Best Go About Poems
He'd be typing away on his desk
with blueprints for the next big thing,
While I'd be staring off into the azure sky
appreciating the "insignificant" things
You really are a genius
in your field of technicalities,
with which you thoroughly water;
A wife, a place of your own,
and a destination in mind
Me?
You'll find me in the corner
(no not a corner... think rounded edges,
much more safe)
Half past ten, still in bed,
with rolls of cash in a Ziploc bed
(I'm not dealing and I'm sorry if I gave you that
impression... more likely
just a descendant of Scrooge)
Your perfectly organized life
(my just screw it attitude)
Well I must say you are on your way,
but where exactly too?
I solemnly wish
we had, but one thing
in common, dearest brother,
Even with the knowledge
that I wrote this for you
I'm sure deep down
you'd think this quite sappy
And being the person that I am
I'd immediately think of tree metaphors
(now what what rhymes with cedar?)
And being the person you are
you'd probably just go about your day
wondering about the latest Apple product
You live next door
and yet somehow
galaxies came between us,
Practical you gathered sticks and stones
for your shelter here on Earth
(I was too busy daydreaming
on Mars)
From the moment I opened my eyes
and peaked my little head out
from the pool in the backyard,
we were brothers, through and through
... so why do I have this nagging urge
to shake your hand and ask
"Have we met?"
Categories:
go about, brother, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Prose Poetry
they are unusually soft inside
with a smile that flourishes
at the sight of you
they take everything in stride
nothing is ever a crisis.
With patience and pluck,
they go about their lives
touching here, touching there
making others feel special
they are often kind
and love is never a disguise
people who feel like hugs
are much aware of your soulful needs
beyond compare and often rare
people who love people,
feel like hugs
every time
Categories:
go about, appreciation, people,
Form:
Free verse
My life is like a sailboat,
Sailing on the sea.
Beneath blue skies and sunshine,
I sail on peacefully.
I go about my business,
A smile upon my face.
Sailing upon smooth waters,
I bask in God's sweet grace.
But often times the sky grows dark,
And the winds begin to blow.
The rain comes down in buckets,
This boat rocks to and fro.
And as my life is tossed about,
Like a sailboat on the sea,
I must decide whom I will trust,
Jesus Christ or me.
By myself I am overwhelmed,
When faced with stormy days.
I'm cowardly and weak,
Inclined to hide away.
But Jesus is the Master
Of the mighty winds and waves,
And if I cry to Him for help,
He will come and save.
Jesus is my lighthouse.
He's my beacon in life's storms.
If I keep my eyes on Him,
My turmoil He'll transform.
I much prefer to sail still waters,
But tempests are a part of life.
I'm glad Jesus is my Navigator,
To steer me through the strife.
1/1/12
Entered in PD's 100 in a row #3 contest
Categories:
go about, faith, jesus, life,
Form:
Quatrain
When I think of the things I'm afraid of,
All of my fears and worries flood my head,
Their screams steal my focus from things above,
Some mornings I cannot get out of bed,
Panicking as I look for a way out,
Acting confident as I go about,
Nobody ever knows I'm so afraid,
Sometimes I feel as though I'm worry's maid,
Then I listen, and He says, "Do not fear",
And then He reminds me He's always near,
Every worry suddenly flied away,
My fear no longer messes with my thoughts,
All this is so because God loves me lots,
I no longer fear the things of this world.
Categories:
go about, 7th grade, depression, faith,
Form:
Sonnet
There are those engaged in pedagogy
To facilitate the drip... drip... drip
Of poison to accost a child's ear.
Maneuvering with glee and juicy decadence...
Sequestering all they say and hear.
Filled with righteous indignation
And a blind sanctification to their cause.
They pervert both judge and jury...
Twisting truth with sainted claws.
Under a veil of woeful ignorance...
They molest and kink impeccant minds.
When pressed to divulge their scribblings...
They graciously decline.
'You've not the right!' They blindly scream.
'Your fear and doubt is blatantly absurd.
We are gentle shepherds of our flock...
But you'll just have to take our word.'
For far too long we've abdicated our
Responsibility to these purveyors of disruption.
As they've repackaged long failed ideologies...
Fattening our children for destruction.
Nothing good comes from darkness
Except mushrooms and a willingness to deceive.
And proselytizing children like some fungi...
Seems unnecessarily naive.
These predators, race-baiters and gangsters
Are akin to an unruly cockroach in the night.
They happily go about their sordid business
Till someone dares to shine a light.
If you refuse to rise and shine that light...
Then we be back where this began.
But there are still foxes in the chicken-coop...
There be wolves among the lambs.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's your uncle
*Pedagogy: -the principles and methods of instruction.
-the activities of teaching.
Categories:
go about, anger, child abuse, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.
Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.
I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.
As we finished our morning 8k jog,
the sunrise blossomed, painting hot lava clouds
with hues of yellow, orange and pink.
We’re traipsing unfamiliar paths,
It’s not what we’re used to, the roads are uneven
and the architecture’s all boxy and wrong.
.
.
Songs for this:
New Toy by Lene Lovich
Better After All by Jonatha Brooke
Now At Last by Feist
Categories:
go about, daughter, education, humor, morning,
Form:
Free verse
I'm laying in bed and it's daylight now.
Thanksgiving, a week away.
Always hopeful slumber will eventually fade to dreams,
I finally give up and get up. I'm tired but wide awake.
The window is slightly cracked open.
I feel the humidity in the air.
I deeply inhale the moisture smelling of decay.
The cold makes me cough.
A morning caffeine induced mania has my attention.
I'm wired, tightly held in it's seduction but loving the effect.
Later I will crash in the depths of my medical marijuana edibles.
Happy to be and happy to share.
Distracted from my thoughts, I sense no pain.
I go about my day, sitting at my keyboard typing senseless lines.
It's poetry.
I remind myself it's art, even if it makes no sense.
Music plays softly in the background.
I receive inspiration from the singers who came before me.
I love music.
I love the lyrics.
So listen when I tell you I find solace in the words I write.
They are filled with spirit, love and life.
Dare to read them if you will, maybe you will find some solace as well.
Perhaps they will calm you and keep you still, set you free.
Come walk with me through a forest of timber.
Let’s watch chipmunks gather acorns and chatter at us.
We’ll just sit and be quiet under the dark canopy.
When the time is right we’ll move along.
See how easy it is?
Look to your imagination.
Read some more words and see where they take you.
There are no borders.
Categories:
go about, autumn, courage, encouraging, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
for such a time as this of political upheaval and economic uncertainty
how does anyone go about determining what is their God-given destiny?
what is our purpose in the grand scheme of God's desires?
what is it from us that the Lord Our God requires?
God gave each of us life for a reason
and will call upon each of us in due season
there will be some sacrificing and moving out of comfort zones
just remember that whatever God asks of you, you won't have to do it alone
for the battle is not just yours it also belongs to the Lord
and God won't let you write a check that you cannot afford
God will move you to a place and then give you an obstacle to overcome
but through Jesus you have the victory so consider the battle won
just trust in God to give you all that you will need
so that His set purpose for your life will come to seed
like Queen Esther, Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth and Rosa Parks
women destined for greatness who were beacons in society's dark
they did what was necessary for the greater good
to put the needs of others before their own as we all should
they stood up and confronted the so-called powers that be
in righteous indignation in order to save humanity
so let God position you where you'll prosper and be strong
and then use you as a vessel to make right a wrong
it might not make much sense to you and you might even disagree
but God knows what's best when it comes to determining your destiny
so just say yes to any and all that of you God does ask
and believe unconditionally that He'll equip you for the task
and as long as you remain resilient in your resolve
between you and God the situation will get solved
destined for greatness as mothers, mentors, lawyers or teachers
destined for greatness as activists, doctors, scientists or preachers
it matters not the capacity nor the career for you that God did choose
we're women destined for greatness and as children of God we cannot lose
Categories:
go about, dedication, faith, god, hope,
Form:
Narrative
I go where mountain streams converge
And stand with pitcher on the verge
Of a transparent tranquil pool
Where waters merge lucent and cool
There is the grass sparkling with dew
I dip the jar in aqua blue
It overflows its precious gift
As with both hands I gently lift
To raise the contents to my lips
So that I take the first few sips
And then I drink the rest in haste
There is ambrosia in the taste
That brings to mind my faithful muse
The sky is filled with scarlet hues
I am entranced and stay until
The sun goes up; once more I fill
The jar with water to the brim
On wings of time I fly and skim
Till I arrive at heaven’s gates
Then walk to where my master waits
The zodiac path is where he lives
He lays the rules and ever gives
To freedom lovers ample space
To go about at their own pace
And cure the fragile human race
To make the world a better place.
A water bearer I shall be
With care to serve eternally.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 13th July 2014
Contest: Zodiac Sign
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Placing: 1st
Categories:
go about, imagery, water,
Form:
Couplet
You go about your daily life, but do you even care ?
That one day you will wake up and your earth's not there
And what I'm about to tell you may come as quite a shock
But it's only two minutes to midnight on the Doomsday clock.
In nineteen forty seven the worlds scientists did all agree
To create some sort of symbol to show the end of humanity
So an imaginary clock was made for all of us to see
And when the clock chimes midnight, it's the end for you and me .
We're in the nuclear age now with climate change as well
And some of our world leaders are ringing our death knell
When they test their nuclear bombs the big hand starts to move
What in the name of God I ask, are they all trying to prove.
There won't be any winners, we'll all cease to exist
All of us will be vaporised in a cloud of nuclear mist
The ozone layer, the Artic ice and the forest's too
Are all slowly being eroded, but what can we all do.
Well you can vote for people, that can help mankind survive
And if they get in then there's a chance, we'll get out of this alive
There is still some time though with two whole minutes to go
But please don't say you weren't warned or that you didn't know.
Written on February 4th 2018.
( Entered into , The Doomsday Clock 2 Minutes To Midnight, poetry competition and sponsored by Emile Pinet.)
Categories:
go about, conflict, war, world,
Form:
Rhyme
We go about our lives as if with no clue
that all around us things on earth are dying
as other “great’ activities we pursue.
Good habits should mean more than simply trying.
For many crimes, mankind should be atoning.
Humankind, BE kind, or you will be crying!
Prick up your ears, and hear Earth’s gentle moaning.
Hear it in the oceans filled with our debris.
Where she chokes from all our filth, Earth is groaning.
Hear the silent shrieks emitting from each tree.
With forests razed – oxygen is depleting.
Extinction of creatues already we see.
This senselessness we cannot keep repeating,
or a deserved tragic end we’ll be meeting.
March 12, 2021
for D.W. Rodgers' While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Contest
Categories:
go about, earth,
Form:
Terza Rima
There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress
Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .
A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence
Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives
He never finished fixing that leak . . .
Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .
Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
-March 21, 2013-
Categories:
go about, allegory, art, beach, beautiful,
Form:
Ballad
* * * * * * * *
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The Winter * * The Winter
is coming to a close * * is drawing its curtain
as Spring arrives I wiggle * * down, and you won't ever
my toes. The fresh air greets * * see me frown. The days of so
me as I stroll, but I know things ** many long dark nights are over
no one knows. See there's this ** it's time to wish on St. Patty's
tiny Monarch that's caught my ** lucky clover. There's so much
eye, but I never do see her ** nectar for good nourishing
fly. She's there when I ** as all the butterflies are
awake in the morn & ** hopeful and flourishing.
saves me when my ** So much beauty seen
heart is so torn. ** and so very serene.
~~~~~~~~ ** ~~~~~~~~
Can I ever see ** Sincerity and love
any more lovely ** are two gentle gifts
beauty? I do think ** from up above. When
not, we are now free. ** darkness hovers and it
Our nature was gifted ** seems we fall, remember
from God's great creation,** the butterflies can save us
bringing us holy salvation.** all. Green, pink, yellow &
So as I go about my day ** blue, there's nothing a
a simple thing I always ** butterfly can't get us
pray. For life to be as ** through. For when
beautiful as a tiny ** we want to cry
butterfly, tears ** we'll be saved
fall from my ** by butter
eyes. ** flies.
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Something Concrete Contest
April 9, 2018
Categories:
go about, butterfly, care, celebration,
Form:
Concrete
Pardon me, I am aspiring
to some day be retiring,
but first I must be acquiring
a position. Though I’m not keen on perspiring
I admit I have been admiring
your benefits and employees’ attiring,
and since a salary I’m requiring,
and I trust you aren’t frequently firing,
and I promise not to be with unions conspiring,
I thought I’d simply go about inquiring
if perhaps you were hiring?
3/16/2021
Categories:
go about, jobs,
Form:
Monorhyme
A huge Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.
Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.
Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.
Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous
Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.
A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!
Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best!
Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.
For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor
But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.
Categories:
go about, allah, nature, social,
Form:
Triolet