Best Go Along Poems
And so it begins
The game of life
The dominos of love
Falling where they may
The timer activated
Fresh out of a box
Learning the rules
As we go along
No plan or ruse
No rhyme or reason
Just out for some fun
Moving game pieces
Taking turns
At winning and losing
Rising and falling
In endless succession
An ebb and flow of emotions
The tears the laughter
Riding a roller coaster
Of highs and lows
A detonated cosmic launch
Mingling interstellar orbs
Crisscrossing arcs of destiny
In a waltz of muses
Or divine intervention
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Read on air by invitation ~ September 8, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
Submitted on January 2, 2019 for contest FREE VERSE STYLE ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
go along, destiny, emotions, fun, games,
Form:
Free verse
I am but a dreamer
and in my dreams I play
where I live so happily
writing them my way
inside my illusions
where I know I belong
whistling a joyful tune
as I go along
Like a little spirit
I venture on the breeze
skipping in the gentle wind
doing what I please
with the rising sun I dance
wrapped inside his charms
across the golden morning sky
twirling in his arms
I can climb a mountain
or live among the trees
sail in a silver sailboat
on the seven seas
I can draw a moonlit night
ride on a bright moonbeam
and swim among the diamonds
in a velvet stream
I am but a dreamer
there's nothing in my way
living in the place I love
loving everyday
maybe it's a fairytale
but that's all right by me
I'm the master of my dreams
where I wander free
No one there can tell me
what is wrong or right
following what's in my heart
I live in the light
happy in my dream world
that's where I choose to stay
in the world where I belong
writing dreams my way
Categories:
go along, introspection, on writing and
Form:
Light Verse
What If
You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control you through fear, lies, and manipulation and deception, but you don't realize it's happening.
That these people have been planning this a long time and they are incredibly smart, evil, rich and powerful.
That they are the people that you trust, listen to, appreciate, and admire.
That they are many years ahead of you in technology and they have gathered so much information on you, that your privacy doesn't exist.
That they control the economy, your food, your water, your money, and through the false narratives on television your mind.
That they are so evil that you in your worst thoughts, could not fathom their evilness.
That their goal is to depopulate the world from 7.8 Billion people to 5 hundred million.
How you might ask? Through your food, vaccinations, chemtrails, your water, medications, lack of health care, and many other ways.
That they want a data bank on everyone on earth through your dna and tracking, and tracing devices.
There are many of us and few of them, so they want to monitor us at all times so we can't retaliate when we realize what they are doing to us.
After they give us our freedom back with conditions, they will bring us back to our prisons at home with another plandemic.
Then they will tell us that if we want our freedom we have to first be tested and then vaccinated.
Later they will say that your money carries the virus and they will bring in the cashless society. Why? If you don't go along with the program, they shut off your funds.
That they want to disarm us, take our weapons so we can't fight back. Canada just banned assault weapons, U S A will follow.
Henry Kissinger said, You want to control the masses, you control their food and their money, and they will do anything you ask.
My friends welcome to, THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
Go to YouTube. Everyday they take down their videos to censor them. Warn others like I have warned you.
Off The Grid With Doug and Stacy
YouTube.
Dr Sherri Tenpenny Brighteon.com
Tell all that you love and tell them to tell ten others. So forth and so on. God bless you all we are in this together...
Michael Tor
Categories:
go along, allusion, america, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
The parade is marching to the beat of the drum
With the skirl of the pipes with their distinctive hum
Everywhere you look there's bright shades of green
It's the day of the year, that the Irish love to be seen.
During the great famine many were forced to roam
And settled in far away places, that they now call home
But their hearts are in Ireland and there's no better way
To connect with fellow country men on this very special day.
But it's a community event and people from every nation
Join the proud Irish for the craic, in their big celebration
Each county has a banner and folks proudly march behind
Many with green foliage on their lapel, it's shamrock you'll find.
After the parade it continues, with music dancing and song
And if there's celebrations near you, make sure you go along
You'll be given a big welcome, it's the Irish way
And join in the fun celebrations on this St Patrick's day.
Written 17th March 2022
HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY
(Craic- In Ireland it means having a great time)
Categories:
go along, celebration, ireland,
Form:
Rhyme
Humankind
8/9/2023
How oft’ have you been told, to not
rock the boat!
Just go along as an obedient, mute
billy goat.
Just chew on the green, fresh, cud,
Or smile always , be it in rain or in
thick mud.
This may be peachy keen for goats
you see.
But we are special, we are humanity.
When our brothers freedom and rights
are being stolen.
We must stand as one, for tis the God of
the Universe to which we are beholden!
Categories:
go along, community, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
We read each other so perfectly
two minds with a single thought,
when we combine, baby it's explosive
chemistry like ours cannot be taught.
The electricity gets me jumping
and attacks the heart's beat,
this experiment you concocted
has revived the frog's feet.
Like a volcanic lava lamp
an eruption of emotion flows,
the heat welds me to you
our bond that nobody knows.
We met inside this classroom
where my opposite attracted to yours,
like magnetized paperclips
we were linked right from our cores.
We're closer than Dr. Jekyll was
to his hidden self, Mr. Hyde,
but, I can take you by the hand
as we go along for the ride.
Categories:
go along, love, relationship, science, soulmate,
Form:
Quatrain
They tell me that I must avoid feminism.
They tell me that feminism makes me hate men.
They tell me as a feminist no man will like.
They tell me all about misandry and not about
misogyny and after I hear them talk I am all for
Misanthropy. They tell me being manly is not ok,
They tell me short skirts are slutty and long skirts
Are prude and I. Am just. A sum of my parts.
They tell me not to walk alone at night
Or I might turn a man on.
Not to be to giving or might as well go along.
They tell me to clutch my keys for when
Bad men arrive
They tell me: “Hey girl, why not smile?”
And ask me what´s the hurry.
They tell me they are a nice guy, don't worry
I am in no rush. Let's just be friends, I have nothing
in demand. They tell me, with the same heart in their mind,
That I lead them on, and ask me why I don´t love them?
But I did, they were my friend.
They tell me catcalling is a compliment but call me
Arrogant if I thank. And if I walk by in silence they
Call me ****, they call me skank. They tell me those
rowdy guys in daylight light are just a bit drunk and
nothing more. And the way that they groped me more,
just let it go and leave before they get more.
They tell me how it is my fault on the day that I get raped.
Boys will be boys, I can not expect them to behave.
How silly of me, to think them human.
They tell me no arrests are made, and before the day after, They,
They tell me to get over it, and call me psycho when I flinch.
I think some have half the mind to rape me again.
“Why don't I trust them?¨” is all they have to ask?
But look at what you thought me,
You taught me not to trust.
That was not feminism, feminism was not my class.
It taught me better, that my voice will give me trust.
That I am not alone and you have not weakened me.
That boys are not boys and better than we make them to be.
That my body is my body and I should not fear the
Streets at day and night like I do now.
And every lurking danger,
is not the sum of my faults.
Categories:
go along, abuse, betrayal, body, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
My mother thinks I'm a doctor
I just don't have the guts
To tell her I spent all my college doe
On beer, wine, women and such
So after I faked my graduation
Said I was moving to the South
To help the less fortunate among us
Another lie I let slip out
I'm now in the south of Florida
Where some may call me a bum
Living in a citrus grove along the coast
Not answering to anyone
It's really not such a bad life
This do nothing life I've made
I hear my Moms proud of me at afternoon tea
Telling the girls of all the lives I save
I do my share of dumpster diving
That's where I got the idea
Behind a real doctors office one day
With some of their stationary I nabbed
I did a little doctoring
After all I do play one in Moms mind
Doesn't look to lame where I inserted my name
Then wrote my Mom about the kids and the wife
I've created such an elaborate charade
It's now gotten all out of hand
As I panhandle my way up and down
The Sunshine states surf and sand
Mom now says she wants to visit
Can't wait to meet the wife and kids
Don't know how I let it get this crazy
And how it all lead up to this
Now I'm scrambling to find a vacant house and a woman
With a couple of kids that look just like me
That can go along with a ruse for a week in mid-June
Since I told her that's when I'd be free
I'm thinking I should of studied in college
Instead of being this mind numbing huckster
Telling lie after deepening lie
Just so my Mother would think I'm a doctor
Categories:
go along, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse
The last time I took Pop to the big lake, the wind was so strong,
it nearly blew his wheelchair over, I knew just where to stop...
at the top of the hill, the windiest place!
I left him alone, he just looked out on the lake unblinking,
rewinding moments, that made him who he was.
In days past.....
He told me the story of his best friend in high-school, who wanted
Dad to go along with him duck-hunting on that sunny, warm morning in fall...
1940, Dad had promised my Mom (not yet married!) he would go with her
on a picnic in the bluffs along the Mississippi.... so he declined.
From sunshine and 70... to freezing white-out conditions up and down the river,
many lives were lost that day, including my Pop's best friend....
the Great Armistice Day Storm lived on in Pop's heart...
Dad went to his friend's funeral.
Or the time.....
Dad took my Grandpa (Mom's Dad) on the first vacation he had
ever been on! Grandpa worked until he died...... the Company
he worked for had tricked him, letting him work 29yrs. 11 months,
and 28 days, then firing him two days before his pension would kick-in.
Pop took him fishin' for the first time in his life! bought him a straw fishin' hat too!
Dad kept baitin' his hook and Grandpa caught 6-fish before Dad could cast a line!....
Pop called him 6-fish Bumford after that! and us kids weren't allowed to touch
Grandpa's straw-hat from that fishin' trip..... Dad kept it on a hook in his work-room
in the basement, with the words "Six Fish Bumford...My Best Friend"
scrawled under it on the wall (I still have it)
In a while, I knew it was time to bring him back......he had finished
looking out on his life....
.......he was ready to go
Categories:
go along, fatherdad, time, dad, time,
Form:
Narrative
I have been told I keep a secret well,
oh yes, tell me any deep, dark and personal thing;
and I will keep it under wraps- you can trust me,
to keep it in a locked drawer and throw away the key.
Now, tell me everything while I make us tea.
Don't feel shy, we are behind closed doors,
you have my solemn promise I will keep it confidential;
our conversation is top secret and classified,
you have my curiosity- you must be hiding something serious.
Is it about a secretive lover quite mysterious,
oh do tell, I am starting to get delirious.
Yes, I know you are a very private person,
and like to keep your personal problems to yourself;
but revealing what you have concealed will make you free,
I have known you for years and your life to me is still invisible.
Now, here is your tea and are you cozy- need a snack,
maybe some wine to loosen your lips a crack;
remember, whatever it is I have your back.
I will sit and listen as you tell me your secret story,
and say nothing except to nod and smile as we go along;
so, you have a lover you keep on the sly,
and you meet in a secluded place in disguise.
More tea- and you send each other secret mail,
that you both destroy so there is no message trail;
its my boyfriend! Okay, tell me each pathetic detail.
___________________________
December 27, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/'Tell Me, I Can Keep a Secret'
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1098-599-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Contest: Secret
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
Third Place
Categories:
go along, life,
Form:
Rhyme
It's the evening of the year
The great majestic ball.
I go along trembling with fear
No one will ask me to dance at all.
The lights are blazing above
The musicians strike up their chords
In the eyes of some, shows expectant love,
In others, time they can ill afford.
The dance floor is polished to the hilt
So the dancers can glide with ease.
Some Scottish laddies dressed in highland kilt
Serving wine and nibbles which will please.
I sit amongst the ladies and their idle chatter
The lights catching a glint of tiara-erred heads
Note book clenched between sweating palms
Dance spaces at the ready for any suitor to read
A minuet is played, the ladies hold their partners hands
Just a light touch from glove to glove
The soft music emulates a wonderful sound,
Stirring a thought or two towards love
Back to my chair he gallantly leads me
Bowing slightly as he helped me to sit
Would you do me the honour, he asks,
Let me fill in the vacant spaces in your list.
I sit there dreamily thinking of what this might bring
Is this the man to fulfil my needs.
I then wake up with a start, as the kettle sings,
To face my hungry family which I need to feed.
Penned 15 November 2014
Categories:
go along, dance, desire, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
10/1/12
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Many have abused and murdered using their religion to justify
Believing in a god will not save this writhing world
So what will?
God teaches us that only believing won’t cut it
There is something we must do
We must humble ourselves and strive to be holy
Because without submission to God,
Without humility,
Satan has a way inside
And he will use God as a weapon
And turn His people against them
But if we are called—
Those few who are called,
We must act to be lights of the world
Because faith without works
Means absolutely nothing
We all falter
We all break
We can all be submissive
And humble
Using God as our navigator to the gateway of life
No longer justifying our wrongs
But fixing them as we go along
*inspired by Jerry Degier*
Categories:
go along, happiness, hope, life, religion,
Form:
Free verse
You look at me,
And think you see
Another stereotypical teen
Who drinks, gets high,
And tries to make life easy,
But you're wrong.
That’s not me.
I refuse to let the world take over and control my mind,
And I refuse to do the drugs that kick me from behind.
I’m not going to ruin my life with friends that teach me wrong.
When they start drinking I wont go along.
I’ve seen what its done, and how it’s changed the people around me
And I’ve decided that's someone I don’t want to be.
I want to have a family and a life full of prosperity.
I want my children to grow up and have a life of variety.
So to keep from all this confusion and have a dream that is realistic
I wont take the drugs or drink alcohol
And avoid being another stupid statistic.
Categories:
go along, devotion, faith, health, life,
Form:
Blank verse
~Courage~
(Couplet)
Day by day I have seen myself and you
With courage fight in the darkness our way through
I'll never quit and I know that I can be strong
As I press my way ahead no matter what's so wrong
I'll just continue in my mind with a song all along
And always set my goals where I know they belong
And here in my heart I try to go along with all His plan
That we can do it I believe and just know that we really can
I know that you have a bunch on your plate, your heart and mind
But no matter what's around me be good or bad I try always to be kind
So many losses in my life I've already gone thru, inside heart so much pain
But through all this I know God and my faith has kept me and will keep me just sane!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January.28.2015
Categories:
go along, courage, introspection, life,
Form:
Couplet
Thought Police
Be careful what you say,
be careful who you say it to.
It might be heard...
by someone that does not like it!
They will come to your door,
and even the score,
even if there is no game
involved at all.
They will just call,
on you, that's who,
even if you live at the zoo.
Truth beaten up on the sidelines.
Propaganda given an upper hand.
Media stroking the boss...
of the paper,
the airways,
and the fairways,
no longer fair at all.
Criminals on the streets,
let go for their crimes,
to make room for more important...
lawbreakers,
earth-shakers,
and memory makers.
Fearing their words,
may yet have power,
for even an hour.
Those that do not go along,
with the climate change agenda,
and will not take the shot,
or get the clout
or rub on each other
to get the pox,
like a fox... (in heat)
will be dealt with in the darkness
of powers at their central station.
The moon is full of men,
that have given their lives over,
to cover the reality,
we live in.
The rationing of water,
then food, and gas,
only the beginning...
of the end.
We will all go without,
but don't shout.
Be quiet and accept what is ahead,
the dread enough to fill
the voting ballot box
full of hope...
or treason?
Categories:
go along, abortion, abuse, addiction, allah,
Form:
Free verse