Best Good As Gold Poems
Inside The Mirror
Mirrors are the biggest liars in our world,
You don’t want to look at them when you are old.
I will break everyone; they show an old man,
The man that was full of youth, as some have told.
Can you see what was there? Now, all it is gone.
There is no more fire in life; it’s just cold.
Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?
A pile of rust that was once as good as gold.
I wish my mirror is showing what it was,
Now is too late, and I’m too old to behold.
What is this life that you don’t know who you are?
Until you wanted more when gone, and it’s sold.
I sold my youth for what? Some bricks and now pain,
Tell me “Haloo” how this journey will unfold.
4/2/18 Haloo
The Painting is called Inside the Mirror or Reflections. It is acrylic on canvas.
This Poem is in the form of a Ghazal without refrain with 11 syllables in each line. The rhyming of Ghazal is always aA, bA, cA, dA, eA etc.
Testing the waters
of this undeserved fame.
As this life as we know it,
really isn't much more than a game.
Theres nothing left to lose.
No more to soon gain.
What you bring to the table,
isn't much to many.
And if silence is as good as gold.
Look forword to what your future can hold.
Live in my heart, rent-free
Now and forever more.
Don't stay out in the cold;
Make yourself feel at home,
For its as good as gold.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Don't knock, just come right in
To a place very safe,
To a place you belong,
To a heart that's fail safe.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Flow into me, my sweet,
Like most gentle of streams.
My heart is a refuge;
It's where love's bright light gleams.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
There's enough room for you;
Stay as long as you wish!
You possess the sole key;
There, our love shall flourish.
You're spending time in isolation now
Nobody comes to visit anymore
You've things to say, but really don't know how
To get your message past the bedroom door
Try poetry! It's fun and it's quite cheap
Express yourself, whatever's on your mind
Plant seeds your loved ones 'ventually reap
You'll do the world a favor, sweetest kind
Tell folks about the virtues you hold dear
Consistency ... Reliability
Integrity and Honesty, that's clear
Old-fashioned, but as good as gold can be
When you look back on life and love, you'll see
You'll frame your legacy with poetry
~ Iambic Pentameter ~
March 11, 2021
Poetry as Legacy Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Who
They’d say “who made you a man, young lad,”
It was my hard old father, bad,
He stood me up, and made me fight,
He taught straight left, knock down right.
And I was undefeated.
To always rise,
if you’re knocked down.
Attack, attack until you’ve won.
Though I’m still my mother’s son.
His words with me abiding.
To be a man at ten years old,
Work for a living, good as gold,
At droving, I was good I’m told,
horseman, wild horses, riding.
Don Johnson 11-jul-11
"The Right Tme" contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’
Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …
Then, The Term Should Be: Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism
Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall
Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)
And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’, (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say
And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style
And that ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …
Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon
(I Prefer The Term: Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent
Once upon a time ....
A little boy was born
He cried when he was born
as most babies do
It was a nice little boy
named Dan
He was born into an ordinary family
Mother, father, siblings, grandma and grandpa
Soft blankets and a crib to sleep in
Unfortunately, not always real life as an adventure
Family life was not a bed of roses
The boy Dan got a new mother and father
A hard time for a young boy
Feelings of betrayal and loneliness
But he got much love of his new family
As the years went by he accepted his life
His teenage years, I will not say much about
Dan was like most young people
Most often kind and helpful
but also a little naughty as boys are
Looked after the girls and went happily to a party
At the end of his life as a teenage he had a special
eye for a pretty girl, who later became his faithful wife.
They were so young both of them, but their hearts had decided.
One day they gave each other: "YES, I WILL"
November 2011 I met Dan
Yes, I met him here in P-Soup
He was one of my first friends here
Always a smile, nice and caring
I was looking forward to his word
We have become "f.e.f." - Forever friends!
Dan is a man who allows himself to be sensitive
Yes, he can even cry
Thoughtful, afraid of hurting others' feelings
He likes a little flirt .... but loves his wife
Dan and I traveled together to the "Land of Happiness"
in the words of the poem, rhyme of course
Dan is the expert on the rhyming (I'm hopeless)
A poem from Dan to me, hanging on my wall with ribbon on
If I mention the word: Pizza .... I think it is more
than me who knows it, he LOVES pizza!!
However, he HATES to shovel snow
Dogs are man's best friend, just ask Dan
Have a beer and a weekend trip with the guys
is also something he appreciated
Dan you are good as gold and it is not bull****
I love you as my dear friend
Wishing you all the best
A big hug from me to you: "f.e.f." !!
01.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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Sponsor:Dan Kearley
Contest Name :"Who Am I"
(1st place in the contest)
P is for the passion in our pursuits and patience in our frustrations.
O is for originality, open-mindedness, and optimism in a world of pessimism.
E is for the enchanting elegance of simplicity, empathy, and energy in expression.
T is for truth where your word is as good as gold and trust replaces doubt.
R is for being real and respectful for the words whispered from the soul.
Y is for yearning, and yes, always believe in poetry, dreamers, and you.
BLACK,RED and GOLD
Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9
Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death
On this periphery of life
Let blue jeans of my ice blonde Brenda wear me to marry with death
Fire will be her gown, ashes shall be my girdle, shattered is everything beneath
Smokes so discerned sprawling
Some will say it was a poetic corpse after so deadly the strife
Wrapped in unknown funerary fetes
My blood will be poured in cask of mimicks
A yawn concealing me in semicolon as I saw I was dying,
sickened of the sicks
All the ravens of sorcery lurking the corner in full stops
As if I knew nothing following the wisdom of Socrates
Boots and kilt emphasizing my lost treasure
At last the casket to embrace me from the provocateur
No persuasive argument will be my candy,
a keepsake solidarity in barter
A marked plot spewed by shrewd men
An aftermath velvet and a last squint of Prussia far and near
Death so dear only to see if the lady in red silk I loved has red roses
My dear Soviet plezhvadya
for the wide-brimmed black hat, red bloody eyes hers, a gunshot
,yellow mouthful venom of words oozing out in raucous abuses
Hatred carped in end and unend Olesya, good as gold my Olesya
Now the bastion they called bastards buccaneered before her epithet
Kaliningrad`s cloud full of black so black an obnoxious smoke
Davai! Davai! they shouted and again nemesis eavesdropped
Eagles died I know not if a death of glory as I felt I saw an 1871 gauntlet
That’s my last shot of life before I became death`s forgotten lucky bloke
Vocabulary --1-Plezhvadya(Russian/Czech)- A Soviet dish
2.Davai!(Russian)--Let`s do it, Come on!
3.Obnoxious-extremely unpleasant
4.Gauntlet-An armored glove of the tectonic Knights
5.Raucous-Harsh,Sharp,Loud
6.Barter-Exchange,Trade,Swap without use of money
7.Buccaneer-Maruader,Plunderer,Raider
Christmas Day will be here soon.
It’s my very favorite time of year.
If I’ve been good…I have you know...
Then Santa Claus will visit here.
What will Santa bring for Christmas?
That’s all I want to know
Or even think about until he comes
With his reindeer, through the snow.
Did Santa read the list I mailed?
Could I get a stocking full of coal?
Gosh, I hope not. I’ve tried all year
To be just as good as gold.
Oh, the Happiness of Christmas…
I remember my own glee.
Momma! Daddy! Look what Santa left
Underneath our Christmas tree!
Older now, I still love Christmas;
But certainly for different reasons.
More important now than gifts
Are Peace & Love & Giving…
The truest message of the Season.
Have yourself a Very Merry Christmas,
A safe and happy New Years too.
Rejoice the Holiday Season!
That’s my Christmas Wish for you.
And as we celebrate this Christmas,
Enjoying merriment & mirth;
Pause to be thankful for God’s Greatest Gift,
Our Loving Savior’s Birth.
Love is a kaleidoscope
of color bursts and twirls.
Painted with everlasting hope
the tapestry unfurls.
Love is sometimes fraught with pain
when timing is all wrong.
Denied of joy, nothing to gain
the night's bitter and long.
Love is magic when it's new
and comfortable when it's old.
New love is fresh as morning dew
yet older love's good as gold.
Love is really all that matters
when our time's done on earth.
So don't leave any hearts in tatters.
Strive for love's rebirth.
for Frank H.'s contest
November 16th, 2013
Budgeri
The good budgery fella with a bottle of rum,
Pretty good bird is the budgery-gar one,
Arthur eyeshades came a walking by,
One eye one ear one rissole,
Looking for the budgery fella, why?
A little nip was good as gold,
Where are you budgery fella,
Ole Yarraman the horse he was,
And Milinbri was cattle,
If the boss see me a spearing one?
cos, good meat yer brain might addle?
so duck ya head sidestep away,
go into a Magpie smother,
flail ya arms like a loonatic hey,
don’t go and tell yer mother,
Budgeri fella was right here,
On his horse he rode away,
Sucking on a bottle of rum, ya hear,
The pigrooter threw him hey?
Don Johnson
Staring in the mirror,
listening to a tune or two;
quite a few.
Feeling overwhelming,
yet, spanking brand new.
Heart spinning to a rhythm,
deja vu',
once before, a simple, yet complex groove.
Moving, swaying, got me saying,
that's my jam!!!!
that's my cut,
that's what's up!!!!
Like Ascension,
Maxwell,
cast his spell,
as he tells me "Don't ever wonder"
and in an instant, seems I never do.
Then all of a sudden,
out of the blue,
I hear Erykah Badu,
carrying me 'On and On'
got my "cycle moving like a rolling stone"!!!!
I screeeam with all my might
"Love, oooh love, so many people use your name in vain"
As the tears start to flow to the basin,
Musiq Soulchild let's me know it's all gonna be okay.
As Angie Stone,
comes along,
co-signing it,
with "No more rain in this cloud"
My sunshine brings to my face a smile.
After a word from our sponsor,
still standing before the mirror,
legs feelin' kinda weak and sore,
can't quite understand...... why, nor
what for???.
Then Jill Scott ,
reminds me with the
" long walk,(we took) around the block, after dark"
it seems to spark,
another zone,
of an reflection,
of the trip that we've been on.
Whew
still swaying, got me saying,
I can't believe I let her do this to me.
Looking at the mirror with a smile,
I hear,
Bilal, with his style,
let me know,
the explanation,
before Jill let go,
"You must be my soul sista, soul sista!!"
all I can say is Whoa!
India Arie re-affirms it ,
with the music, her guitar begins to play,
saying" I'm not your average girl from your video,my worth is not determined by the price of my clothes",
had my sister yellin' in the other room,
"because I am a queen"
it seems.
It seems, the radio,
was ready to let me go,
at the end of the DJ's show,
then he hit me with some D'Angelo.
asking" how does it feel???".
Me standing there responding to the mirror,
quite clear,
Brand spankin' new,
in my mind,
with each melody,
each line,
I'm good as gold,
reborn,
from the depths,
with my neo-soul!!!!
Heaven Shower Me
By Nate Spears
Tell me something good
Email me if you would
Rather than take a minute
Take my heart
In a second
If you could.
I’ll go through hell to reach you
Thank God and the heavens
For letting me meet you
God All Mighty
Lord knows I’ve been seeking you
You’ve been a blessing to my soul
Your heart is as good as gold
Where have you been all my life
Me or no one else knows
But you’re here now
And I will always adore you
The magnitude of a good woman
Will bring sunshine to any mans morning
I’m just blessed to have had
The Heaven’s Rains
To shower me on you.
A child of beauty.
Such a joy to behold,
So full of mischief
And yet good as gold.
A rare precious gem
In a world gone awry.
A laughing imp
With a sparkling eye.
Sweet innocence wrapt
In a bundle of fun,
Full of wonder and
Enchanting to everyone...
Soulful eyes,Cupid mouth,
Chubby cheeks that tantalise.
A cherub from heaven born,
Soft haired angel in disguise.
Little hands that reach in trust,
Pure,peaceful as a dove.
And inside this pint pot of charm
A heart that beats with love....
You,who would disquiet our lives
Yet lay there so gentle and mild,
You make us smile,tug at our hearts.
Such a sweet adorable child.
I wrote this when our first granddaughter was born,but it was personalised.
She is now a beautiful woman with a child of her own.