Best Funneling Poems
There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope
Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care
About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you
We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace
And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive
As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife
And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids
We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good
Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal
We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice
We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong
Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through
The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care
We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone
And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you
Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest
Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.
Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down tunneled alleys,
tearing at the edges
of flailing flags,
hastening the pace
of lethargy’s malaise.
Oh March
you docile lamb
caressing soft peeking buds,
nurturing the squawk
of nestlings,
nudging idle cocoons
to wakefulness,
warming ophidian
cold blood.
Oh March
you are the hint
of warming’s kiss
titillating Spring’s yawn.
John G. Lawless
©3/1/2018
Dear uncle, what can I say at the twilight of my life
about the things you did to me
About a time of my youth when I could barely talk,
let alone write poetry
We were family so I was told
as they gave away my bedroom
and accommodated you and your entire family
Backbone and boundaries words yet to be tasted
on a little girls silent muted lips...
I slept on a broken cot in the living room
with my cousin Nina
while you got to sleep in my soft bed.
I was the offspring of your wife's brother,
did that not mean anything to you ?
You pressed your old lips on hers
told her she tasted good
you made her weep
and cry, run away
and hide
Silent secrets festered
between you and I
You, an immigrant pedophile
who knew not the meaning of family
nor decency ...
Dear uncle,
You pressed my young lips with your salty ones
taking my innocence while mom lay on a hospital bed
miles away from home.
My other body guard, father and hero
was busy in the cellar,
funneling sweet wine to serve your bitter belly.
I tried to tell mom ages later beneath outstretched stars
but she said God spared her the knowledge
for she couldn't have handled the knowing, back then
as if it was all about her and not me.
Too bad God didn't spare that little girl uncle,
was she not worth it ? heh
At twelve years of age I picked up a pen
and I wrote about what I couldn't speak of
yes, I became a poet thanks to you !
I turned to verse like a hungry beast
with her tongue cut out.
As you lie in your grave,
do you remember the child in me?
do you recall the warm baths
you were denied access to ?
Thank God mom came home
and you and your entire family moved out
Do you remember that stone face girl with
the sepulcher mouth that said
that spoke with her eyes only, " keep out "
Do you remember me, Uncle G ?
Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Tidal wave funneling the tornado of the sea; as dolphins rush to ride the swell.
12/5/2015 Contest Sponsored by: Silent One "One Liners Two"
Placed 2nd
Darken clouds swarm, twisting,
Intertwining giants mass,
Funneling truants blend.
A moving death storm descends,
Without warming it begins.
An eerie silence lingers,
Eluding detection.
Swiftly, comes the wind of a
Thousand screams,
Gripes ripping apart mother earth.
Faster, faster like a speeding train,
No place to hide nowhere to run.
Rubles ruins, torn flesh,
Mangled metal.
Broken shards scattered across,
Baron plains.
Carnage, wreckage sisters to fate,
Utterly torn apart by mutual rage,
Destroys all.
Humanities sorrow reflects,
Troubled skies.
Desperation's tears shiver through,
Heaven's grate.
The path of destruction can never,
Be undone.
But as fast as it came it disappears.
Yet its mark litters every inch of,
Blacken ground.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Words of trust to the grave
These circumstances I go through
Cause a battle of the heart
A lengthy conflict of emotions I can't separate apart
Thoughts of you are wrestling continuously in my mind
You the opponent holding me down intertwine
This relationship I will not persist
You can't explain your understanding so you resist
Avoiding confrontation nothing ever happened
Yet we can't discuss so it's blackened
Our existence liken to the fall of man
Funneling into the abyss
From which our nightmare began
Given to you all the deepness of my inside
Taken away the enclosed place to hide
Feeling used and abused and so abandoned
Escaping my life you become the phantom
Your spoken words of love "to the grave"
Have taken me under like the ocean wave
From this condition I have learned
Your had no concern
You never kept your word
The words of trust have been disposed
Into the grave to decompose
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Around in the night underneath street lamp’s lights a star’s swaggers speaking wicked word’s of philosophy, “who shall endear love’s unconditional virtues” funneling life’s glitzy glamour.
The only vehicle of world’s transformation is the crazed thinking of prolific mind’s hovering pandering the crazy mind’s to the philosophy of a philosophical personal fee.
Underneath the nights bright lights a star’s swagger the essence of beauty a cherished personality.
Prolific mind hovering around pandering wasting no time catching the essence of intellectual beauty.
Hall marking the distinguishing essence of intellectual resilience becoming the hallmark of brilliance lighting the beauty of a personality with swagger.
Cherishing life’s intellectual logos marking earth’s seasonal premier.
Philosophical philosophy of a crazy mind pandering the crazed thinking of capital in prophets of a profitable time. To life’s astrology of star’s aligning in futures designs to dimensions of an era of passionate passions in life’s limited time.
Igniting the flames desire of futures fortunes, & burning the pasts misfortunes of the mislead.
Fame hovering around the star’s fortunes, interpretations of time to hold & unfold only time will tell. Lyrically bold leaving the past in the cold as histories passions of the old.
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"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination"
~ A Rambling Poet ~
Deep in the center of a lush green forest, I found it -
a lovely solitary door atop a three-tier stone platform.
By simply pushing through it, I had opened up my mind.
I found myself atop a center tier
gathering fresh ideas. . .
readying for descent.
Starting the last step with those ideas
that dissolved together like liquid,
I let the words start to flow like
a river through a forest
of imagination -
as if by magic -
funneling down
the last step
to this
poem.
For the Contest of Constance la France: Three Gems
(using three different forms
A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow.
Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.
Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow.
Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes
Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace.
Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus.
Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains.
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.
- Yours Truly
I'm a provocative artist spilling ink's
brilliant spectrums of colorful emotions.
Productive Poet seeking worldwide
philosophical philosophies ambitions
of "crazy mind's ".
Provoking philosophical philosophy
streamlining ergonomics of the mind
in life's angelic orchids of ageless wisdom's.
Whispers of my words echo throughout
time with exquisite wizardtrii & ageless
philosophy.
Question the caress of a Philosopher’s
soft word's embellishing wisdom's
of mythical proportions.
Multifaceted dexterity a cherished
personality with eccentricities of
simplicity.
My flaws are multi-facet eccentricities
of a devoted passion rearranging star studded premiers.
Spiritual Spitz tunneling & funneling
tasty bite-sized wisdoms living life’s
philosophic philosophy in which life agrees
in greatest proportions.
Exquisitely unique with a custom
physique of a sharp dagger
double-edged swagger.
Ambidextrous configurations of my
dexterity twin in line designs in a
single file rhyme.
Smearing colorful abstracts in
mythical designs mesmerizing
my life & times
Commemorating these provocative
lines with a unique dynamic of time.
Prophet in profits of a profitable future
configurations of my multi cultural
points of view.
A conspiracy without no theory
a hypothetical question listening
to no suggestions.
Architect of accentuating aesthetics
in romance with a provocative
dance in a mythical prancing pose.
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Textured jewels approaching the horizon
Funneling velvet water
With exhilarating sky
Lush beach fingers the sunset
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Delicious day ends
I look and listen to all that’s around the view from where I’m standing seems like a mound.
If you see what I see and are no kin to me we are free to be given an aura of chi?
Being humble and meek but not considered a sneak what spies the eye I silently seek.
Ghostly In style never cracking a smile I absorb all that I see my vision is limited to me,
blind I am going to be.
Hearing growing sharp chirping song birds in the park keeps me with a spark my spirit happy
and lark, the lord has all of my heart.
I take nothing for granted my feet are ground and planted, where I am in life is where I’ll be
abundant resources are available to me.
Very few friendships relying on kinship the night owl hoots sirens and car horn always toot,
my vision is tunneling all my money is funneling.
Glaucoma has a will the eye drops and pills keep the pressure almost to nil all I can do is
upgrade my skill until someday my main purpose I can fulfill.
The meaning is clear my vision is not inflammation has me seeing black floaters and spots,
the years of sight I have left I know not.
James C Bryant Jr.
July 4, 2010
"what if a black hole was a higher form of light..."
... in some ways, I believe this to be true, not knowing why, when or who I might have
seen, read or heard such a thing through, but yes... if this can be, then it must be true,
that we're living inside and are the black hole. or did I just sound like a moroon? ...
before we could see in.the.red, we only saw blue and before we could see the ultra, it was
just violets hue... instruments advance, we and our intelligence grow....
... we used to think lightening was 'god' bowling and in some ways, we still do ;)
"account[ing] for the 'faster than light particles'..."
...If a funnel was funneling I would have to guess, and funneling along as to pull at my
dress, I would have to think,... as the funnel got faster there'd be an 'out' to the sink.
But then again... that would imply there's gravity, tugging at my skirt like a mystery and
I'm not sure that's what I see...
Faster then fast light speeds indeed makes excellent scents and sensibilities with reason
and peace.able intentions... I have to mention that 'we' can somehow be, become and put a
dent in some with sensual motion... it's an ocean out here when one doesn't know what
they're 'talkin' about. :) that's me no doubt.
"as coming from a higher dimension (and thus a higher frequency) it would 'move' or
vibrate at a higher rate ..."...
of indecency maybe ;)~ just had to stroke the coals...
Vibrate indeed it would need to do and in my humble opinion already does, as my cats and
dog can know Nature's love... I know it might sound in sight of science, like something
coming from the unsound mind of Frankly.E.inStein as rubbish... but hey, I never said I
was his bride. Just along for a ride on what might be the swirling vibe of that 'hole'...
I dunno... but having said that I'll add this IF we give as it says and then we receive,
I'd have to say yes, at faster then light speeds, it would have to be true. I could be on
your lap just lookin at you...
wink.ET.blink... my friend... remember, I know 'nothing'. ;) and this was just for 'fun'.
Deep and dark are the caverns of the mind,
filled with memories of days gone by.
Twisted thoughts of the things we left behind,
all the painful things we try to hide inside.
All these curving tunnels steering through our souls,
funneling back our memories when we get so old.
All of these old thoughts running through our minds,
Awake or when we sleep, they take us back in time.
We learn from our mistakes, that is what they always say.
Our memories are there to help us some-how, someday.
We live with twisted thoughts flowing through our minds,
Flooded with memories of the things we try to hide.