Best Get Stuck In Poems
Poets
Why is it poetry, is a like dirty word and talked of in undertones?
It’s like a naughty postcard, more flesh than there are bones.
Poets tend to deny their art, “I’m not a poet, I’m a rhym-er”
Come on you lot get stuck in don’t be a poetry two-timer.
After a glass of alcohol some may admit-“I like a little verse”
“But no I m not into poetry…” It’s like a speech they did rehearse.
Now poems I’m getting good at, but famous poets I don’t know any
Don’t ask me if I’m a poet, because in wages I don’t earn a penny.
Now rhyme I am not bad at, but at free verse I would stink
As for haiku, senryu, and other forms, I stink I really think…
I listened to some so called poets; decry their art the other day
They denied their art while they listened, to what each other had to say.
Standing there with their poems held high, “I’m not a poet” they all said
Well get down from the microphone and let’s hear a poet instead…
They pass their poems around the table, like some black market currency
Not wanting anyone to see it, but they are at a reading for poetry.
So be loud and proud you poets stand firm for what you believe in
Tell them you are a poet, and just get used to all the teasing
I used to be a shy poet and I write verse with some frivolity
But the definition in my dictionary says “words with a pleasing quality.”
So now I am open to judgement from all of you wonderful poets
You have all commented on my work, but do you really know it?
You all have qualities that scare me, you really seem so clever
So can I finally admit to being a poet, from now on and forever?
~GG~ 27/09/2012
Life with Depression
Life can be confusing
Sometimes good, never amusing
it can turn you upside down
but never let it keep you down
Sometimes life is but a test
as God won't put too much on your chest
sometimes fail, other times the best
and for that I am truly blessed
This is not another depression
I awoke today without any aggression
with that I would like to make a confession
I am in possession, not manic depression
Woke this morning out of the fog
no dark clouds, none of the smog
the weight atop me has lifted
back to normal but I feel gifted
Yes I have depression
but class is now in session
I am happier than a clam
or Babe Ruth after a grand slam
I refuse to let it control me
thats why I'm happier than one can be
no way it ever takes me over
as I'm lucky as a four leaf clover
So today is a new start, as they all are
but with new advice, I'm off to my car
time to go get me a new recorder
for once put them thoughts in order
One last thing, I'm not "nuts"
but often do get stuck in ruts
but just cause it has a crazy name
doesn't mean I am the same
‘Twas the night before Christmas
Mrs. Claus demanded a divorce.
Santa was being promiscuous
with older naughty girls, of course.
All those ho ho ho’s liked his package,
for he always enjoyed being on top.
He used his stamina to his advantage,
and his jingle bells just wouldn’t stop!
Mrs. Claus was fed up with his lust
for other women he was desiring.
No more could Santa ever trust
those tattle tale elves he was hiring!
*
It was time to leave on his sleigh, /\
Rudolph’s nose was red with glee- / o \
For Christmas was really on its way, / O \
though Mrs. Claus didn’t agree. / O o \
/o O o \
She wanted him to pay for his sins, / o O \
maybe get stuck in a chimney flue- / O o O \
Making fun of his belly she grins, /_o___o__O\
hoping he lands in Timbuktu! |||
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The night ended and Santa was tired, |||
it was rough being in Atlanta.
That was the year that he retired…
three ho's were enough for Santa!
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Date - 12.5.19
'Twas the Night Before Christmas Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
2nd Place
The North Pole looks so pretty like a winter fairy land
It is Christmas Eve and everyone must lend a hand
Frosty the snowman is busy having such fun
He's teasing the elves and making them run
He says ….
‘Go get some trimming and wrap all those gifts …
don’t overload the sled or it’ll get stuck in snow drifts’
The elves work so hard as Christmas is on its way
They need all the toys ready for that very special day
Sled bells get attached, oh how those jingle bells ring
The elves are getting so exited they begin to sing….
“When Santa got stuck in a snow drift he began to shout...
He’d better take a spade with him to dig the presents out”
Santa Claus stood there laughing in his coat of ruby red
He asks the elves to get ready to help him load his sled
Huge sacks of presents are piled high on the bright red sled
The reindeer's had been resting; Santa roused them from their bed
With a hearty ho ho ho Santa and the reindeer's take to the sky
He hopes all the children are tucked in bed - they shouldn’t see him fly!
On Christmas Day the children wake, their faces are aglow
They see the pile of presents and the sled tracks in the snow
Contest Ho Ho Ho
Required words....
Elves, Frosty the snowman, Christmas, jingle bells, toys, sled, sled bells, Santa Claus, trimming, Winter fairy land
11~28~16
Child:
I'm sad
Actually God is very bad
Sending so much problem in my life
that I decided to commit suicide
Mother :
Problems?
Means you are strong & brave
Congratulations!
Have party & let's celebrate
Okay, let me tell you a secret
What happened in the heaven
God was sitting in his cabin
Suddenly a monster came
Monster : Where are you God-the beautiful soul?
See, I'm the powerful of all
God: How silly you "the Monster"
My children living there are stronger.
Monster : Hey you God!
I'll prove you wrong
Name your children
Who are strong
God told all the name
Monster felt jealous of them
This is how game starts
God showers happiness
Monster throws problems in their path
God is always present
Really hard to see you in pain
But can't fight for you
'cause he believes
The so much strength
He gifted you
The Law is as simple as sums
The more you are stronger
The more you get problems
The more you cry & get stuck
The more party n' dance Monster does
So what will you do?
Will you cry & get stuck in pain?
Or will you fry the problems
& move ahead to win the game?
Whenever you get problems
From the next time
Look at the sky, smile n' shine
Tell the Monster
"oh you loser,
Look at me
Now you'll see
The Brand new best version of me "
Friendship is easy to swallow
But love can get stuck in your throat.
Friendship is sad to lose
But the loss of love leaves you hollow.
Friendship makes you laugh
But love is a joy to the soul.
Friendship is comfortable and you feel safe
But love is a dangerous place.
Friendship brings you out to play in the rain
But love is in bed on a rainy day.
Friendship is a choice
But love calls with an irresistible voice.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2018
"All Rights Reserved"
The internet is seething with hatred today, sadly ...
Say what you wish to say, do what you wish to do, make the path you wish to make - THAT is what has been afforded each of us in this wonderful country, and I will stand up for your right to do so, whether I agree with you or NOT, (as I would expect the same consideration in return) ...
BUT ... if you use HATEFUL means to say or do or make the path you wish to make, I for one, will no longer be listening, nor will I stand up for those rights, because as soon as hatred is part of the equation, ALL of the integrity and substance and strength is gone from your argument ...
If it can't be said without hatred or harmful intent, then it should not be said at ALL. The only things worth listening to are those things said with intelligence and consideration and purpose, but there is NO substance or integrity with animosity, and hatred's ONLY purpose is to feed itself and cause harm ...
Take the low road and you'll get stuck in the mud of ignorance and confusion, take the high road and people will LISTEN.
You don't have to wonder
or think that its strange
Fore time will continue to move
so the seasons must change
First the of the nights
then the change of the leaves
'Till we're caught in the life
from the webs that we weave
Not being a man who will fuss
we tend to let things roll
Until we get stuck in a spiral
& things are out of control
It's really undescribable
how it all happened so fast
Watching all of my dreams
become a thing of the past
It began by attacking my joy
slowly dimming my light
'Till it had stolen my resolve
& the will left to fight
Having lost so completely
thinking I must be to blame
I was ready to cash in my chips
& check out of the game
Then you crossed my path
& took hold of my heart
Putting an end to the misery
So " true lovin" could start
Now where this road leads
there's no way to tell
But, I know you are my salvation
that saved me from hell
And the amazing way you love me
that's just conformation
That I finally get my shot
toward the dream I've been chasin
I'm unplugged for now, im free.
This virtual situation can be poisoning, truly.
I try not to let it capture me
Its imagery, can be so damn pretty.
So if sometimes you dont see me
Know that its just temporary.
I've unplugged every inch of me
From the cell phone, net to HDTV
I do not want to get stuck in, a trance treaty
With the entertainment, industry.
These subliminal messages are attacking me
I just needed, a little time to breathe.
To break this systematic energy,
Bring me back to reality & focus on whats
Really important to me.
All that glitters is enticing, indeed.
But its perceived, to make one happy.
A devised plan, through the enemy.
These companys do not love you or me
Its just a perception, of what they want
You to believe.
Electronic warfare control, is there gain
To achieve.
Hold on to whats tangible, in truth.
Life is to fragile. Our mind is our armour,
If only we , choose to use.
So today I can say, im not mechanically free
But im thankful, I took some time out
TO UNPLUG ME....
She's "concerned" that my mess is immense
"I work late." Is my latest defense
Yes, my yard is a wreck
But IF you must peck
Your big NOSE might get stuck in my fence
So you KNOCKED my troublesome trooper?
Tell ya what you prim party-pooper
I will warn you once more
Poke your head through MY door?
I'll slam it right square on your snooper!
Problems many of which are not getting solved
not because I'm not resolved but because I delay
to savor the day, the moon and the season
which is why I'm a non-person under the eye of eternity.
Except for my unpaid bills. And iambic pentameter.
Aaron fails English. Is there summer school?
What an *******! I want to slug him, but also
his teacher, Mr. Fisher, who's probably
a nice guy, just doing his job and raising a family.
Then there's the catheter from my last surgery
I was so sick I thought I was dying. The out of network
pathologist and radiologist have declined my insurance
and charged me to the hilt. Like I had a choice
face up in the emergency room. Facing doom, you don't ask questions.
Now that I've rejoined the living I've got to raise a million bucks
to save organic farms and endangered species I'll never see.
Perhaps none of this matters and chanting's the answer, Buddhist
precepts,
or as Dad would say This too shall pass.
Life is a back and forth game but baseball is zen meditation,
you're in right field, nothing's happening, nothing's gonna happen,
but you can't let your attention wander for one second.
I should clean and oil my trumpet for Saturday's gig
or the valves will stick. And leave early enough
not to get stuck in traffic. Other lives, other quilts.
A guy who takes the subway to a dead metal desk
and the boss who fires him with the cold hard eyes
of one who accepts the rules entirely. Actually
we're fortunate to have rules because otherwise
child soldiers armed with AK-47s would be shooting up
the village and setting fire to our thatched roofs.
Instead, under the rule of law, when snow falls
even old roofs look like problems with proofs.
Each day I climb a dozen poles
Or venture into underground holes
To run the lines that carry tones
Of voices into people's phones
Protect me Lord as I climb high
The poles that reach into the sky
And please, Lord, catch me should I fall
But better that not happen at all!
And as I crawl through dark, small spaces
Don't let me get stuck in one of those places!
And Lord, give me a sturdy truck,
And trusty tolls and lots of luck
Because my job isn't glamorous
Or thrilling, hip or amorous
But it can be fun, though kind of scary
Which is why I need you to be wary
And make sure I come home okay
At the end of every day
And as I run each telephone line,
I'll thank you Lord, for making this job mine
A person’s life is in varying shades of change.
However, at times the plans are not prearranged.
Sometimes our journey seems to have lots of mistakes,
Even when you know in life there are no retakes.
At times a life can get stuck in unfamiliar limbo,
With a heart so troubled, you don’t feel the wind blow.
At this crossroad, you have to get down on your knees and pray,
Because He is the only one that can show you the way.
When life does resemble a monotonous “groundhog day,”
You have to get off the treadmill, unless you plan to stay.
Thinking of someone besides yourself may help your disposition,
And might just promote renewed ambition.
Some people say that change is a good thing.
I wish we could know before what it would bring…
You have to trust God in whatever changes take place,
And He will be there for you in life’s obstacle race.
As the Miami Beach sun was hot,
you said that I was lying in your spot.
You got my attention from that very first look.
Just one short glance was all it took.
You have many good things my wife hasn’t got.
I have determined Layla really doesn’t have a lot.
What a hasty and impetuous move I would make.
I realize now that marriage was a mistake.
In your trap you have ensnared me.
What a complete young woman I see!
Somehow, someway, I should get myself free.
I must break these bonds of matrimony.
How did I ever get stuck in a situation like this?
With you, I can have a lifetime of marital bliss.
I intend to follow you out to Minneapolis.
I will take this opportunity and seal it with a kiss.
Based on the 1972 film “The Heartbreak Kid”
My jeans are tight I don't know why
It must of been that apple pie
I couldn't resist it piping hot
With lots of custard draped on top.
That soft lush pastry just makes me go yum
As my mouth competes with my tum
I feel so bloated and fit to drop
When I tuck in, I must remember to stop.
I know I ate a little too much
But an apple pie wasn't meant just to touch
So get stuck in and start to eat
You know you deserve a little treat.