Best Go Out Poems
scant moon -
lullaby’s a whisper.
sleeps soon,
after mother’s kissed her.
moon high,
over dusk-hue passion.
I sigh
with twilight’s compassion.
peeking
between the pines, her eyes
streaking.
winsome drive - crescent dives.
descent,
of what’s left, of the moon.
advent
of season, coming soon.
Christmas,
aft will bring a moon, black.
snow sass
in cul de sac.
The temperature dropped by six degrees,
snow now carpets the ground and tall fir trees.
I adore wintry days such as these,
and dash to the shed with my bunch of keys
then ferret around and find my old skis.
I hurry inside out of the chill breeze
then dress in my waterproof dungarees -
if I fall over they may save my knees!
My friends live nearby, they're from overseas
they’re superb skiers I’ve seen their expertise.
They have a sweet dog he’s a Pekingese –
he can’t come here as he’s covered in fleas,
and my allergy to dogs makes me sneeze!
We meet at the ski slope, I feel at ease;
on climbing to the top I start to wheeze -
my friends laugh at me, they are such a tease!
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Time to get ready to go… out on the town
Getting prepared… all dressed up… in evening gown
Glimmer and lace… plans on going to a fancy place
With some sparkle within the silk…dress
With slight slit up the side… High heels
Nylons… the kind that fits all size
Long brown hair half up-half down
Necklace that has radiant diamonds
Combined with sapphire stones
Earrings that sparkle as they dangle… down
While she gets ready... he is too
Dressing up.. in his nice blue suit
Set with tie... and shiny black shoes
He can't wait for the time... they meet
He remember her beauty... SOoo sweet
He leaves to pick her up... sweeping her off her feet
He prepares with roses and champagne.. and his plans
Time is ticking… Awaiting to go out on the town
Her man comes... to take her away
In a horse... in a buggy
giving roses... carring champagne
Taking her to that special place
Where everyone gathers… to celebrate
At Midnight… Welcoming in The New Year!
Just a Dream---- but this
~Reminds me~ of how it will be
As time is ticking… be awaiting
For the day of our Lord… Jesus comes to take us away
Rapture takes place… whosoever received Gods’ Grace
Will all meet together in the air
Trumpets will blow… Angels will sing
Victory Celebration… Worshiping Our Majestic King
~Time is Now at hand… are you getting ready?~
~come believe in Jesus.. then together we celebrate on the day of our Lord~
I will love you
As long as my lungs fill with air
To motivate my beating heart
To stir lifeblood through each part
Pulsating, animating there.
I will love you
As long as each new idea
Connects thought to tongue
Connects my mind along
Reasons for drawing you near.
I will love you
As long as the Earth will turn
Always to gently spin
Always a Day to begin
With you, for your love I yearn.
I will love you
Until clouds are no more
Or oceans evaporate,
Or mountains disintegrate
Into pebbles on the seashore.
I will love you
Until the constant Moon
Makes no oceans ebb and flow
Makes no continents shrink or grow,
That day will be too soon.
I will love you
Until all the stars go out
Never to give forth their light
Never to enhance the night
But blot our Eternity out…
Time to get ready to go… out on the town
Getting prepared… all dressed up… in evening gown
Glimmer and lace… plans on going to a fancy place
With some sparkle within the silk…dress
With slight slit up the side… High heels
Nylons… the kind that fits all size
Long brown hair half up-half down
Necklace that has radiant diamonds
Combined with sapphire stones
Earrings that sparkle as they dangle… down
While she gets ready... he is too
Dressing up.. in his nice blue suit
Set with tie... and shiny black shoes
He can't wait for the time... they meet
He remember her beauty... SOoo sweet
He leaves to pick her up... sweeping her off her feet
He prepares with roses and champagne.. and his plans
Time is ticking… Awaiting to go out on the town
Her man comes... to take her away
In a horse... in a buggy
giving roses... carring champagne
Taking her to that special place
Where everyone gathers… to celebrate
At Midnight… Welcoming in The New Year!
~Reminds me~ of how it will be
As time is ticking… be awaiting
For the day of our Lord… Jesus comes to take us away
Rapture takes place… whosoever received God's Grace
Will all meet together in the air
Trumpets will blow… Angels will sing
Victory Celebration!!!… Worshiping Our Majestic King
~Time is Now at hand… are you getting ready?~
~come believe in Jesus.. then together we celebrate on the day of our Lord~
Like coins tossed, that lose their worth, and sink,
lying with a myriad of other fallen stars, death
seems hopeless, yet doesn’t each one retain
hopes and wishes? The mourners believe.
—quote by Poet
You’re Mist as Lights Go Out
From up above, my death seems far away.
If I’d openly lie upon the plot -
Why six feet more? Six feet below the soil.
It’s just as dark in outer space; closed eyes.
Why’re flowers pressed to unseen breast of mine?
I can’t smell them and scents depress mourners.
The death of lights, downward, but upward too!
If I’d just blink, would stars be gone from sight?
Dippers, the big and little scoops, still there.
They never seem to fall away. Thank God!
How else might I find myself out from grave?
It’s dark and grave; however so, I’ll live.
Scripture rolls up the sky, but not my flesh.
The coins that shine underneath lids are rich;
how so? These copper rounds’ not worth a dime.
O Sun, O Moon - you’re mist as lights go out.
Kissing the glow that shines so bright, alive,
I’m missing you from bed of wood and silk.
Why six feet more? Six feet below the soil?
Why not openly lie upon the plot.
From up above, my death seems far away.
1.
I go out alone on road I'm stranger;
Through the fog siliceous way shines bright;
It is quiet. Waste hears the God, He's stager,
And the star speaks with the star at night.
2.
Skies are filled with triumph, they've got wonder,
Say, land sleeps in shining of the blue,
Why it's hard, it's hurt, was it my blunder?
Am I sorry? Do I need some new?
3.
I don't wait for anything from living
I'm not sorry, everything's in past,
I want to forget myself in dreaming
I am looking freedom and the rest.
4.
I would like to sleep and dream forever,
But not with the cold of silent grave...
Let life slumbers in my chest together
with my breath and let it heaves as wave.
5.
Let sweet voice sings about love and mothers
ears of mine all day and all dark night,
Let oak bows and greens and little bothers
It's so big so ancient and so kind.
P.S. This is my favourite poem of Mikhail Lermontov in my translation.
Will you like to go out with me?
I saw a film today,
a film of you and I;
Then I had a dream,
a dream of our being;
It looked so good, so innovating ...
You took my hand,
telling me the truth in every bits of your words;
And like the moon standing with its star,
I now ask you;
Will you like to go out with me?
When there is no power and you are sitting alone in the dark,
It’s not a hoot and a holler, or even a lark.
But I look on the bright side that I am not next door,
At the local funeral home to snore no more.
Never let your sheep go out, unless he's with a friend
For many sheep who walk alone come to a sticky end
Because a woolly bleat for help won't reach the police
Who are not resourced anyway to save a woolly fleece.
What happens to them? Who can tell? The mystery is deep
No one knows just what becomes of loosely roaming sheep
But, tonight, if you go out into the town, it's sure
You will not see a sheep about - they don't go anymore.
So, your little sheepie friend, inside is best to keep
And watch the telly or play games until he falls asleep
There is no need to tie him up or otherwise restrained
He will not miss the nightlife if you keep him entertained.
It's strange to think that once before in days now long ago
Sheep would fill the city streets, as they passed to and fro
While taverns rang with sheepsong amidst woolly ovine cheers
As tales were told of sheeps of old, 'cross tables full of beers.
Yes, they were noisy, they were loud and they could be uncouth
And flocks would often pick fights with some of the local youth
But there was grace and strangely charm and also something dear
In species meeting in a bar, to have a friendly beer.
Those times have gone and, it may be, they do not come again
And we will all be poorer, yet, in ways we can't explain
Those happy sheep, those drunken sheep, the swaying homeward trot
As they returned to country beds - they soon will be forgot.
The lights go out.
I cannot see
Things that lie ahead of me.
The room is dark.
I try not to fear
Every teeny, tiny noise I hear.
I try to stay quiet.
Do not make a sound
I know the monster is somewhere around.
It might be in the closet
Or under the bed.
I’m safe with the blanket pulled over my head.
I can hear it breathing.
Even its groans
Oh, those deathly, annoying tones.
The noise pierces the air.
I wish it were pretend
I wish this live nightmare would come to an end.
The monster is close now.
I feel a hand on the sheet.
The hand of the creature I’m not ready to meet.
I let out a sharp scream
I call out for help
Praying my family will hear my loud yelp.
The bedroom door opens
The light flickers on
The fear and bad feelings soon will be gone.
The monster has left.
I can let in the calm.
I lower the blanket to smile at mom.
no time to take the scenic route we're always moving apace
no time to stop and smell the roses nor see the wonders of this place
we're too stubborn to go out of our way
always in a hurry every minute of every day
people are very reluctant to come out of their comfort zones
for of their careful plans they don't want a monkey wrench thrown
but God sometimes desires that of our comfort zones we break out
for there may be a blessing waiting if we take an alternate route
Zaccheus, the main tax collector was a man with great wealth
who went out of his way to restore his spiritual health
he was a man of little stature and for him people had distain
as he was tall with power and status from the wealth he had obtained
but Jesus the Christ, the Son of Man looked beyond Zaccheus' possessions
He saw inside Zaccheus' heart and discerned the reasons for his transgressions
Zaccheus was so eager to see God's progeny
he ran ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree
Zaccheus was a lost soul who had a desire to be found
willing to repent and atone in order to stand on higher ground
willing to refund and rebate to any and all from whom he had stole
willing to reciprocate God's generosity at a measure four-fold
now completely transformed he became a new creation in Christ
no longer lost but to have found a new purpose in life
so be like Jesus and Zaccheus and go out of your way
to help, assist and lift up anyone who's in crisis from day to day
as Christians we need to step out of the boat and our comfort zones
and be a part of the Great Commission by helping God recognize lost souls
but for the grace of God that might be me or you
for it was by God's saving grace that you yourself were pulled through
so take a little step towards Jesus and embrace Him as your Savior
He in turn will take a giant step and fill you with godly behavior
so go out of your way and be a help to your fellow man
spread the wealth, love and abide and like Jesus stretch out your hands
Let's go to park
Daily by walk
We shall talk
of birds in flock
and dogs that bark
Until the dark
Let's go to Lake
To see the crakes
the floating ducks
and their darling chicks
And sing quack quack quack
till the sky goes black
Get out of the chair
Let's go somewhere
to breath fresh air
and to do some dare
For nature is a cure
if only we care
March-14-2021
lamps go out :
from the darkness
I hear giggles
© Oct 26 2011 cgh
.....along an ocean
web-tide of deserted life
whispers in my ears
I hear clear sweet sound
Church bell rings from long distance
my eyes see a Church
As I enter there
Jesus blessing upon me
all decay go out
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Written by: bldevnath
25th September2011