it is merely perception.
We can hope for glory, but for all is not bright.
As many have followed a path of deception
Choosing right over wrong, there is only one choice
But the answer is not, always easy or clear
When intention may be, but you listened to voice
Your trusted, Jezebel, is the one you should fear
For so many have felt, and their feelings infringed
Of a world that’s selfish and derailed from what’s right
When even the righteous, have been victims of spin
As so many lose faith, I am searching, for light
We are human filters; to allow, how we play
But the more we filter, we darken the shade; gray
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Sponsor: John Hamilton
Original posting: 12/21/2017
Placed Sixth
My shadows are tender and easy to miss,
Like a smile seems innocuous, stealthy as kiss,
Still these shadows add weight, create drag in our life,
Though they rarely, if ever, cut deep like a knife!
Too, sunlight wracks havoc though most never feel
All its subtle intrusions till later we peel;
It brings low orbit satellite’s life to an end,
Just the pressure of sunlight can make craft descend.
A shadow's like weed's buried seeds in the ground.
They can spring up in garden where Love should abound,
Weeds drain soil of the nutrients man’s harvest needs
If our vigilance fails us, then entropy (1) leads.
Pay heed to your shadows; they're baobab trees, (2)
That if left unattended, bring worlds to their knees,
Yes, ‘The Little Prince’ (3) warned us, and he’s just a child,
Let us pray that the future won't find man defiled!
Examine your light source if it comes from man,
Try to filter it often before choosing clan,
For all men are your brothers when push comes to shove,
Can a winner rest easy who owns bloody glove?
Long Tooth
November 10, 2017
Poet's Notes:
(1) Entropy is a concept related to the degree of “disorder” found in the universe. At the instant of the “Big Bang,” the disorder was “Zero” or perfect. As time goes on however and the stars all burn out and die, the disorder will presumably be “infinite.”
(2). A “Baobab Tree” is an African tree that can look like anything from a “Coke” bottle to a large “Elm Tree” that has been hit multiple times by lightning! In short, the Baobab is extremely primitive, twisted, and unique (but to me) ugly species! But it is a valuable source of vitamin C to native people.
(3) "The Little Prince" is a favorite book by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
(1.)
Dare I Compose, This Heartfelt Poem For Thee
Dare I reveal, dare to my soul expose
No longer hide behind life's hidden pose
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans
Remember her, life's most beautiful rose
She the sweet goddess, that this poor man chose.
Dare I compose, this heartfelt poem for thee
Pray to Heaven to one day again see
Together walk those streets paved in gold
Hold each other always, never grow old
Wake each dawn, with Heaven 's love all around
With you darling, forever by my side
In divine paradise wading love's tide.
Dare I ink the words, darling I love you
Just to hear you say, yes, I love you too
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans.
Robert J. Lindley,
Romanticism,
Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of-
( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me )
*****
(2.)
As Length'ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours
As length'ning shadows, filter thru these aching hours
Seeing flowers bloom, I lower both sword and shield
Yet in the black-distance still loom angry towers
For this world its angry powers refuse to yield
Dare I, beg this cursed world for a peaceful sign
As if this moment, Karma and golden moon align
Nay! To do such, what a great knave fool would be I
For Karma rang no bell and day holds no moon sky!
Standing alone, this soul seeks happiness again
As a wasted form, worn down by epic grief
Here walking through life, with overloads of pain
Crying out and at moment devoid of belief
Dare I, in such a state, again raise this sharp sword
Wade into battlefield, a brave soldier to be
Cutting and slashing the dark-cast and evil hordes
Tho' knowing, more will arise from a hellish sea?
Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling
And darkness its turmoil dances into my head
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling
Do I, do I thus choose to run away instead
Dare I, fail my raising, deny my Southern roots
Speed ever onward past grief, fears and bitter years
Absorb the poison arrows the enemy shoots
As they whizz on through this volley of falling tears?
Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling.
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Looking inward, Hoping to Life again Find )
The dirt does not give into words.
Blind-less in tongue and heart,
I have dropped myself in the earth.
Dark eyes wrapped in cloth,
Tilted clouds narrow my sight.
Spiral down fellow pride follows,
Relieving fires flame of it's light.
Tonight silent is the color.
And the wind is what I wear.
Tomorrow is what we desire,
Dropping the past skin and years.
Aggravation the deepness unaware-for a fee.
Quivering stories holding the once better-left debris.
Filtrate the deafening lies we're forced to breathe-sounds of fear.
You crack the glass we all feel to sing-mixed to share.
Digging farther to find what I've left behind-beyond what's here.
Don't eat the shellfish
the sea filters through
Every thing is a dichotomy
they say in the end
This obliqueness
sows it's wild oats in
the forest where only
small shreds of light
make their way to the
ground
A starlight is worth a
multitude of sound,
a one liner, a lyric,
a pun, a religion,
you and me
and all we have on this
Earth
was meant to mean
good things to some
I need to filter out the world,
Just for a little while,
To drown out the white noise,
The static and the light.
I music has turned discordant
And I cannot see the sky,
Hear the rustling on the breeze,
Nor the soaring birds that cry.
The longing for some silence
Is building each passing hour
The yearning for some clarity
Drives me up this broken tower
The whispers on the winds,
Have all been blown away,
The deep azure blue sky,
Has been faded out to grey.
It's time to shut it down,
Let it all fade out to black,
As the silence comes crashing in,
I hope I can come back.
EVERY TIME WE WENT TO DO LAUNDRY JAMAICAN SKANK STOLE BATHING SUITS MY BRAA MY PANTIES RIPPING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHOCTS MY EX HUSBAND JAMAICAN STALKER HAS STOOPED TO A WHOLE TIME LOW HIDING IN MY NEIGHBORS DOG ROOM STALKING MY NEW HUSBAND CORRUPTION BREAKING IN OUR HOME RIPPI F MY NEW HUSBAND SHORTS VOODOO JAMAICAN ROOT I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT THEE JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS HELPS HER BREAK INTO OUR HOME TO RIPPED MY DISABLED HUSBAND SHORTS QUITE THE UNUSUAL STALKER INDEED WE ARE ALL AMERICAN MY GOD THIS IS REAL LIFETIME STALKING MY STALKER WAS ACTUALLY SELECTED BY THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BELIEVED MY STALKER COULD CLONE MY IDENTITY TO ACTUALLY COVER THE WIRES ON MY WOMB SHE INSTALLED ON MY WOMB THIS JAMAICAN SKANK BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY NOW SHES OBSESSED WITH MY POW WAR HERO SHE HIDES IN MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS DOG BED LASHING OUT SENDING THREATS STALKING HARRASING OUR BEAUTIFUL MARRIAGE A TERRIBLE BREACH I FEEL SORRY FOR HER IMPERSONATING ME WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHE IS A FAMILY MEMBERS OF THE DRUG CARTEL CONVICTED AS A RESULT OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TOXIC FATAL NOW TARGETING MY WAR HERO THE LENT ON MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS SHORT MY STALKER OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE MALICE SHAME MARTHA BREA WITCH WALKING BACKWARDS LINSTEAD JAMAICA FREE FROM ME NASTY ABSOLUTELY HOW NASTY CAN YOU GET BACK OFF SKANK YOU HAVE GIANT FLEAS I FEEL SORRY LIKE JOHNNY TAYLOR SAYS I FEEL SORRY WHEN YOU CAN'T SAY THIS IS MY VERY OWN I BELIEVE IN YOU LOVE THE ONE YOU WITH GOD BLESS AMERICA
And so affection seeks to wane
without faith's holding on in vain.
I hold my thought in context's aim
to some adjustment, love's contain.
As filtering truth, I filter feign
so glories honor fits thy name.
I filter solace, peace maintain
no purpose hollow, thee might claim.
As all in all, I filter rain
that burdens thee in thy domain.
I filter sunshine to thy gain
that warming fortress wiles proclaim.
But of consent in truth, abstain
from wrong's direction, sin's refrain.
In purpose forward, lift the stain
that all creation borders main.
I filter love, as heaven's reign
would speak of time, in season's crane.
I filter rhyme to message plain
the words of why I love, explain.
But more the more, I pray, restrain
the thought that God would see me slain
to ended spill of courage ~ drain
where ever more imparts a swain ~
Who answers heart . . . then turns again!
Who I Might Have Been
David J Walker
Ever since
You came home
Things haven’t been
The same
Things that I remembered
Have been rearranged or
Discarded/hidden
in the mounds of dead leaves
Beneath the dying trees
of my youth
A small fire lit under the
rotting truth
Of that which can be set free by flames
Then who’s to say what they might have been
Ever since
You came home.
My bathroom mirror has cracked
Into a fractal filter
I spend my mornings deciding
Who I might have been
today