Best Folks Poems
The wind came, and sat on his chair
As flowers bloomed here and there
We sat with the sun, and had some tea
The wind invited too his wife, the breeze
The trees danced, with the autumn air
As the sun sets, with a yellow glare
The smell of mud, just before the rain
From the clouds, from the skies,
We went away, and it came
I'm hut.
In Ancient,
I was the perfect
Breeded by palms cut.
In my belly everyone liveth
When the villains wants to hurt
But now unlike then, I'm left with folks
Wisdom came to my people to make a difference
Little of their sweet talk I was belittled,so helpless
I am your HOME, your SHIELD, everyone care less.
Though I could lost the best but know i'm the first
What am I to you? That's the only question I'd left
Is it just a drawn triangle on a square box length?
Let the world know I am this!! written in concrete
Yea, I am the Hut, I was left alone, I am well hurt.
Black folks got rhythm
full movements
undeterred, and
flexible as four winds.
How low can we go?
with limbo
it's in our hands
with early rising;
planting seeds of joy,
washed in ray of hope -
we dance on sturdy grounds
with gems to unearth.
The whole world watch and wait
what instruments of weight and
measure will bring us together?
Once upon a time we reeled,
like dervishes; only we were ship wrecked!
the wave of One Hand,
we now stand like those chosen,
at the parting of the sea.
I picked "cinqku" because I don't know
what form that is, and I'm too lazy to
look it up; but if you've ever read any
of my poetry you should know I don't
want to lead anyone down a particular
path, but just that you read into what
you want to read into. However,
comments are left open to release,
and it seems PoetrySoup has an in
and an outside crowd. As Groucho
Marx once said (maybe a paraphrase)
"I wouldn't want to be a member of
a club that would want me as a
member."
So, with my last poem I stated about
paying my bill. So I have settled what
I owe, but I do leave a big tip, and if
you are wise you will follow, Maureen
McGreavy is the best TASTE out of
this pot.
For you bible pushers and preachers, "In
the beginning was the WORD." Choose
your words wisely. That verbal stone you
skipped might just hit you in the ****.
My wife has often said, "Why is the F word
the first thing out your mouth when you were
class scholar and magna cum laude?" F them.
With a step and a stumble and a kick of the heels,
My mind launches from the peak of the hill,
And I fly high through the clouds, without any wings,
With no idea, no plan and no skill,
Still my mind is relaxed, a paper boat that’s afloat,
Gently floating away down the stream,
Reflecting the shades of the fairies at night,
Reflecting the beautiful dream,
Of mushrooms lit bright with the light of the night,
By the tint that comes from the moon,
And they sway and dance with the magical folks,
Who create the colourful tune,
With a step I am swept away from this world,
Away to a place far and deep,
Every night when I lay to leave this cruel world,
And dream through the night in my sleep.
OLD FOLKS ARE WORTH A FORTUNE
Old folks are worth A fortune
With silver in their hair, gold in
Their teeth, stones in their kidneys,
Lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs
I have become more social the passing
Of the years. I’m seeing five gentlemen every day
As soon as I wake, will forever help me
Get out of bed, Then I go to the John.
Then Charley Horse come along and when he leave
Arthur Rites shows up and stays the day,
He doesn’t stay in one place he likes to take me.
From joint to joint, after A busy day I’m glad to go to bed
With Ben Gay
My Minister said I needed to think of the hereafter
I told him I do all the time if I’m in the basement-
upstairs or in the kitchen- I ask myself “Now, What
am I here after
BY: Adella Jackson MY MOTHER
I found a way of enjoying Golf,
when you're 80 plus years old!
It isn't rocket-science,
so listen and behold!
First of all, stop keeping score,
it's important that you do!
Counting strokes, makes no sense,
for someone old as you!
The fact you even swing a club
and go from tee to green,
is really quite remarkable,
if you, know what I mean!
Not scoring, is so helpful,
the pressures disappear.
It opens up your options
and relieves your inner fear!
If your ball lands in a sand trap,
give yourself a pass.
Use your hand, pick up the ball
and throw it in the grass!
Mulligans are there to use,
but exercise control.
Hold them down as best you can,
no more than three a-hole!
Hitting over water
is unreasonable at best!
So use an older, beat-up ball,
if you decide to take the test!
Hazardous lies can happen!
But, I don't really care,
I just find a spot, to have a clear shot,
then move my ball right there!
Die-hards ain't gonna like these rules,
so here's instructions they can follow!
Pull their lips up over their heads,
and then they can simply swallow!
Hiya Folks
Hiya folks, I’m here, not sure
For days I have been trying
To break the code of techno door
With which I have been vying
I did quite well, at the start
I passed the log in stage
But then it seemed to fall apart
Not sure if its my age
All was going well with me
Till came to my profile
I filled and stabbed the submit key
But nothing would compile
It was time to use my brain
Was hard work I will admit
Several times I tried again
But just would not submit
I fired an email off to plead
To end my misery
Two days later, yes indeed
Reply was sent to me
It could be this, it might be that
No wiser was I now
Perplexed, confused, here I sat
Still wondering as to how
Another mail was swiftly sent
A screenshot they would need
With no idea what that meant
I grudgingly agreed
I asked a girl, who put me right
She showed me there and then
And then upon that very night
I sent it off to them
But I was bothered by the fact
That it turned out so small
I wondered how they would react
And was it use at all
So I was sitting here at wait
When itching fingers thought
I’d write a line or two though late
About that which I sought
I thought I’d be up on the screen
Then found it not to be
An obstacle was in between
The fault could still be me
It said to read the FAQs
So this I duly did
In hope that it would pay its dues
And of this pain me rid
Advised to ask the members I
If problems couldn’t sort
And on them thought I could rely
When they gave me their thought
But soon it was I realised
That this could not be done
I’d not be before your eyes
Till submit it had run (Derrrr)
Another mail was returned
Which brought things to a halt
And from this I duly learned
It was my age at fault
And now this the ender
But I’ll blame technology
And I feel a proper member >>(only for the most subtle thinker)
As I’m sure you would agree
Old elderly folks
They believe in them God
They have given up on the young girl inside of them
They motto is
“Praise the lord
Blessed be his name
Amen”
They read the bible ever passing hour
Saying words like
One good day I will meet the maker
the heavenly father their bread maker
They would let you know
That your way of thinking is wrong
You sense of fashion is totally upside down
And the youth of today is going
to hell.
elderly folks they believe in them God
Oh well !
Blessed they heart and soul
Blessed are those who keep his testimony and seek him with all their heart....with the Spirit within them, with all their heart and soul; that seek Christ, Psalm 119.
What can you say?
What must you say?
What will you say?
Say it, damn it,
then go away.
sometimes people say things when saying nothing is sufficient.
Amazing some folks don't believe in science
They say that global warming is not real
But in their quest for oil, form an alliance
Because it has the power to reveal
If you're like me, you're thinking, "What a heel!"
7/12/17
Porky Pig has a stutter,
Oh how people did laugh.
Cos his farewell "that's all folks"
Could last a minute and a half.
He had such a problem
Hi sttttt uuu ttttt err got worse,
That they introduced a sidekick
Daffy Duck was such a curse.
He overshadowed poor Porky
Which made him oh so sad.
He hardly opened his mouth
Making everyone feel bad.
Then
Along came Bugs Bunny
Knocking Daffy duck off his high.
So Porky Pig smiles at last
Agreed to leave his sty.
Together they made a fine team
On TV and movies too.
Programme called Looney tunes'
Road Runner! now where are you.?
Penned 9 May 2015
I am white
you are red
you are yellow
you are black
you are brown
“suffer the little children
to come unto me”
Jesus loves the little children…
Nathan’s contest
That funny lookin flat thing in there is callin me nite to all,tom
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Old Folks Home
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June /2015
Good morning
Mr Wilson,
Sir -
Are you
ready
for
a
bright
sunny day?
Young man,
today
is the same
as
yesterday,
I can't
remember
a
bright sunny
day,
here
In this
rest home -
I get three
meals
a day,
a
game board
to
play -
my
medicine;
a nap
after lunch,
exercise,
and
maybe
someone
will wake
me
for supper.
That's
how my day's
are
spent -
You know
young
man,
as I recall.....
a man
wearing
a
white
uniform
said
to me,
"Don't worry
Mr Wilson,
family
will come
to
see you
once
a
week."
Well son,
ain't
nobody
came
except you,
and
I see
you
everyday.
Now,
tell me
again,
Are you
my
grandson-
"No
Mr Wilson
Sir -
I'm your
caretaker -