Best Footstool Poems
* Collaboration of Limericks written by Jan Allison,
Tom Cunningham, Tania Kitchin and Lin Lane
Here's a news flash, the latest scoop
There are parasites in the soup
AI bottom feeders
Poet superceders
Those who cannot write worth a poop
Artificial intelligence is smart
But never uses words found in the heart
Some dolts use it to cheat
Thinking they are discreet
We should hit them in their butts with a dart
They say AI is here to stay
But plagiarism is another way
Some may copy/paste Poe
Or other greats you know
Add their name, it's sorted way hey!
We know you're fake and using AI
Your poems are nothing but a lie
Wanting to be cool
but instead, a fool
Now you can just leave our site, goodbye!
Some poets get Poem of the Day
It's AI, (of course they don't say)
AI contest "winners"
Are poetry sinners
Does admin prevent them - no way!
Real poets write using only their hand
AI users need more'n a reprimand
Deleting their accounts
'fore their winning surmounts
There should be a way they could all be banned
Stay put, no need to get out of bed
Or have a thought in your empty head
So, just ask Alexa
And she'll write it for ya
A shame you can't use your brain instead
What is your real poetry name?
As fake poems seem to be your game
All Plagiarism and AI
We're really not sure why
Your page is pathetically lame
Pestilence borne in the form of AI
Not of Biblical proportion but why
do you have need to chouse
Poets' concern and rouse
the community to feel so awry
On the day AI begins its world rule
People will still call each other a fool
Is the human race then doomed
AI will have us all groomed
To serve them as lowly slaves, a footstool
I asked a generator to write a Limerick, its response was...
An AI that wrote with great flair,
Could craft limericks beyond compare.
With rhythm and rhyme,
In a jiffy, each time,
It brought smiles to faces everywhere!
This was my response
No! au contraire, AI generator
Not everyone smiles at your creator
I will admit you're quick
but it's deceptive schtick
You're a bad poet's ego inflator
Categories:
footstool, community,
Form:
Limerick
If you havn't read my other Orange Crush pieces, please start at the beginning. If you like them consider reading on.
Ricky jumped off the footstool holding me tightly in his little hand. I could feel his imagination coming to life. Within his mind the clear water had turned a brilliant orange and as he drank from me he could feel the bubbles tickling his throat. I felt alive with the possibilities this imagination of his would bring to light.
The rest of the evening consisted of eating and watching images flashing on a square box. It rather bored me because they were in black and white, I much preferred looking out the picture window at people doing their thing and cars driving by. Real life was much clearer and had a lot more colors. As it got darker out, the color all seemed to fade away. I think I prefer day time. Ricky's mom said it was time for the kids to brush their teeth and go to bed. They all rushed up the stairs and I was left on the coffee table.
Ricky's mom was cleaning up and grabbed me and three Coke bottles that Dadio had emptied. She carried us to the kitchen and placed us in a segregated box beneath the sink. Just as she was about to close the door, little Ricky ran into the room and said "where's my bottle" mom responded "What do you want with a silly bottle?" he responded "I like it" His mom smiled, pulled me out of the case and handed me to Ricky. If I were able to smile I would have had a toothy grin of my own.
More adventures for "Soda Pop" if there is enough interest to carry on with the story.
Categories:
footstool, adventure, child, crush,
Form:
Personification
Thought you folks might like to read this. Someone sent it in an email to me.
The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama . Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama ! The judge's poem sums it up quite well.
America the beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine
choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain
From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray
We've kept God in our
temples, how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.
We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
who throw reason out the door,
Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.
You think that God's not
angry, that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:
Then God will hear from Heaven;
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful,
If you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee..
Categories:
footstool, sad, god, evil, god,
Form:
Rhyme
My Song-
O' LORD, You are my Song.
Your Name is Awesome! Glory!
To You, God, I belong.
You wrote me in Your story.
My Father-
My Father is so good.
I like to call Him Dad.
He told me that I should.
He said it makes Him glad.
You Give-
You give my heart to praise.
You give me love for prayer.
You give me all my days.
You give each breath of air.
I Will Thank You-
I will thank You in the dark.
I will thank You for the night.
I will thank You for the spark.
I will thank You in the light.
You Will Keep Me-
You will keep me when I stand.
You will keep me when I fall.
You will keep me in Your hand.
You will keep me through it all.
My Savior and Great God-
My Savior and great God above, Who reignest upon high,
the earth is but Your footstool; You clothe Yourself with sky;
and in the clouds You shall return; the twinkling of an eye.
Then all Your saints shall soar to meet, and with, You ever fly.
Categories:
footstool, bible, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
Intense heat ripples across
the vast sand dunes of the Serengeti
where it intersects with the
silent shores of a rare desert lake
a calm, cool oasis for both
man and beast.
Taj Mahal of the desert
it is a liquid cradle of life
coveted by a thousand tongues
as languid lake mesmerizes
drawing all that breathes
to its scarce waters, casting a
mirage like spell, beckoning
with reflections set off by
the hot desert sun, to come.
Salvation for the weary traveler
primal waters implore, drink!
Drink to the full, and be filled!
For blessings, unforeseen
are at this footstool of life
a sacred spot, touched by
the hands of heaven
offering a haven of rest, respite
and tranquility for all who want.
Written on 4/9/2019
Categories:
footstool, destiny, drink, water,
Form:
Free verse
The building of God's holy spirit to dwell
Is not found by the works of mans hand
As the tower of Babel when confusion
Was handed over to the depraved intentions
Still in these days how many seek God
In the beauty of buildings deception
When God's true presence might be left outside
For those which are seeking in pureness
The true God will show up within you
To destroy all that mankind has instilled
With Jesus laying a new foundation
The true carpenter who gives eternal blueprints
No charge but freely given with love and joy
That God's promised spirit might find dwelling
To reveal the true place of worship
The beauty not made by hands of mankind
But through the Spirit and Truth
Manifesting one into a new spiritual living being
Surrounding one in the presence of God
That the true beauty of God's creation
Is within one before walking into a building
Love and much prayers for any seeking true worship
For everyone has access to same spirit
Go and tell my servant David, ‘This is what the Lord says: Are you the one to build me a house to dwell in? I have not dwelt in a house from the day I brought the Israelites up out of Egypt to this day. I have been moving from place to place with a tent as my dwelling. Wherever I have moved with all the Israelites, did I ever say to any of their rulers whom I commanded to shepherd my people Israel, “Why have you not built me a house of cedar?” ’
2 Samuel 7:5?-?7 NIV
“However, the Most High does not live in houses made by human hands. As the prophet says: “ ‘Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. What kind of house will you build for me? says the Lord. Or where will my resting place be? Has not my hand made all these things?’
Acts 7:48?-?50 NIV
For we are co-workers in God’s service; you are God’s field, God’s building. By the grace God has given me, I laid a foundation as a wise builder, and someone else is building on it. But each one should build with care. For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in your midst?
1 Corinthians 3:9?-?11?, ?16 NIV
Categories:
footstool, fate,
Form:
Free verse
A golden weaver's beam in my right hand and white portals is where I stand;
Still and yet moving;
How can this be?
Portals upon portals white and clean.
An open airway with pillars anew;
the golden beam with His footstool far below me.
Higher and higher these portals go;
The weaver's beam let go.
Still and yet moving;
No more.
Clothed with a vail quietly;
Thousands upon thousands of golden weaver's beams begin to fall;
In an array of no form but a circle within a cloud.
My hand stretched and unable to obtain above;
Each side to wide.
Ascending and descending with ease;
among the golden weaver's beams.
Scales of sounds that were never written have shrieks of eagles beaks.
The width of ascending and descending is more than a pine tree sideways.
As a King writes upon a scroll;
The living waters flow.
Unwritten shrieks and scales unknown.
Beyond more than all of the weaver's beams and pine trees that are not still;
Is the sound of thunder and lightning of old.
Still and yet moving;
How can this be?
Closer and closer the pine tree gets;
Comes a sound that few ever hear.
Clearer and clearer can the Praises of God echo from heaven to me and back again.
By Christy Miller
Categories:
footstool, angel, bible,
Form:
Free verse
In the kingdom of the Waters
She sits enthroned on its womb
Flanked by the silver facet Atlantic-Indiana
As the barking tides wrestle her marble feet
In the court of the Tropics
She is robed in green foliage of ancient savannah
Adorned with pearls of arid sands,
With ivory mountain and cincture of rift
In the mythic boarder of the Equator
She rests at the footstool of the fierce sun
Comforted by cloud’s tears
And caressed by solemn winds
In the royal neighborhood of Continents
She locks horn with Europe
In the witness of Asia
And her offspring Madagascar
Categories:
footstool, africa, dedication, environment, mother,
Form:
Sonnet
Any person who’s in employment, works in a safe environment
As policies have all been put in place to eradicate accidents
But how many of us, are as diligent when it comes to our family
And risk assess each room at home to ensure it’s hazard free
Each year, there are so many injuries, that are caused by trips and falls
In the home, so experts tell us, that it’s the most unsafe place of all
Those most at risk are our elders, especially ones who live alone
When trips or falls at their time of life, can result in broken bones
It doesn’t take anything major, the smallest innocuous event
Can cause the elderly, a child or ourselves, to have an accident
Old worn slippers that slop off feet, over-furnished rooms
Chairs used as ladders and trailing leads are all where danger looms
Frayed loose carpets, and failing health, can lead to jeopardy
So ‘Safety First’ is the watchword, to protect from injury
Throw out shabby slippers - clean out rooms - make pathways clear
Secure trailing leads - use a footstool - have health checks every year
Ensure safety is your mindset, and risk assessment habitualistic
So you and your family don’t end up, as one more Health and Safety statistic.
Categories:
footstool, family, healthhealth,
Form:
Rhyme
Stay humble, my friend for trouble lasts for a while.
This life horrors us with many tests and trials.
Alone you may think you are, but don't fret.
Your enemies will soon be your footstool.
Honesty,courtesy, and prayer are are some components of humility.
Understanding yourself as well as others also plays a part.
Memorize these instructions, which are a good tool.
Be kind and wise,observant strong and quiet, too.
Learning and living by the of God is the best facility and
Example for yourself and the rest to be and to stay in the act of humility.
wrote Spring 2004
while student @ ULM
Categories:
footstool, faith, family, inspirational, life,
Form:
Acrostic
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....“But Solomon built Him a house. However, the Most High does not
Dwell in temples made with hands, as the prophet says: `Heaven Is
My throne, and earth is My footstool. What house will you build for Me?
Says the Lord, or what is the place of My rest? Has My hand not made
All these things?` You stiff necked and uncircumcised in heart and ears!
You always resist the Holy Spirit: as your fathers did, so do you.
Which of the prophets did your fathers not persecute? And they killed
Those who foretold the coming of the Just One, of whom you now have
Become the betrayers and murderers, who have received the law
By the direction of angels and have not kept it.`
When they heard these things they were cut to the heart, and they
Gnashed at him with teeth. But he, being full of the Holy Spirit ~
Gazed into heaven and saw The Glory of God, and Jesus standing....
At the right hand of God, and said, `Look! I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man
Standing at the right hand of God!` Then they cried out with a loud
Voice, stopped their ears, ran at him, with one accord; and they
Cast him out of the city and stoned him. And the witnesses laid down
Their clothes at the feet of a young man named Saul. And they stoned
Stephen as he was calling on God and saying
`Lord Jesus, receive my Spirit.` ~
Then he knelt down and cried out with a loud voice, `Lord, do not
Charge them with this sin.` And when he had said this, he fell asleep.”
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....“The Book of Acts, Chapter 7.” *
Categories:
footstool, love, , cute,
Form:
In times like these
watching the tales of the night unfurl
while the stars are alight,
bright in their glory
I remember you
and the hurdles that lay before us
I plead with space seeking for reason why time will never suffice
I contemplate what to do with infinity as she strides further
I thank eternity for her patience
We resume our favorite room-continuum
and leave the rest of our history to eternity and infinity
to compose, debate and solve our conundrum
Remember your aspirations as I ponder mine
You know that I will always keep you in my prayers
We need not give up
For we are just a footstool away from realizing our dreams
I will preserve you in my memory
Hoping that time will show mercy
and grace will protect me
This I promise you
I will remember you till the day that I last
My Dear Lady.
Categories:
footstool, love, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Am I to live a poor
man’s life,
to struggle and toil
with hunger and
strife?
Am I to be lowly
kissing the feet of
kings
as they feast at
their tables
and they dance and
they sing?
Will success
continue to be a
stranger
as I fail again and
again with all of my
wagers?
Am I but a peasant
who dreams of
success,
who hopes to one day
be blissfully
blessed?
How long must I
endure this struggle
called life
before I can care
for my children and
wife?
Am I always to be a
footstool or will I
stand in the tower
looking down upon my
endless fortunes for
hour upon hour?
Am I one day to
aspire
or will I continue
to wallow in this
murk and this mire?
Is this hopelessness
just as it seems or
will my labors
deliver riches
beyond my wildest
dreams?
Will I achieve
status, fortune and
fame?
Will the people
cheer at the mention
of my name?
One can only dream.
One can only dream.
Categories:
footstool, blessing, celebrity, dream, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Too often I have forgotten the nectar
of welcomed recollection,
Having been lazed out
in Sylvan grasses green,
lounging upon the footstool of the world.....
where the wood marries the wedded waters,
where the songster sings from his hooded perches ----
Where the dream is ripe,
with long, easeful melodies;
With wind chasing the swooning dapples....
A short sleep in the lilting sky for a pampered muse,
Could life be sweeter in some ghost-clap mansion hall?
where the forest doesn't whisper in the womb of a man's soul?
***(A plea for a swift arriving Spring/Summer....)***
Categories:
footstool, anxiety, nature, spring,
Form:
Free verse
A NAME ABOVE ALL NAMES -- fv
There is a Name above all names. His Name is Jesus. He is the only Begotten Son of God, born of the Virgin Mary, had a cousin named John the Baptist, and at the age of 30 began a three year ministry that cost Him His life. However, His Father had a different plan for Him. So He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand and made the world His footstool. The story of this Man has been written in a book called the Bible. This book gives a play by play account of the life of this Man called Jesus from birth to death by crucifixion, to His Resurrection, and His Second Coming. Prophesied 700 years before his birth took place and happened just as prophesied. Angels from the realms of glory announced His birth to a group of shepherds who hurried to the stable where He was born and after bearing witness to His birth they returned to their flocks praising God for what He had revealed to them and they broadcast the news to all people. He was baptized by His cousin, John, tempted in the wilderness by satan, healed the sick, gave sight to the blind, caused the lame to walk again, and raised people from the dead. These miracles are a part of the joy of all mankind if they believe that God exists, that Jesus is His Son and that all the recorded events are true to include life after death and eternity spent in Paradise then His Name should be heralded as the Name Above All Names and we who serve Him will be among those in Heaven for eternity. If not, the same satan who tempted Jesus will be cast into a lake of fire and his followers along with him. They too will spend eternity -- not in Paradise, but in a fiery hell set aside for them. So, this Man called Jesus means everything to me over all else on earth. He is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, and His Kingdom shall have no end.
12 March 2019 - For the contest sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
footstool, christian, feelings, god, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse