Best Futher Poems
Page unwritten hand never to be
played.
Outcasts sitting at center stage.
When you never showed love.
It's no need to question why no one ever stayed.
And you never wondred and new better
to ask.
Cause people grew tired of the game.
And you of the mask.
Deep emotin with which like
overgrown children we play.
Gone in a second.
Was it love or just another day.
Torn sails endless flow.
Blocks and miles.citys and backroads.
Like any flock we scatter.
Only to lose track the futher we go.
Dellusion speaks well amongnst friends.
You see it's the last farewell.
But with truth in are thoughts
everyone pretends.
Are you okay everyone does ask.
You give a expected reply.
And slip into oblivian slowley
fading behind your mask.
My Dearest love Martha,
As I begin to write you, my ink flows from my pen
like my tears for you. A man's duty they say is to fight. I have no choice.
Each step I take takes me futher away. The love I have for you is stronger then any war. Do not cry for me I shall return. Your smile echos in my memories. The soft way you look and tilt your head each morning you greet me.
Look to the sun and say a pray for me. Close your eyes remember our candle light wishes and the sweet kisses we shared underneath the moon. We shall play like children again and throw pebbles in the fountain. When I make the last wish it will be never to leave your side. For my heart is complete when I am near you. The spirit to be free is strong in each of men's hearts. But to be truly loved is a man's wish. I have found this in you. I will cherish and honor you forever.
The sun is now melting into darkness I must now sleep. I will dream of you until our spirits are linked I leave a poem to you.
I hear an angel call
A calling for everyone
Their's no more time to waste
And their will never be no more crying from a child's eyes
In the midst of the night
We will be free
In the midst of the night
We will see
I knew I had to prepare to fight
I wrote you a poem
Only a few lines not much more
For I couldn't go on
I told you if I make it
We'll be together
In the midst of the night
We will stand tall
With the glory and the flag at hand
In the midst of the night
We shall be freed.
Amen
Your loving husband.
George
* I was trying to capture what George Washington might of wrote to his Martha. When America was new and a lot of things were uncertain.
George Washington is one of my favorite President. I admire his courage, manners, diplomacy and bravery.
I remember the day of my nine pitch inning.
Though it happened over forty years ago.
The day was hot, yet cloudy,very little breeze.
I went through my usual stretching and running.
The guys knew to leave me alone before the game.
The stadium was slowly filling, an early crowd.
It had rained in the morning and the grass was damp.
The fresh cut grass was sticking to my cleats,
which meant the mound's clay would too.
I didn't know much about the other team,
except they were from the Red's organization.
Then again they'd never seen me either.
We were the home team, so I took the mound first.
My catcher and I had just met, me having just been brought up.
We decided to go all fast balls to get into a rhythm.
The first batter stepped up, a tall right handed hitter.
Tom my catcher set up with the center of his body,
six inches off the outside of the plate.
This meant if I hit the glove where he had it,
it would be a ball.I used a two seam grip,
putting pressure on the outside finger.
This would make the ball appear futher out,
before breaking about seven inches towards the hitter.
Still a ball, but something for him to see,
to leave in his mind.To our amazement the umpire
set up directly,behind my cathcher.
The call, strike one!Tom and I looked at each other and smiled.
I immediately changed to a four seam grip,
which stays on a truer line.The next two pitches were six inches off
yet called strike two!Strike three!
The next two batters were set down in order.
Three pitches apiece.All balls.All called strikes.
After that inning and a few helmets slammed,
along with a few bats.We never got that pitch called
a strike again.The umpire had called those pitches,
not by the plate, but, by the center of my catcher.
We thought it funny to strike three guys out,
on nine pitches, none that were actually a strike,
And none that were swung on by any batter.
contest..Batter Up
stones in the heavens which do not migrate
but crumble down to the earth.
cortez crumbling...crumbling futher down.
playing dice on the street corner with all
the other half shaded stone icons.
mother mary in the summer heat
melts in a red dress of wax across
the square cobbled plaza..
quicker than a soul flight burning radon red,
the plumed serpent god flies over tin
metal and cardboard canopies.
with his passport in his back pocket he heads
north searching for a little luck.
i saw him once you know, he was standing
very still on one leg in a small garden
outside a trailor park in woodland washington.
he came in the year of an el-nino and landed
next to a two tone painted el camino.
the sun glissened off of the two of them
in a fantastic brilliance.
return of the dorsoflexion criss crossed sun.
return of the meso-mythic pinnicle..
Scions of light shall come,
from darkest of humanities soul,
warriors of the blodline true,
ancient calling older than coal,
liberty in defending earth's kingdom,,
Working against the progressive machines,
this pre-new world order,
revolutionaries of a new time,
against manchurian canidates in number,
liberty soldiers behind the scenes,,
They come from unlikely places,
even behind enemy democratic strongholds,
the objective thinkers from behind,
even within tight inner folds,
the opperatives without a trace,,
They are lights shinning within,
throughout hunanities space and time,
earth-mother's secrets of free will,
pure souls of universal paradigm,
scion rangers of liberty devine,,
These born scions of earth-mother,
are hearts unlike any other,
with pure sight of liberty,
leading humanity to futher discover,
freedom that can last forever!?,,,
The music soft,the candles flickering the light of the room.
Your skin I feel the softness of the apperance it betrays
My fingers you feel at play through your curves.
Your valley I run deep with excitement of my tongue.
The taste of your pleasures I endure every juice.
The touch of my lips you feel its tug of your tingles.
Your emotion running wild as I explore you futher.
Finding my way through your peaks and around the tips I flow.
The sensation of your passion I explode of love for the soul.
As I caress you gently and love you even more.
You find me near your neck whispering sweet love of the soul.
The spots I touch you've never known.
But the love we make together be like hot steam in the room.
But the pleasures we both would indure.
Just from me being the man making love to you.
And everything you are that would make us so perfect in bed.
I'm sad today
Because I let all the best in me, turn and walk away
I miss the way you'd laugh at the absurd things that I'd say
The hours and the patience spent, driving home the truth
I'm not funny, I'm not special, I'm not ANYTHING without you
The castle that you conjoured with your hope and dreams and charms
Mean nothing for the princess who was banished from your arms
I never meant for ice to form and futher cool the breeze
Developed from the manic time I brought you to your knees
Oh god I'm sorry
I'M ****ING SORRY
said the princess to the wind
as she tries to recall the moment her mind became unhinged
My hands enshroud my face as I remember wistfully
All that love I took for granted, just cos I believed
There there was more than this, than us, than nights blurred into day
No sense of time.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Though I'd erase the times I turned my back on precious things
That I discarded, disregarded the ecstacy love brings
Still trapped by my own selfishness, beat by my vehemence
Fighting back emotion as I suffer every consequence
I know we said we're soulmates but Im sorry, mine was sold
It's sudden, bitter lifelessness had started growing mould
My shallow breaths were not enough, I failed you again
I couldn't keep the one last thing that kept me safe and sane
I'VE LOST EVERYTHING
wailed the princess to the sea
and let go of the cliffside, she fell eternally.
A small pile of bone dry leaves lay
nestled, protected between two roots
It was a sorchingly hot sunny day
all the trees desperately needed rain
The land that had been without water
for so long was parched, all around
saplings drooping, dying for its lack
dust freely blowing, coating everything
The couple strolling, locked together
arm in arm, paused to admire the view
then settled on a fallen log, huddled
as they smoked, chatted and then kissed
The man pulled her up into his arms
carrying her futher down the path
thoughtlessly chucking his lit cigarette
which landed on the small pile of leaves
Slowly the pile started to smoulder
wisps of smoke curling up in the air
a gentle breeze playfully fans them
small flames start to lick and spread
It hungrily consumes the plenteous fuel
first one tree then yet another it lights
soon the woods are blazing with its fury
it leaps from tree to tree, rapidly spreading
Catching the couple by surprise it devours them
and passes on, fiercely burning all in its path
by now firemen are fighting the advancing flames
struggling to douse it or bring it into control
Not succeeding, it has too firm a grip
raging it grows ever more gigantic
acres left scorched in its wake
carcasses litter the blacken land
All seems to be totally lost, when
caring mother nature takes a hand
the wind swivels round creating a retreat
and so, slowly the fire dies of starvation
History told us was a new world,
Futher more was discovered by Christopher Columbus,
Dominated by working corps red Indies,
And build by sweat and blood of black slaves,
Other whisper that is land of Lincoln,
But echo sound remind me is land of no one,
There racism is common like cumulonimbus clouds,
Being black is an offense of billions killers,
Justice is the common blacks dream in land,
Oh! Partisans let them tripartite mare anger,
My sons and daughter sing different anthem,
Anthem of justice and acknowledgment in the land,
Holds me friends this is the land of everybody,
Let’s have courage and defend our dignity.
It all began with both parties arranged even and still
with nothing more challenging ahead of them than options
a thought was made that provoked the other to take precaution
one thing was for certain this was a game for the kill
with both sides equally opposed to the others tenacious will
attacks and counterattacks in this battle of attrition
proved that a real masterminds plot was coming to fruition
so realizing a mountain out of a mole hill
the desperate and calculated summoned a queen
jarred from her throne and backed by worthy bishops
a prayer was conjured requiring deception to be precise.
In this game of will, skill, and calculation all has now been foreseen
the time has come there’s nowhere to run; oops i meant no backups!
say good night to your dear sweet queen..haha!...wait; what, Boden’s mate? Queen sacrifice!!!?
about the poem: i originally wrote this for a poetrysoup member contest, but the contest was taken down before i could post it so here it is anyway. Boden's mate is a chess term, where the opponet is checkmated in such a way that usually requires a major sacrifice by the performer of the checkmate. You can google it for futher details. Thank you for reading and please share your comments good or bad they are very much welcomed! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
SCARS AND WOUNDS
Scars and wounds embedded externally and internally
Over my body and throughout my soul
Authenticating me into my natural being
Causing so much pain and pleasure
As I look into this reflection in the mirror
Its the transformation of this person I am visually seeing
Scars and wounds
Its the gain from the pain
Its the pleasure causing great deals of measure
I could be licking my wounds wearing them proudly as badges, my stripes of honor
To remind and motivate me on futher away from this life I left behind me
Or I can continue to bleed staying stagnant in my past
Which vainly amounts to nothing and I will never last
I’ll just be repeeling the scabs to relive and resurface the bloody trauma of the pain I once had
Continuously reflecting leaving me in my mess, feeling depressed
Or I can just move on ahead and considerate as one of life experienced tests
Nevertheless Im grateful to remain sane, living and blessed
Im leaving it all up to “GOD” to handle the rest
SCARS AND WOUNDS
The littlest turtle was hatched on the beach among a batch of eggs but was left
behind when all his brothers and sisters made it to the shore and then into the
sea. He was so afraid he would be eaten by the birds or the fish but there was
something special about this turtle. He didn't know he was magic he had
special
power when the moon glow fell on him he would grow strong and could make to
the shore if only he could stay out of sight till night fall and the moon came up
and so his trip begain to get to the shore and not become dinner for anyone
else.
First he saw a sand crab and had to hide in a cup. Then this child came along
and picked up the cup and played with it for a while and left it futher backup
the beach. His struggle was tuff a bird swooped down and grabbed him in his
beak while another bird saw what was going on and attacked and he fell to the
ground and got under the boardwalk he could hear two blue crabs fighting
under there.
He prayed to the sea god to save him and just then a wave wash under the
boardwalk pushing him back out on the sand up the beach and he had to run
for the cup again. He prayed to neptune why did you do that when he looked
out to sea. He saw the fish feeding and he hoped it wasn't on his brother's and
sister's
and then he thanked neptune for sparing him that fate. he waited in the cup
until night fall and all was calm and neptune had let the moon shine bright.
As the littlest turtle came out of the cup he was unaware that with each step he
took he grew in size and by the time he reach the water he was the size of a 20
year old turtle and would never be in danger again.
The littlest turtle was hatched on the beach among a batch of eggs but was left
behind when all his brothers and sisters made it to the shore and then into the
sea. He was so afraid he would be eaten by the birds or the fish but there was
something special about this turtle. He didn't know he was magic he had
special
power when the moon glow fell on him he would grow strong and could make to
the shore if only he could stay out of sight till night fall and the moon came up
and so his trip begain to get to the shore and not become dinner for anyone
else.
First he saw a sand crab and had to hide in a cup. Then this child came along
and picked up the cup and played with it for a while and left it futher backup
the beach. His struggle was tuff a bird swooped down and grabbed him in his
beak while another bird saw what was going on and attacked and he fell to the
ground and got under the boardwalk he could hear two blue crabs fighting
under there.
He prayed to the sea god to save him and just then a wave wash under the
boardwalk pushing him back out on the sand up the beach and he had to run
for the cup again. He prayed to neptune why did you do that when he looked
out to sea. He saw the fish feeding and he hoped it wasn't on his brother's and
sister's
and then he thanked neptune for sparing him that fate. he waited in the cup
until night fall and all was calm and neptune had let the moon shine bright.
As the littlest turtle came out of the cup he was unaware that with each step he
took he grew in size and by the time he reach the water he was the size of a 20
year old turtle and would never be in danger again.
Falling into the abyss
Dark, cold, empty
Alone and lost
Clutching and clawing
At nothing
An agonized scream
Tears from your throat
Piercing the soul
The heart shattering to pieces
Losing faith in all you knew
The ones you loved
Are left behind
As you slowly lose grip
Being claimed by the darkness
Falling further and futher
To the point of no return
Lost...gone forever
No hopes of turn back
You hit the bottom
A place worse than hell
A secluded cell
With only yourself to keep company
Cold nothingness
Abandonment seeps into your skin
Chilling to the bone
Staying like this for
ETERNITY!!!
Tripping night windal your seat
rip open this unmended heart
I bring a tongue volition in grim
Attend shared-deed
A larp play inlaid by what u see
With time argon your plead
Breath in coulluthin need
The clue is sharp indeed
Bond all lark only too win a word with the dark
Wond the bur of it's sound and swallow what u seek
Undirven speech relclaim your seech
Slip the purpose grip the tutus
Wip the chain lick the shadow so plane
The crypt keep in vein onward futher proclaim
Turn to burn widespread fire
Broken snake too none can relate
Return to the indevend pier
for the wounded bearer summits his terror
Make no up hold in this thresh-hold
Bring skill to this guild
Imparadots
All will know of it's exceptional forge
In to now I have war-carted the bane and shield
All men seen out of pure love
I would give anything in everything for malond of criel
I will ask for a dance under this moon of truce
While the laughing fool heeds his grave