Best Get The Gist Poems
The Sun
The sun gives warmth
But it doesn't care how I fare
And sometimes
It burns too bright
And causes a blight
And the plight causes fright
On nauseous nights
On these streets where the homeless fight
With the might of knights
Their souls are for sale on kites
As they sail through such great heights
Their sights set on new horizons
Their eyes on the prize
Because this land defies all logic
The sun gives warmth
But it doesn't share nor care
All I get are glares
And nobody spares me
From knife wound tears
And what scares me the most
Is how I can stare
Into the abyss and not miss
The kiss of the sun
Nor the hiss of my burning flesh
And if you get the gist
Maybe you'll lower your fist
And pass your pissed off aggression
To those who spread oppression
I’ve heard about atmospheric pressure,
but honestly, it’s not a thing I get -
only that it’s something people measure,
and when it’s low, I hear we might get wet!
I guess they never taught me it in school.
In fact, I googled it just now. It said
we’re living in the bottom of a pool,
just one with air – not water – overhead!
I really like that nifty metaphor,
but how warm air that rises makes it low
I can’t quite comprehend, and I get more
confused when reading how it makes wind blow!
My brain’s now fried. I just can’t get the gist
of it! And that’s why I’m no scientist!
Sept. 2, 2017 for Shadow Hamilton's Atmospheric Pressure Poetry Contest
The sky finally opened and really let fly,
Buckets of rain down from the sky.
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Children’s delight: boots, hats and coats,
Jumping in puddles, making a moat.
Water mirrors give faces a twist,
Were all soaking wet, you get the gist.
A good hot shower, and please a new story,
How about the Jabberwocky in all its glory.
Little heads droop, still wanting to play,
Off to bed sweethearts, a perfectly wonderful day.
Like lavender lines, lovely, red roses
are meant for your immaculate sweethearts
and their fine, little, delicate noses;
not to damage the most sensitive parts,
or overwhelm the olfactory senses,
present them with the finesse of the fine arts,
as love’s a game of great consequences.
Lovers choose on the mere whiff of a scent;
smell like roses, or lead to major offenses.
Too much perfume is wholly unpleasant:
a little hint on the neck and the wrist
is enough to smell attractively fragrant;
so don’t offend like your face striking my fist,
heed these lavender lines so you'll get the gist.
For good foundations, one must excavate -
removing rocks or muck or sediment.
Without this process, how can one create
a solid base on an impediment?
“Build not on sand,” a Holy One once said.
(I paraphrase; I think you get the gist.)
Remove the dirt and grit inside your head.
You cannot have a good life if a tryst
with things immoral occupies your time.
Some habits too ingrained require a blast
to get them out! But even if some crime
has weighed you down, this need not have to last.
When things must go, imagine them as rocks,
and excavate those dreadful stumbling blocks.
July 3, 2021 for Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 4 Poetry Contest
sorry I keep making typos all the time!!
This Valentine’s clandestine
And hidden‘s every tryst
Encoded rhyme, each one sublime
he's sure to get the gist
Love letter’s fly, the bold and sly
In every line’s a kiss
Don’t wonder why, no need to cry
You’ll get your share of bliss
The Soup’s the place, you'll find the grace
Love thirsty all are we
So let love go, let your Love know
We’ll act like we don’t see! ;)
Eileen Manassian
Setting: a rendition of Tara Plantation, 1860’s Georgia
Characters: Scarlatina (S), an oddly-dressed Southern Belle
Brett Rutler (B), a dashing, but presently quite confused, rogue
Scene: The characters discuss Scarlatina’s attire.
S: Oh, it’s you again, Brett.
I was hoping to see Ashley.
B: How needy can you get?
I say “Ashley Schmashley”!
S: I’ve been in slow motion today.
I spent a long time getting dressed.
B: Well, I was going to say
you seem subdued, but not depressed.
You’re wearing something—uh, new
unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
S: Isn’t it just the loveliest hue!
This style makes me feel like a Queen.
B: Where in hell—I mean where on earth
did you find that d-dress you’re wearing?
S: I spotted this unique gem of great worth
in a store window. It seemed to be daring
me to claim it. I simply couldn’t resist.
Its draw was powerful. It had to be mine.
B: I assure you I get the gist.
With me, it would be fine
if you next dressed as a ham.
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!
Epilogue: Scarlatina, desiring a new dress, eyes the wallpaper as the curtain falls, not the one she's wearing.
When you mind your mind cause' all you find.
Is dried up fruit under the rind.
You can't recall what you should know.
You think maybe it's time to go.
The fog is thick, nothing will stick.
You can't depend on your old schtick.
The fading blues is now the news.
Lord knows it's not what you would choose.
So to be thankful on this day.
You have to cast off your dismay.
And eat some turkey, take a nap.
Then wake up, have a nightcap.
For every year family's will fear.
That Uncle will drink too much beer.
And Auntie will be in the wine.
Don't worry, tomorrow, it will be fine.
When everyone must go back home.
I'll sit right down and write a poem.
About how life has come and gone.
And how a thought can't seem to dawn.
Just rambling runnings in the mist.
Of something, I didn't get the gist.
The absence of the facts dismissed.
Oh yeah, here is my Christmas list.
THE LAW OF EVERYTHING & THE POWER OF INFLUENCE
Changing the world for a better ever more
A higher state of being, to become, to adore
Conscious awareness guides you to reality
A vision of truth, with harmonious clarity
Time speeding up
The next level of our evolution
Become the change you want to see in the world
In Mahatma Gandhi’s wise words, you’ll find the solution
The Law of everything and the Power of Influence
IS The Law of Attractions missing link
Who or what you’re influenced by
Blossoms the thoughts that you think
For as a man thinketh, so he becomes with out doubt
Ask yourself this, what are you thinking about?
You’re trying to live the Law of Attraction
You’re having the thoughts, then taking the action
But it just doesn’t work; you’re not getting the gist
Do you want to know why?
There’s something you’ve missed!
Who or what you’re influenced by, is no coincidence
It’s the law of everything, and the power of influence
Self influence, the missing link, for your dreams to come true
You’re creating your life, life does not create you
Be consciously aware, be love, always in the moment of NOW
Tunnel your vision with blinkers that’s how
Be your own greatest influence, for there lays your power
Drag out from your depths, your greatest desires
Any one or thing can influence you
It is your choice, yes your choice, of the thoughts you let through
You must lovingly act the part in your life’s play
Every hour every minute consciously, all day
You are the master of your mind
It is YOU, who is the answer to peace on earth for mankind
The End of an era, a new beginning in time
A conscious awareness that is so sublime
Our thoughts are vibrations
Attracting thought seeds that we sow
Do you get the gist now, let the negative go!
We are stuff made of stars, cosmic vibrations
Your thoughts are energy that vibrate your creations
Tap into the universal mind,
Love, peace, and joy you will find
Inspiration, let it shine through you
For as you shine, the world will too!
Influence yourself, a great decision
A united world
A beautiful Vision
Some side affects will include heartache or heart pain
Self-doubt may protrude and your spirit will soon wane
Fear may also increase as with depression and anxiety
Few may even feel deceased but you still won't be free
A sudden thirst may appear or intense hunger can exist
Signs won't be clear but sooner or later you'll get the gist
Your whole body may even ache as one's vision will blur
And the harder it is to awake the less to one it will occur
Deep seeded anger could take hold as pride settles in
Your soul will be sold and you'll eventually die in sin
You may have feelings of being lost or not fitting in
Sure it has some side affects but you're living in sin
You'll never have peace but illusions may come and go
Oh how satan just loves to fleece those not in the know
So hooked on satan's dope there written on their grave
But there is hope as from all this the Lord Jesus did save
Get off satan's dope!
Jesus is the Great Physician!
With color names I get the gist;
Pink colors are for girls like, “Mist”.
But what about the men?
Every now and then
Pink could be “Sebaceous Cyst”.
Our world has been stuck
in cloudy mind mist.
Einstein mused that
time does not exist.
For made up concepts
it's top of the list.
Fooled by its tick
we all get the gist.
All those lost seconds
now will be missed.
Though good ones and bad
memories persist.
Still millions will watch
each day on their wrist.
Ego won't let go
it's life's epic twist.
Einstein theorized that matter and time were
misconstrued concepts of humans.
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8/4/22
Too much crap coming with a high tax
Intentional not by chance
It's always been like that
Others talking behind backs
Especially after sipping out bottles from wine racks
It'll reach an end or climax
After a time lapse
Meanwhile it was in person or done behind glass
Having nothing or everything to do with finance
Nearby wildcats or waves with white caps
Took care of five tasks, ran nine laps
Nearby a lake full of striped bass
While carrying an ice axe
They said they were involved in divine acts
Across coarse and fine grass
Nearby several bike paths
I've had a nice laugh
Always ready to strike fast
Because you can't ever get any time back
Not a fool, intelligent
Not a tool, change is eminent
Nothing indefinite
It's already proven and evident
The truth instead of rhetoric
Heart cold, Mt. Everest
24/7 high and drinking alcoholic beverages
Humans always trying to have leverage
On my phone zero messages
At times gained or loss appendages
Pathetic is what their agenda is
Not easily do I forget, most things I remember it
Cause and effect quit treating me like a degenerate
Adding fuel to fire with accelerant
You're taking sides, I'mma call you Confederate
In the end, I'll turn into a revenant
No matter what you do, it's irrelevant
River beds sit full of sediments
Thank you, but I don't need your sentiments
This all shall be a testament
While among the elements
A curse or blessed to live
Damn yet again depression hit
It effected development or became a benefit
ed up but not desperate
No filter, won't ever quit
For more or less of it
I avoid over-populated areas, I'd rather be where it's desolate
Good on you if you have an impression from this
Your impact is minor or the size of an elephant
Quit being so quick to be the celebrant
You've been obsessed with percentages
Remaining far too petulant and delicate
Yeah I said it b****
It all goes for guys and gals regardless of if they get the gist of this
Oh we got another chump, I beg your pardon
All these schmucks, gosh darnit
Imma leave 'em stuck, Tar pit
Try your luck, start s***
I don't give a , it's a wrap like your body inside carpet
I was walking down to the taco joint
wearing my new conical Chinese hat,
I looked how it looked, it gave me some flair,
but some beta-hipster took issue with that.
He stalked up and said,”It’s people like you
who are holding us back as a nation!
Do you not realize how offensive that ?
It’s cultural appropriation!”
I rolled my yes and weight if I wanted
to take the time now to deal with this crap,
betting the fool wouldn’t have raised a fuss
if I’d worn my Oktoberfest cap.
But when I saw the man’s smug scowl
there was no question what I would do,
said,”Before we talk about my hat,
we should first see the problems in you.
“I see that you’re wearing denim jeans,
and denim first came from fair Italy,
so unless you are an Italian man
you better drop them right here in the street.
“And there upon you shirt, a name and a number,
don’t you know our numbers are Arabic?
And since you clearly are not an Arab,
you’re wearing of them makes me quite sick!
“And the worlds sprawled across all your clothing,
spelled out in the Latin alphabet…
Unless you’re Roman you shouldn’t wear that,
what the hell is going on in your head?
“You know now that I come to think of it,
Democracy was thought up by the Greeks,
as you’re not one, you shouldn’t be voting,
unless insulting them is what you seek.
“And don’t even think about eating corn,
the First Americans invented it,
it’s part of their culture, so if you care
never again eat a tortilla chip!
“Or you could just grow the hell on up,
cultures borrow from others all the time,
they’re not a straight jacket, they always adapt
to the ever-changing challenge of time.”
I stopped and stared at the man’s angry face,
I figured even he must get the gist,
instead he scowled harder somehow,
cried,”You nothing more then a damn fascist!”
In no mood to waste anymore of my life,
I sighed and walked away from that twit,
appropriated some crunchy tacos,
and stayed up late watching Samurai flicks.
I stumbled with hunger as my guide.
I fell and pummeled the ground like rain from the sky.
Getting up voices tried to plead with me.
But I had no time to give, only to succeed.
Ambitious was I to climb this mountain of life.
Fruits of heaven were said to be in the clouds.
My stomach turned at poverty, a ridiculous plight.
I yearned for the good, ripe, benefits of the mound.
Ha, how I would laugh when I get the gist of it.
Who knew my mouth could reach my toe?
I climbed to the peak just to take a sit,
And watch the world from down below.
Near the base a swarm of happy bees moved with silent grace.
They swirled like honey in tea and drew a picture of a face.
How funny would it be to drop rocks from this towering place.
But 'twas the irony, all I really wanted was a taste.