Best Further(A) Poems
Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
REMEMBERANCE POEM
(penned by Gordon AKA Alex Alexander R Sigs 1987 –2013)
Alas it is that time of year
When we all shed a tear
For absent soldiers who went before
In far away lands fighting a war
From Ypres to the Somme
And further a field
Too many men
Far too young to be killed
Then more recent events did occur
In places some think mighty obscure
Places such as Iraq
Some families wishing daddy was back
Other places such as Afghanistan
Fighting for freedom of the condemned man
Not knowing who the enemy was
And being taken for this cause
Reminiscent of troubles near by
In places such as NI
I know this may upset a few
But all these conflicts are very true
I know I have missed quite a few
Such as the Falklands War and Bosnia too
Many countries where we have served
For human rights to be observed
They defended our country
With all there might
Never giving up the fight
Even in the dark of night
Remembering the fallen
Is not a one day event
They left too early
This was not meant
They are remembered daily by
Us that are left
There legacy will always live on
If we all remember what job they done
R.I.P my brothers in Arms
Until together we serve in heavens farm
Looking after one and all
Dancing with angels at the ball
Upon these craggy hills, I sit and in wonderment, I stare
Gods beauty is reflected everywhere
thundering surf crashing below
It's Thomas Hardy's world we know
The limestone rock formations
Millions of years the transformation
Under the sea, they lay until the continents collided
And here they stand in awe, magnificently divided.
The Jurassic coast of Dorset
Lulworth Cove its corset.
On ancient hills, my feet now trudge
I give myself a needed nudge
A little further up the hill
I feel a sudden eerie chill
The ghost of Thomas Hardy in our midst
Least I fool you with my wist.
I walk upon these craggy hills
The ocean below its froth it spills
How much longer, my feet are aching
The suns come out and I am baking.
A little further, a little more
Around the corner awaits Durdle Door
I punch my fist up in the air,
What I see below is rare.
Durdle Door the famous arch
I reached it finally. I am parched.
I snap the pictures in disbelief
There it stands like a commander in chief
The arch looks like a dinosaur
The thunderous waves roar with encore
My eyes hug the cliffs along the coast
The Atlantic Ocean blue, the sky reflecting in its hue
A ship in the distance is sailing
I must make my visit brief Adele and the dogs are waiting
I quench my thirst with much-needed water
I should have made her come, I should have brought her.
The snaps and video will have to do
I loved my trip down the Jurassic coast and so will you.
Spiritual Globalisation
Bulldoze a temple!
Blast a church!
But can you break or batter
Allah,Krishna and Christ?
Not to be bullied,
Dismembered:
Where there’s a flower
There a shrine
Where there’s a heart
There the scripture
No need to demolish
Every need to construct
A Ram temple in Mecca
A mosque in Vatican
Further a church in Janmabhumi *;
Lay with humanity
Temple mosque and church
To garnish the globe.
*refers to Ramjanmabhumi in Ayodhya, India ,where stands famous temple of LORD RAMA of
Hindus.Adjecent to which stood A MOSQUE ,BABRIMASJI ,unfortunately that mosque was tumbled
by certain religious fanatics.
SMILING FACES
Intro: shalom, hi, hey and hello,
welcome to my poem called smiling faces, where all faces are not the SAME.
But some of them, are the face of FAME. And others, are the face of SHAME.
But nonetheless, not all faces here, value their good NAME. And you know? Because some of them are full of GAMES; also out for GAMES; and so, it doesn't matter if their good NAME gets DEFAME. And so, without further a due, here's my poem called SMILING FACES; and goes a little something like this:
Sometimes, some smiling faces, is the very FACE, that will take you PLACES.
And have you to MOVE, and get you on the GROOVE; have you to go more than a MILE.
And still, have you not to go WILD, be WILD; and also to act WILD.
And be straight foul.
But instead, some of them would PROFILE you, see your FILE; know your STYLE, while they have you to SMILE MILD like a little CHILD.
And sometimes, there are some of them, that would SKIN and GRIN with you and plus, at you, WHILE they give you ah glass of GIN to sip on; and hope that, you don't SIN, but lift up your CHIN, while they take you IN like a true FRIEND and FAN.
And see you through, up until you can STAND and FIEND for yourself at the very END.
For sometimes, there are some of them, who would smile at you and plus, smile with you and even smile in your face; and still think that you are a WASTE, simply because, they cannot get into your good GRACE, SPACE, CASE; also, FACE. And so, therefore, they just want you to be out of the RACE. Because you have such ah beautiful smile, FACE, TASTE,; also PLACE. but anyway, deep down INSIDE, with all jokes ah SIDE in some of their MINDS; also heart, BEHIND their smiles, some of them are as WILD as a CRODOCILE running on TILES. And trust me, I am not in a DENIAL. For I have been THERE; also HERE, for AWHILE; definitely I know their PROFILE; also STYLES. For many of them are DEFILE and full of GUILE. and why is that? It is because, some of them, are always LIEING, and have something to HIDE. And so, for that reason, they are not as open and WIDE like the blue SKIES. For many of them goes under DESGUISE and doesn't want to be RECOGNIZE for their LIES; or for being SLY. And truly that cannot FLY in my EYES, for I find them to be pretty SLY and I cannot let it FLY, SLIDE; or RIDE and DIE without keeping a close EYE.
Love is fake and hate is real, some people say,
And I know why they feel and see it this way.
Hate is base, more available, and far more accessible
Easily expressible, you can hardly fail be successful.
Love is just a little further, a bit more extreme;
It takes effort and creativity, so fake it may seem.
But copper roses don’t ever wilt away - that I will say;
The effort we put into loving others is here to stay.
When we hate another, we see our reflection in inferiors, but angrily turn and deny it’s there,
But with enough effort we recognize our complexion in those mirrors and find that we care.
Because love and hate aren’t disagreeable opposite sides of one coin;
They are a mere difference of degrees; and in definition they’re joined.
Both are forms of seeing your reflection in your annoying mother or brother,
But love means you recognize it – hate is just the ignorant form of the other.
So if someone can hate you, then they can love you if they just look a little further and wonder, and get past the ignorance keeping us all back;
If we just try a little harder, we can love those we otherwise attack.
So thank you for working a lot harder, seeing past your grief, and making the incredible attempt
To love those who make your belief in angels more defensible than your belief in them.
At ease of ill on bed where thoughts I lay
over cigar butts & a bottle of gin approaching
to its eight. c/o you, a wry malice
once most I herd under the influence of curiosity, intimacy
more than half-intended, if by if, further a notice,
if at all. Let me tell you further:
within my mind painted of green is panting
alongside its walls are sweating. More of a further,
between gasps & heavy breaths I move
from one to the other. Still,
so little you know how I’d run into you
in the most fluid of further:
humidity settles, as I fancy with wonder to imagine
you with me alone hoarding
warmth between our thighs, all save for benediction. Truth to tell,
between mine is tightening, for all that. Hence,
we kiss, then we coo. To err us,
feeding long on each other’s tongue adorned with scents
of sin ending up like fools to think it clever to thrust,
sequent to taste, the in-betweens as against the other:
a piece of heaven that reeks of me & you. Our bodies also,
waists, chests, & torsos made slippery by sweat,
by love. Like so, too, I long for our thighs to cross
like of my fingers by here.
Soon, there: somewhere,
(hereby, fingers crossed) not elsewhere.
Furious George
was a monkey, so bad
He beat up his trainer
which made him feel glad
You can find him often
pitching a fit
But don't get too close
while he's throwing his ....
Then came the day
when a publisher called
to further a deal
hitherto stalled
But in the end
they rejected his story
and Furious George
left them just a bit gory
He was hauled off to jail
awaiting appeal
while his Curious Cousin
got the book deal
Mike Wise
10-18-19
A RAINY DAY
A RAINY DAY,
IS A REAL BEAUTIFUL DAY
AND THAT'S DEPENDING ON HOW YOU SEES IT.
IN FACT, A RAINY DAY
IS A DAY WHERE EVERYTHING THIRSTY
IS THOUGHT OF FIRST, BY GOD OF COURSE.
IN FACT, A RAINY DAY
IS GOD'S WAY OF SAYING NOTHING WILL DIE OF THIRST, OR DROUGHT
AND ON TOP OF THAT , IT IS, GOD'S WAY OF SAYING I LOVE YOU ALL
AND WITH ME I WILL NOT LET YOU ALL PERISH OR FALL.
FURTHER, A RAINY DAY
IS A DAY WHERE ALL GETS THERE PIECES OF THE PIE
AND THAT'S WHETHER THEY'RE HIGH ABOVE AND OR BELOW.
AND THAT, I ABSOLUTELY LOVES.
ALSO, A RAINY DAY
IS NOT A BORING DAY; IN FACT, A RAINY DAY, IS A VERY COMFORTABLE DAY
TO RELAX AND ENJOY INDOOR ACTIVITIES WITH AN UNDERSTNDING THAT GOD, LOVE HIMSELF, IS IN CHARGE AND ALSO IS AT LARGE. LOL...
AND, AT THE END OF THE DAY,
A RAINY DAY, IS A DAY WHERE WE CAN SEE TO BE A MOMENT TO HAVE TIME ALONE AND TO SIMPLY MEDITATE AT ANY RATE; ALSO TO FEEL GREAT, WITH THE BEAUTIFUL SOUND OF NATURE AND THE RAIN DROPS THAT FLOPS AND POPS ON THE GROUND EVERY ROUND; THAT THERE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL TO ME; IN FACT, THAT IS WHY I ENJOY A REAL BEAUTIFUL RAINY DAY. SO, AS I CLOSE OUT, I WILL SAY THAT A RAINY DAY, IS JUST ONE OF GOD'S MANY, MANY BLESSINGS THAT WE SHOULD ALWAYS ENJOY, RECIEVE AND ADORE, EVEN IF THAT WAS NOT IN, OR ON OUR PERSONAL AGENDA. I SAY SO, BECAUSE A RAINY DAY HAS A PURPOSE TOO, JUST LIKE US; SO TA, TA AND BE BLESS BY THE RAIN OF GOD, LOVE HIMSELF, WHIiLE HE REIGN AND RAINS ON ANY DAY. SHALOM. POEM WRITTEN BY: (CRYSTAL) YEHUWDIYTH Y. YISRAEL
Partisanship
Is a towering ship
Complete with a hoisted flag,
Not a flying, dying rag
Her height chasing Heaven,
Her crew certain that she is a haven;
The Civil Service only
To not on her embark,
To keep acting the Lonely
And it keep avoiding like a starving shark…
For civil servants could hundreds of things spoil
And as Partisans, free elections foil;
By this vessel robbed of Impartiality
And by it drained of Neutrality!
Partisanship
Is further a contemptible illness:
A crazy political worship
Of one with your own very weakness;
On the presiding seat
To sometimes ignite a worse heat!
And I reckon, Partisanship
Is a determined focusing flea:
To oppressors signaling their invisible hanging tree
And therefore every breakfast should include a nervous tea!
A conquering army
Easily making barmy,
When detect it couldn’t the Rebelling Enemy
And had to reschedule a victory’s celebration with St. Remy;
Now and then stomaching invisible bullets
Faultlessly dropping their men like pullets.
To make a new experience,
once I thought to walk down my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge…..
I crossed the Chowrungee
& walked down the foot of the Grand,
I saw an oldman to his daily daydreams',
eyes to the heaven - and hands to the earth,
leaning there to the marble pillar beside the Bata-showroom.
I crossed him and hundreds passed by,
thousands looked at him
and rest, running to the new market's new brand.
Little further I went…
infront of the Indian Museum,
there I saw a woman, with her child in the warmth of her arms,
sitting there crying for her life and praying for her child,
but, none looked down to the present,
rather, eager to know the legends,
and hundreds came out by the history;
rest were still in the museum,
in the future through the time machine.
I went on, walking down by the foot,
crossed the road and further a two minutes of walk,
as I headed to the Victoria Memorial Hall-
the beautiful marble palace and its calm surrounding,
there the couples making their day, and ,
one making a sketch of that beautiful marble architecture,
but, none could make a sketch of that little baby's heart…
who's clothings were only his naked body,
crying for little shelter and thirst for mother's breast milk.
He was born to make a new life,
and he's lying there for someone could sketch his lost life.
I realized then ,
what I thought of an experience to walk down to my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge,
is an experience to make a sketch….
of the real life,
in Kolkata.
A Letter To Trump
you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your invory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just ***** and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree
where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more pot shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?
Men of Islam, why do you kill?
For religions enforcing will
Thru rhetoric and words of men
Interpretations profound in them
But just their vision, all they see
No truth in hatred, chained, unfree
For God or Allah, what's in a name
The one deity, all the same
Do you believe that he asks sin
From those who wish to worship him?
Or is that just what some do see
As a means to gain eternity?
One Kingdom is what we will share
Just as one earth is ours to bear
No book, Bible, Koran or page
Encourages such killing rage
Words are twisted, their meanings burn
Man simply doesn't hear or learn
For the soul of man is unpure
Egos, greed, held fast in its store
Motives, quests, to further a cause
Are glories of men, not God's Laws
For it would never be his will
To encourage man to hate or kill
Blood spilled upon the hardened land
Hatred filled pyramids of sand
All castles built to worship men
Violence, bullets, man's best friend
Religion's cloak worn well by man
Woman's voices too afraid to demand
So walk silently in your quake
Hating but enduring men's mistake
Bearing children, new future's voice
Watching sadly at their only choice
Molded staunchly in father's way
Generations suffer, who will pay?
Men of Islam, look deep inside
See where evil chooses to hide
Raise your children to see the sun
Not judge and mistrust everyone
Look beneath religion's fine garb
To see what monsters sling such barb
As a snake, coiled ready to strike
Future feels religions harsh bite
Men of Islam, lift holy veil
For it but covers men so frail
Offering shelter and disguise
A place for evils growth and lies
Saw it floating translucent on sea swells ~
extraneous sight in a sedulous life
and yet, implicit hints forever dwelled…
Rising inadvertently, the wavy strife ~
Of what current is this tale’s exposition?
Such draconian love flowed from mother ~
Every facet a fraught inquisition!
Swift, her passions swept further a father…
Entered:- swifter waters would swoop away
at speeds where nutrients were inadequate
Racing till pink efflorescence was gray...
O’er oceans frothing of worth diddly-squat
So she goes drifting in the liquid sweep
Evanescing doppelganger of love’s weep/reap ~
(9/12/21 - '91 Carver 638 DMS)
Falling faller everlasting pain
Storm does grip the saddle sad reign
Underneath the Thunder strike
my own self is down around the old turnpike
The Heaven above is Crying Tears
Her emotion is strong..I have not felt her in Years
Early dusk with pavements Splash
It will leave me bereft of Cash
As my body tumbles further,a smile above me Grin
Just about to condemn me with a thousand sights in Sin
Mirrors of the sky-plastered glass
kicking the bullocks of my ever-advancing Ass
No one wants to pity me,everyday is a little less of Thee
I close my eyes as the Midnight Fade
Another Life would I gladly trade
just for an instant of joy
Before I fall thtrice like a child's old disgarded toy