Best Fixable Poems
My brain spots are pastel dots
that always fight with my stripes
over who is left and who styles right.
It’s bad enough that my stripes
also argue with each other,
not over their primary color,
but vertical décor versus horizontal.
My brain top is invisible,
not even shadows of minimal.
Brain designers concur it is not fixable.
In the back, well-stashed,
is a golden memory cache
guarded by a spot named Brat.
Small Brat drags a key most tall
and selfishly guards my recall.
Floating, flying, gliding free
is a silver-toned, sprite fairy
who sparkles imagination in me.
Fairy will not argue, just avoid,
my fuzzy brain, logic droid
who climbs over my stripes
and around all my brain dots
attempting to fill and deploy
smarts into all my brain voids.
... CayCay Jennings
March 21, 2018
Categories:
fixable, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
On top of the world, I stand so tall,
Feeling the wind and hearing the call,
A sense of freedom, a rush of joy,
As if I can conquer all and be coy.
The view from here is panoramic,
The clouds above, looking dramatic,
The Sun bright and shining so bright,
I feel like I'm in an alternate sight.
From up here, everything seems so small,
The problems, the issues, fixable all,
I feel like I can reach for the stars,
Embracing the world with open arms.
The mountains bow down in reverence,
As I revel in this magnificent ambiance,
I am the king of this world, this land,
And nothing can ever diminish my stand.
On top of the world, I dance with glee,
Floating with happiness, wild and free,
This feeling of euphoria, hard to restrain,
As I blissfully scream out my name.
This moment, so perfect, so surreal,
A life-altering experience, one to feel,
On top of the world, I found my place,
And nothing can ever replace that grace.
Categories:
fixable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Epic
An assailing bursts from a mind turned sinister,
Buoyed by a madness that cares solely for gratification.
Unsuspecting is the defenseless victim, who is forced to
Submit to demands of pain and perversion that will forever be
Etched in a mind as an inexorable eclipse fixable only by hope’s light.
Categories:
fixable, abuse,
Form:
Acrostic
I am a wall
Not the brick kind
The wall that separates
Babies from adults
Dogs from children
Dens from kitchens
Hate from love
An inner wall
Neat, my plaster
Smooth my paint
Hollow my insides
Held together by nails
And sometimes pictures
Pictures that show families
The good times, I suppose
I represent you
Run your hands
Down my appearance
You’ll find flaws
Like bumps or dips
All from life’s little oops
Yet fixable
Everything is fixable right?
I hear it all
The laughter, the parties
The pain of loss, the screaming
The crying, the dying, the wailing
I’m there, to lean on, to grieve on
Strong and dependable
Until
Bodies are slammed against me
Fists are put through me
Gunshot projectiles permeate my outer shell
Objects explode on me, liquor bottles, and beer bottles
People, who don’t care, write profanity on me
Beat holes in me and expose my insides, set me on fire
Leaving me open, vulnerable, charred for life
Eventually, I am no longer a wall
But a fly that used to visit
Categories:
fixable, lifeme, me,
Form:
Free verse
They say, in the end, that family will always be there.
I have learned that this is a lie...
If for Any reason you are NOT ABLE,
Then FOREVER you cannot.
They say that family is unbreakable,
If you ever need help, they're dependable.
Family is valuable.
Family is reliable.
They say that family is where you can be comfortable.
Family Love is durable.
I have learned that Family Love is changeable.
It can be debatable.
If for Any reason you are NOT ABLE,
THEN FOREVER YOU CANNOT.
They no longer consider you valuable.
Their forgiveness is unattainable.
Their Love was not unconditional.
Their Love was not unchangeable.
Because I once was unable
I became unforgivable.
dispensable.
punishable, forgettable.
And now because of Family
It is completely un-fixable.
Categories:
fixable, anger, betrayal, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Time is a rye, in this ill world of lies
we lead our lives, blinded by the tides
unable to subside our undeniable flaws,
our undeniable selfishness.
The power of one...they say, they say
The power of all, to become one
That'll be the day, i say, i say.
Confusion is instinctive, so fret on it not.
Confusion is fed to us by the higher man
The self-righteous "better" man
This man is no man, but a coward and a thief.
He feeds us fear
The fear that keeps us from standing up and screaming,
"No! No more!"
Indigenous innocence has been stolen
from the rightful hand of the common man.
They will tell you, this you must:
Work, stress, pay
Pay, stress, work.
And you listen, because of the fear.
The fear is fed to us by the higher man,
the greed driven "successful" man.
I have but one question....
when, and how, did the village idiot find the power?
We have made a mistake, my friends.
No mistake is un-fixable though...
Give it time
Give it effort
Give it hope
The power will be given back in good time
To the righteous, peaceful, honest man.
This will be the day.
Categories:
fixable, inspirational, peace, political, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Someone who knows someone
and someone i used to know
they posted these moving photographs
on some social media interwebs
And i woke from a dream in such a start
to unknowingly know her voice again
its been 11 years and im too old now for shelter
but you might think id have someones hand on my shoulder
its not easy, but i never knew it would be this damn hard
everything fell away so quickly without you
and we didnt want each other anymore
you were the ties that bind, you were the superglue
I was just a child, i was acting out and so confused
never thought that you would really go
never thought that hospital room would become my tomb too
and i never thought it would leave me here on my own
i miss the same people that are still missing you
and the cut went too deep and none of us can be fixed
and we spent years just hurting each other, without you here
nobody is fixable now, just paper dolls burnt up into ash
i woke from that dream with such a start
and i feel your voice comfort me again
and i see u smile, a glass of beer and cigarette in hand
take me with you, wherever it is you go.
Categories:
fixable, family, loss, love,
Form:
Free verse
The worse pain you can feel is the pain from your soul, it can either ignite your body into an inferno coal, or it can drop below freezing and turn you into an icicle. It's hard to explain something that's invisible, but you can feel every knife like strike to your heart like it was physical, and every little stab makes you feel more and more miserable , and you try to make it better but the sad part is not everything is fixable..but we take it tho even tho nobody can see this internal bleeding, it becomes emotional and that internal pain will leave you weeping, sleeping pleading for deaths reaping. And when death comes it never kills you just gives you a taste forever teasing, and everyone you loved is now leaving.losing everything you ever held close, now your abusing drugs not caring if you overdose. Not carrying if you go over the edge, so you reach rock bottom and you lay in the bed, barrel to your temple one shot bang led to the head, feeling living was to much so now you rather be dead
Categories:
fixable, depression, sad, drug,
Form:
ABC
A few weeks ago, about 9:00 AM
My head started aching; loss my vigor & vim
It’s didn’t let up; just got more intense
At midnight to the hospital I went
In the ER and seeking some relief
Had to just wait as the cause they did seek
While they did MRI’s and scans and stuff
I had to suffer and hang in there tough
The staff got their data; gave me morphine
On it for two days before I was weaned
My head got better; still took Percocet
On the fourth day I was about off that
“A pituitary tumor”, they said
“Has been growing for years inside your head”
Headache came and went, that threw them a curve
The tumor could damage the optic nerve
The neurosurgeon sized it up this way
Your sight may stay just as it is today
As long as the tumor grows very slow
To restore loss sight, the tumor must go
If your Cardiologist thinks your fit
You can opt to have me get rid of it
My heart doctor scared the hell out of me
Then agreed I could have the surgery
At this point I wanted it out right now
By waiting I could lose more sight somehow
My wife only wanted things to move slow
Scared of the surgery I’d undergo
The third doctor involved in my case
This endocrinologist takes First Place
He studied my situation and found
Something which actually turned things around
Labs from Arizona, done months ago
Didn’t jive, things were high - should be low
A rare condition when the thyroid fails
Is making the pituitary swell
The doctor knew of this rare condition
No surgery now was his position
It mimics a tumor, but best of all
Fixable without surgery at all
The endocrinologist said it’s rare
Never seen in his years of giving care
The neurosurgeon also said the same
Man! my lucky day, I won this health game
Surgery was scheduled inside a week
Such an outcome, no better could I seek
My family can now get back to living
My thanks to God, I’ll never stop giving
Charles Sides
Categories:
fixable, health, loss, loss, me,
Form:
Quatrain
An abusive relationship? Nope not me.See I have something called a threatened
love life. It started off sweet.Him wanting to take me to the ends of the earth. Gave
me Jewry,diamonds,car,anything you could imagine. So did I accept the gifts
from him.Nope I told him that I didn't want all that and that all I needed was him.
He still didn't get it all I wanted was him. A threatened love life was what I was
asking for. So what happened?Well I started to notice changes. Lies about
everything. Then I knew this love was falling apart. After I told him the love for him
was gone he went and found it else where. How did I solve it?Solve what. You
know the threatened love life situation. Easy I went to our....my garage grabbed a
hammer smashed out his lights,windows,and mirrors. Then made sure I gave
him some un fixable dents.Was that all. Not even close. Then I went and got all of
his things. Took them outside and set them up in flames.Waited till he got in and
when he arrived he knew what was happening. There was no way I could take
him no more. I turned him towards the door and told him to get the stepping. A
threatened love life no more I'm sure.
Categories:
fixable, life, lost love, life,
Form:
3/10/15
It was visible
That he was a strange individual
Because he followed his own principles
And never believed in anything biblical or political
To some that was unforgivable
And despicable
Yet hardly anything he ever did was criminal or typical
And most of his ideas were original
In a world so digital
He knew that nothing was invincible
And far too many things were mythical
And fictional
But he stayed unpredictable
In a place that was truly livable
It was pitiful
That many were inhospitable
So he was never egotistical
Or critical
Because he loved being mystical
Even if it was considered as non traditional
Outside the municipal
He reached far above the pinnacle
But those that were episcopal
Tried to cover it up as if it was invisible
And even though it seemed rather inexplicable
He paid no attention because doing his own thing was irresistible
And what they had done was easily fixable
Categories:
fixable, dark, poetry, rap, word
Form:
Rhyme
Fruitful faeries flying freshly frightenly faraway
Flashing flea-bitten furry fireflies fantasy fey,
Faux flash-dancing flowery figs flowing flippantly free,
Ferocious fierce foursome fruit-flies flying fantasy’s flea.
Fast-fingered flicker formidably frugally fit flexible.
Frosting frilly flounder’s fluorescent fetish fully fixable.
Fanciful freckled fathomably frosted filly fibs flitting,
Fashionable forcefully fanatical farmhand fuzzily fretting.
Fun-loving, flippant foolhardy fivefold finger’s foghorn.
Fooled fellow’s fervent fleecy foppish fire fuzzily forlorn.
Fantastical fanged frolicking fishy fuzzy fickle frills.
Fixes froggy’s fanciful fanned fox figs from freezing Frankfort.
Categories:
fixable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
this place is a construction zone
under repair
and building new things
fixing the broken,
and creating new things that will also break
the whines of saws
drumming of hammers
far from rhythmatic.
the beats are too disjointed.
tearing down walls,
replacing them with invisible boundaries.
and the bricks and foundations lain
to build knowledge upon
crumbling beneathe your glare,
your chalky fingertips
drowning out the pleas
are the yells from the unteachable
the monsters of the playground,
grown to roam hallways.
those who yawn,
as irritating as those who crane.
the trade off.
hours, days, weeks, years of my life
for a piece of paper,
and dreams that will soon break,
and they cant be as easily fixed
Categories:
fixable, life, loss, social, teen,
Form:
Free verse
She is dancing on top of the pole,
Wearing only a pair of shoes.
Lights are turning on and off,
Owning the eyes of Evil's crews.
In the corner a man bowed his head.
Enjoying the pleasure of a vodka drinks.
Waiting for the moment to end,
And plead to a woman for an hour of seat.
He is a typical guy from a downtown...
Everyday visits and watching her afar.
Never aware of love will grow...
Dreaming that someday he take her home.
But who will treat her like a beautiful flower?
The question hanging on her thoughts.
A broken glass that isn't fixable,
Who has the courage to reborn her soul?
She is a woman,dancing on her shoes.
Lights are turning on and off.
His man is sitting,waiting for his turn.
Praying that her woman wear his ring.
Categories:
fixable, love, wife, woman,
Form:
Free verse
The inerrancy of the bible enrages me,
Boils my blood, riles me and angers,
Makes the interpretation prerogative limp,
Nullifies that interpretation bud passed onwards,
From every author who’s not embarrassed.
You read knowing the art of literature,
Is in its reader’s agreed distance from the writer,
Knowing your book’s rationally contrived,
Aware of your right to read it your own way,
Understanding the possible word play.
The bible is not authored in any way whatsoever,
Has many different historical authors, contributors,
’Twas compiled by the Nicean committee,
Maybe, by a group of intellectuals deep,
So that Jesus and an insight we could keep.
Computer Science confronts with dares,
Regarding your view of the written word,
Makes fundamentalists intrepid and silent,
About their author god who cheers and assists,
Even when reading the text, when reason so persists.
Computers let you delete certainties, things,
Change and edit completed documents,
Tell you that you’re human and creative,
Welcome your attempts, errors and mistakes,
And give fundamentalists the quiet quakes.
All inerrancy will do is frighten you and scare,
Vanquish your reason with its complementation,
Evade form for an augmented version of it,
Which will emerge as a differently defined structure,
Worth neither solidification nor the puncture.
There are no wrong actions with my computer,
No thought or situation that can’t be expressed,
No colour unavailable on the rainbow palate,
No code not writable, not fixable or reworkable,
No desire inconceivable, that’s not addressable.
Categories:
fixable, bible, books, faith, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme