Best Four Hundred Poems
Eighty-Six Thousand Four Hundred
Iye! Another day
And from the blink of sleep
From the cosset of sheets
The incessant alarm pulls my feet
Iye! Another day
And the sun has conveyed splintered shadows through the trees
To dapple my wits with the even darker
The broadside of purpose waking
Twenty-four hours for repeating
And strange it seems how beauty is lost
Not one single enterprise to change belief
The daily eating of my heart
Numb and chilled through emptiness
Iye! Another day
Born with a slit throat and choked deliverance
Hollow soul to hollow life
Witness to nothing but splintered moment
Silence
Desperate quiet unreachable silence
And so it seems this thin blood
This weak and paltry empathy for fate
This ritual of eighty-six thousand four hundred
Iye! Another day
For the isolation of movement to beckon
And batter its tide on my dreams
Only to transport another useless day
To its inevitable conclusion
I lay and shy with the predominant why
Why should I
For the courage and fortitude of ordinary people
Is but control to the denizens of the animal political
And my loneliness but a rumour to vacant ears
And in the eighty-six thousand four hundred
The speech of denial records that it has lost all faith in me
Iye! Another day
Another day to deserted hope
Another day of discarded love
Another day of futile intimacy
To pull me from my cocoon of sleep
And thirty one thousand five hundred and thirty six thousand
For us to keep
Four hundred thousand waking hours passed
A blink of an eye, it seemed so fast
Between when he was born to the month he would die
His mind replayed it as his sons gathered by.
He said "I raised you well, but there’s no rule
To prevent all mistakes, to foolproof a fool.
Jim, there was no advice I could share
You kept hitting walls where there was nothing but air.
And Greg, reality gave you a sharp blow
You fell for good looks, a person you didn’t know
Blind assumptions took you off reason's track
You filled blanks with wishes instead of with facts.
You both were naive, that was your curse
Didn't realize personality is so diverse
The rainforest may have species of very kind.
But vastly outnumbered by permutations of the mind.
Greg and Jim were dismayed, they sat on the couch
They had always seen dad as a lovable grouch
But all this negativity seemed surreal
At death's door, didn't he care how he made them feel?
Dad added, "I look back, no way to make amends
My life was a train wreck with doom to my friends
I criticize you, but I didn’t know me.
I failed life's tests, who I wanted to be.
Jim and Greg met each other’s eyes, unsure what to say,
The weight of his words would not soon drift away.
Then he grasped their hands, and gave them a smile
A boost better than words, if for only a while.
I love you, I love you not
Just let me take all you got
Just a money bot
Everyone is out to take
Bad decisions are easy to make
Choose your words wise
Love in disguise
Make a call
Take a fall
No one is real
What's the deal
Just send me this money card
I'll hit your wallet hard
Special deal
I'm not even real
Taking you for a ride
Hurt your pride
Everyone trying
Don't care if your crying
Dying
Wanting all you got and a little more
Invite you in just to kick you out that door
I'm pretty
So witty
What's your income
Send me some
Take your money
But leaves you with no honey
Not so funny
No one is what they are
Who just stole my car
Now that's going to leave a scar.
Here's something every new parent soon learns
A 4 year old asks 400 questions a day, their minds yearn
Craving to discover life's secrets
No holding back their keenness
Alright li'l poopers, youse got too much time to burn
Devour about 400 bananas a year
Swinging through trees, why is it unclear
Ancestral, could be
On my cereal, yummy
Scratch my neighbors bum, his name is Peter
LOVE POEM FOUR HUNDRED 6IX
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Again, again, oncet more, again
Love, eye love ewe.
Heart so sweetY and True.
Ewe, love, love, love.
Eye wore this word out this word LOVE
When eye found out that ewe were mine
No more to wander no more to search
Eye send back all their searches
And send all their searches back
Eye made this number up
Just to rhyme this with a kiss
This is just a poem
Love poem four hundred 6IX.