Best Followed Poems
Demons are everywhere
seen and unseen
They use you and abuse you
yet they follow
They pull you to the right
they pull you to the left
they spin you around
yet they follow
They manipulate you
confuse you and torment you
yet they follow
You ask the question, WHY Lord?
and he answers
follow or be followed
You see my child
when you follow the light and follow me
demons flee
because demons only follow
the darkness within
So follow or be followed
One day, having no cares, as I walked along
my mind was like a slate needing written upon,
for no words had I – not even a song.
Any thoughts coming to me were just as soon gone.
Soon enough there came as if out of nowhere
a sound! A note on the wind I followed.
One note – long and lovely – piercing the air.
It led to the woods, in whose sounds it got swallowed.
The note I had followed for a short time
became the woods’ murmurs so calming to me.
I stopped and sat down and thought up a rhyme.
The wind led me where to write poetry!
Oct. 25, 2022
A Rhymed poem for A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
(not for the free verse contest of similar title)
They followed a star
As time and place has its solution for all,
those wise men knew, that a messiah will come to call.
Recognizing those celestial lights with their eyes,
that history and culture will change its destinies by surprise.
Traveling with the light so bright no doubt,
knowing the new born king is the paramount.
Speaking of love to the depth in eternal height,
when the soul can reach all when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of being and the ideal of grace,
showing compassion and forgiveness of every day’s.
The comet prophesying the revelation by tragic and fortune,
then other kings did already fear its spiritual procession.
Gold, frankincense and myrrh as protection brought,
then the magi knew the trouble in forethought.
They saw the child with mother Mary and worshiped him,
sensing the cosmic conclusion in the stable like a hymn.
The heavens declare the hands of God and the sky proclaims his work,
no speech or language or any voice are heard, but his word.
The answers are in the vortex of my son as gift of compassion,
for all shall know the true lovers revolution.
~They Followed The Star~
(Free Style)
On a very wonderful night
Two-thousand years ago
A beautiful baby boy was born
And in the sky a star did show
From Heaven above
Jesus was sent here to earth
Sent by His Father to grace
Us all the way with His birth
The Three Wise Men didn't know
But they just followed that star
The voice that told them to go
So they traveled for Him that far
Full of joy they worshiped Him
They offered Him gifts right to the brim
Jesus came to die for us upon the cross
And with His blood for us paid the cost.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
December.24.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
Walking down the street one dark night; I passed some road working equipment. Down the road a bit, I felt I was being followed. I glanced back and saw a backhoe that I’d passed at the work site; my god, I thought, I’ve walked three blocks since I passed that site; why is that backhoe following me?
I turned a corner and four blocks later I looked again…yes, backhoe was two blocks behind me! Should I run? Would it chase me?
My apartment was six blocks away; I entered an all night pharmacy and from its window, I watched the backhoe; it sat perfectly still. I bought a soda and left the pharmacy; two blocks, three, four; I was nearly home now.
The shadow of my apartment building loomed in the distance; when I reached it, I ran quickly inside, glancing back behind me; there, one block away, that vile, living backhoe!
I went up three flights of stairs to my apartment, taking two steps at a time. I looked out my window and wondered if I or anyone else dwelling there were safe from the backhoe. Would it try to destroy my building? What would I say to, warn the others there if it should attack? Then, I noticed, it was nowhere in sight!
My neighbor, Eddie would be coming home at midnight; would it follow him too? I waited up to ask him about it but, Eddie never arrived; had it gotten him?
I caught the bus for work the next morning; exhausted from a sleepless night. As it passed the work site; I swear that backhoe was smiling!
Just having fun at a bluegrass jam
When a stranger came up to me
He asked, “What sex is your mandolin”?
I said, “Where do I look to see”?
Alright said he, does it have a name?
Sure, I sometimes call her “Lexie”
Well there you have it, she’s a female
I guess you’re right, cause she’s sexy
She’s dressed up in beautiful fashion
Her skin has a velvety sheen
Healthy and tuned to a perfect pitch
“A Looker”, you know what I mean
Check out her body, and all those curves
She knows how to turn a guy on
She can woo you with soprano notes
Gently whisper, “You’re my Don Juan”
Then he asked if he could play “Lexie”
Probably, had you asked sooner
But now, I view her differently
And I’ll be her only tuner
The Sequel
Got home from the Jam after mid-night
Asleep in my chair right away
Woke up to a mandolin playing
Knew it was “Lexie” right away
Had to drag myself out of bed
And headed to the music room
The music had a sinuous sound
I’d never before heard the tune
Opened the door, sexy “Lexie” said
“Heard your words at the jam today”
I‘ve been waiting a long time for you
Take me to your chest and let’s play”
Cradling her and strumming her softly
Warming up, she got short of breath
“I love how you finger my fret board”
“Your pick on my strings is the best”
As I continued strumming softly
She whispered, “Give me some action”
Shifted to a rapid tremolo
Heard her sigh with satisfaction
When our “song of love” was completed
I rubbed on polish and buffed her
Then she asked, “When can we play again?”
In my next dream, if you prefer
PERSONIFED: mandolin
by Charles Sides
Yo Lauren,
From faith, to fugees, to fantastic lyrics against abortion and the senseless
extermination of black babies under the guise of family values making slave prisons for
profits.
I know your heart, as it spoke to a young brotha with a baby on the way, with way too much
to say, tryin’ to save the world, but still got bills to pay, trying to save souls at the
expense of his own sanity, crushed by the weight of Christian vanity.
Yo, Maybe Rasta,
Claimin’ Jersey, 20 minutes down the road on Columbia Turnpike, actin with sistas and
singin’ with saints.
My wife wants you back, but yo, wherever you are, I know your content in the bliss of
knowing that you raged against this machine that crushes dreams and when called by God to
live out of fame, out of the hip hop game, and into the sane sounds of worship. YOU
FOLLOWED!!!!
~They Followed The Star~
(Free Style)
On a very wonderful night
two-thousand years ago
A beautiful baby boy was born
And in the sky a star did show
From Heaven above
He was sent here to earth
Sent by His Father to grace
Us all the way with His birth
The Three Wise Men didn't know
But they just followed that star
The voice that told them to go
So they traveled for Him that far
Full of joy they worshiped Him
They offered Him gifts right to the brim
He came to die for us upon the cross
And with His blood for us paid the cost.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
December.15.2015
There's a story,
As old as time,
Cute little girl skipping thru the woods,
A big bad wolf who follows behind,
She's Carrying goodies for her Grammy,
She does it with love and because she's kind,
The wolf trots ahead,
He's a mastermind,
He eats her Grammy,
Wolfing her down with a glass of red wine,
Then making himself comfy in her big bed,
He Does this all in the nick of time,
The little girl knocks at the door,
"Come in sweet child of mine,"
The wolf yells with delight,
"What did you bring for your Grammy tonight?"
The little girl in her red hood,
Whispers, "something just doesn't seem right,"
Come closer my dear I could not hear,
Red yells,"Grammy your ears are outta sight!"
The wolf so cunning and clever replies,
"All the better for listening at night,"
"But Grammy I've never seen,
Such a glow in your eyes,"
"My child it's the reflection from the moon,
It lighted the way for you tonight,"
"Oh my Grammy, you have such big teeth!"
The wolf decided on a rhyme,
"Well if you haven't figured it out by now,
I'm not your dear Grammy,
You silly child,
I followed you in from the woods,
You came straight away,
As a good girl should,
Carrying your basket full of food,
In your bright red cape,
Under your little red hood,
I ate your Grammy,
I'm gonna eat you, too,"
"Hold it mister!"
Red interjects in time,
"I know the rest of this nursery rhyme,
You can't eat me because I packed,
A weapon in my little basket,
To handle big bad wolves like you,
So up against the wall,
And spread em mister,
Today's not your day at all!"
The moral of this story is tried and true,
Never take for granted,
A girls power,
Or intuition,
You bad, bad, wolf, you!
~Vickie Thayer~
I followed you
I chased you
But not in the street
Neither behind you
I followed you online
I checked on you every minute, every day
WhatsApp on you?
Your update is the start of my day
I followed you
I keep on checking what’s on your mind
What are you doing?
Where are you?
Are you lonely, hungry, happy or away?
I want to know
I followed you
Any thoughts of you, makes my day complete
When nothing new
I’m incomplete
Tempted to message you to tell I am waiting for your post
I followed you
Because I like you
Your photos brings curiosity in me
Your views influenced me a lot
You are great
You are fascinating
I followed you
To thank you
For influencing my life
More positive
More happiness
More understanding
I followed you
And will follow you forever….
……………………I hope you don’t mind
……………………………………….I followed you.
THE ONE WHO FOLLOWED THE STORM
A postlude to The Tenth Wave
And I felt helpless, as I could do nothing
But watch them sway in the wind out to sea
Hush, hush!
There, yes, right there, if you squint you can see it
Among the debris, there, yes, right there! can't you see?
There was one, yes, indeed, listen to me, says I,
Right there!
Where?
Over there...
...He seemed to come right from nowhere
When it was thought that all breaths had been taken,
Came a salty puff of water, and then
Like a little ship, a living ship, with a bow and a stern,
And most importantly, a pointy little mast at the tip
The small twisty horn which took a spot of the moon
One narwhal, young and carelessly breaching
Like any child would, split for a moment from his tribe
To watch the ghostly stillness of the ocean with soft wet eyes
Before he bobbed back with mothers, fathers, sons, daughters
To discover new lands, new lives and loves..
Two roads lead to the apple orchard.
And I cannot continue to two.
Indeed, the gaze is in that period.
I am the visionary, long I pursue.
And start to move, might be up in the queue.
The young people hit the paved road.
They are getting deeper and deeper in the future.
The other approach is warily conveyed.
And kept for older men, women, and a two-wheeler.
Even timeworn them, almost unaltered.
I moved alone through the trees and a wisp of cloud.
Another pattern has a genius approach.
That flies the same as a bird.
Yet realizing how progress has encroached.
How that we should alter the avowed.
People are worried almost the shift.
Our atmosphere is changing, darkened.
We are entering a period of mutation in work-life drift.
Digital existence shrunk the relationship deeds.
This actual violent crime has widened.
The speed will blur the limit between man and tools.
So many futile plans I've contrive have clear up.
Two roads diverged in a wood, not sure if I follow the fools.
I will be watching if things improve or will ease up.
How easily we learn to hold hope and faith has clear up.
Two roads lead to the apple orchard.
And I cannot continue to two.
Indeed, the gaze is in that period.
I am the visionary, long I pursue.
And start to move, might be up in the queue.
I followed the path because I recognised it
as the path that followed me
sunlight made the pebbles paler
as I made them darker like a shadow
I rounded a bend in the path
as the path rounded the bend in my arm
circling my palm, circling a lake
I walked as the path, the route I was taking
this 'outside' taking me
as the pebbles ignored me,
as the birds sang, as the ferns feathered
my woes - the gnarly roots up-earthing,
my sudden funny thoughts - the rays
shooting between the branches
I think they knew
but they didn't say, just welcomed me
in my time of need
I think they knew the darkness in my room
unfinished hobbies overwhelming time
left aside, strewn and scattered
sometimes pen tore through paper
on an over-turned table
I looked behind
the path was scored, gauged by my drag
as I rounded the path
as the path rounded me
I could never really understand
Why some women
Won’t give me the time of day
And seem to look the other way
Or I feel like I’m being hunted
And I’m their prey
I just don't get it.
I get so confused
You either win
Or
You lose
And it seems I don’t always have the right
To choose
I’m not exactly George Clooney
But sadly
More like
Micky Rooney
Sometimes when I go to town
I get the feeling
I’m being followed
Around
Maybe it's a deranged psycho killer
And once the huntress spots her prey
I always know what’s to come
They stick to you like barnacles on my bum
Every time I turn around
There she is again
Giving me the eye
But I never caught it or took it
I didn’t even try
Is it my aftershave
Or the way I walk?
Maybe it’s my wallet
In my back pocket
Or the smooth way I talk
Or they're blind short-sighted
I don’t know.
I thought my Mother bless
Was my biggest fan
She taught me to be respectful live life and have fun
But she never warned or taught me
About strange women and about barnacles, on my bum
When I was younger I’d go drinking out in town
Another thing I never understood
Why boys would go outside
To fight over girls
While I was inside with the girls?
They can make you feel like a rockstar
Or make you feel like a falling star
Then it becomes a shame
When they don't even know who you are
Or even know your name
Usually, I take life as it comes
Of course, I like women
But I only want that special one
And not one after my money
I turn around and she's gone
You can go to bed with Priscilla
But without her makeup in the morning
She may look like a gorilla
I like to get to know one
And have a choice like some
But not like those pesty
Deranged but sweet
Barnacles on my bum.
Peter Dome©2024.
When I took Jesus’ Hand and Followed Him
When I took Jesus’ hand and decided I would follow Him
I turned to see if my close friends were coming to,
but oh, no, I was all alone with Jesus as He
had decided this was something that He and I needed to do.
It was just Him that I had fellowship with
but in a strange and vastly different state,
far away from family and friends and everything I had known
but I got to know Him, His Father, and the Spirit of God and that was absolutely great!
I had no idea how things would work out
I just went as He directed and as He had told me to do,
I know the biggest thing was that I was totally His
and depended upon Him for everything in a land for me that was all so new.
I am still walking with my Savior
And now, forty five years later but I have to admit a bit slower,
but, I wouldn’t have had it any different than it is
because I love Him more, yes more and more!
God bless,
Marilyn S. Jennings
December 7, 2020