Best Good As New Poems
If I could split myself in two
One half of me I'd give to you,
The other half I'd send away
To be with her like yesterday.
Though it sounds harsh, this I would do
If I could split myself in two.
If I could split myself in two
One half for her, one half for you.
The half for her would win her back
To heal my heart and mend the crack,
To fix me up, made good as new
If I could split myself in two.
If I could split myself in two
The other half would stay with you.
While one half fixes years of tears
The Half with you would have no fears,
Would be devoted, strong and true
If I could split myself in two.
But I am not two, I'm just one man
So I'll swear to love you all I can
If you will take me cracks and all,
Be there to lift me when I fall,
I'll dedicate my life to you
And no longer wish myself in two.
When I was just a little boy, my mother said to me
"Since birth I've filled your heart with love, to give away for free
So be a cheerful giver and it always will come back
Just spread it everywhere you go and love you'll never lack"
It made me kind to everyone, I always wore a smile
Never met a stranger and I'd go that extra mile
There always were so many friends, that liked to hang around
Until one day I met a girl, who stole it and left town
That first heartbreak, oh how I cried, felt all my love was gone
Found out my pride, now hurt inside, for being strung along
Angered by rejection, to this day still have the scar
Right when I thought my life would end, a whispered, "There you are"
I hung my head to hide my tears, my mom sat on the bed
She softly said, "It'll be alright", then gently raised my head
I saw her tears fall from her cheek, I asked, "What are you crying for?"
She said,"These are a mother's special tears so you won't hurt anymore.
I saved these tears, just for this day, I knew that it would come
How love can up and walk away and leave your poor heart numb
These special tears will mend your heart, they are called mother's glue
Then fill it up with love again, then you'll be good as new
You'll not forget just how it feels to take and not to give
These tears of love will last you now as long as you shall live"
She wrapped her arms around me and her tears fell down on me
Each time since then, my heart's been broke, her tears are what I see
by Daniel Turner
Embrace The Line
I do embrace that line- a badge of hope,
which left a shadow of sure death behind.
It represents the power to survive
with feats of expert hands which met the goal.
The need to put one's life on hold to gain
a better one- a promising new fate;
the fight to mend, become robust again.
I do embrace that line, a badge of faith.
A symbol of accomplishment it is;
the chance that claimed a victory for life.
That line, a jagged zipper that secures
his beating heart, amended, good as new.
I do embrace- caress that lovely line-
my darling husband's triple bypass scar.
His faded seam is etched in ivory grace-
bestowing added years of love to share.
Three decades passed, since that fantastic day
when this great miracle expanded time
for both of us to live a healthy life-
a tribute to that line- a badge of hope.
In May two thousand and seven I was on a beach on the sand
When it was time to leave I noticed, I was missing my gold band
I started digging the sand frantically, my wife she helped too
We were flying home the next day, there was little we could do.
Before we left the beach I took a picture, of where we had lay
I hoped that sometime in the future we'd return here one day
My wife about five months later found a cheap holiday online
It was for a holiday to kefalonia and to me it was a clear sign.
I packed my metal detector and brought the photo with me
Would I find the treasure in the sand or find it in the sea?
After about half an hour of searching I heard a loud beep
I'd brought a small shovel with me and started digging deep.
But eureka I'd found it, and was good as new after a clean
It had slightly discoloured and had turned a little bit green
My wife had been trying to sleep, when she heard me shout
Some people looked our way, so I explained what it was about.
That night we went out to a restaurant and we celebrated
I was still smiling and over the moon and was feeling elated
I'd already claimed for the loss because that's what you do
And I don't have one wedding ring, because now I have two.
(A true story )
Written on 22nd June 2022
One In Five Poetry Contest
Theme chosen - A Lost Ring
Sponsored by Joseph May
A old tree branch that had fallen to the ground
Polished it up, mended all the cracks, looking good as new
Now we can both walk
It did not cost a fortune
and gave her so much joy
I sent a book
to a lovely friend
‘twas second hand
though good as new
I love the odour
I love the look
I love to hold
a second hand book
Reminds me of a film I saw
about a man named Frank
he ran a second hand bookshop
at 84 Charing Cross Road
A labour of love for many years
a commemorative plaque now marks the spot
True tale I’m told
of a New York gal
Helene Hanff her name
Over twenty years
she wrote to Frank
requesting books so rare
He found for her the
books she yearned
the words she loved
deep friendship theirs
as each and every book he wrapped
with tenderness and loving care
But sad to say they never met...
Frank died in ‘68
a bond was made
by books she craved
their story in this film was made
But I digress and must impress
these words I need to say
Please never throw a book away
when at the end give to a friend
It will truly make their day…
Written 5th August 2020
84 Charing Cross Road, by Helene Hanff, is an entertaining, evocative and moving collection of letters sent by the author, from her home in New York, to the staff at an antiquarian bookshop in London. Their correspondence spanned twenty years and resulted in a valued friendship. 84, Charing Cross Road is about love of books and words, and friendship. .... Such was their fate that Helene Hanff and Frank Doel never met. Frank died in December 1968 from peritonitis from a burst appendix, and the bookshop eventually closed. Helen Hanff did visit London in 1971 when she met Frank’s widow.
Contest Strand Completely New (17)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
It would be so very nice if hearts,
Were made of stronger stuff.
And could come back as good as new,
When they’ve been treated rough.
For many years, my heart was mine,
No others called it theirs.
The first time that I let it roam,
It came back for repairs.
I lent my only heart to him,
Expecting it would be,
As cared for and as cherished,
As it had been with me.
Last night he gave my bruised heart back,
So much the worse for wear.
No apology for breaking it,
No offer to repair.
My heart is back where it belongs,
To rest and heal and mend.
If someone asks to borrow now,
I’ll be too wise to lend.
No one shall have my heart again,
Until this fact he learns.
I’ve marked it as “Sale final,
Absolutely no returns.”
By: Joyce Johnson.
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we both know it wont stop untill you do it;
you need to and you want to;
be cold
be ruthless
be bold
express
slice me limb from limb
its what i deserve
fill my despair to the brim
hack my every nerve
make each cut as painful as possible:
you need to and you want to;
each torch
and stab
each scorch
and jab
cut each bit till all thats left
are useless slabs of meat
neither of us will be bereft
until then you wont be complete
one thing i ask of you
is that you save my heart
keep it as good as new
smiling face as we depart
When us dogs lie there and stare up at you
What do you think we're thinking
Are we thinking whatever you say I agree with
Because you feed us every day without fail
We don't have hands, these paws are useless
For opening bags or cans
Tried biting the lid off early last month
Needed stitches, trouble eating for quite a while
What! Are you surprised we know what a month is
I'm not just your average pet you know
I'M A GOLDEN RETRIEVER
We're a special breed, just want all humans to know that
Us guys should be treated like royalty
We love everybody and don't mean to knock people down
We get a little over excited at times
Mean no harm, hoped your stay in the hospital
Would be short and you'd come out as good as new
Us dogs... sorry, us Goldens are a special breed
We don't associate with other less sophisticated breeds
Well, now that I've completely blown your mind
Perhaps next time we talk you'll have recovered
One thing before I go mute again
It'll be enough when wifey finds out I can talk
So I won't tell her about what I saw in the hospital
About the way you were ogling dear nursey-poo
For an extra bone and a sufficient amount of doggie treats
I'll keep this OUR little ole secret
WOOF! WOOF!
© Jack Ellison 2014
RISING FROM THE ASHES
Wordancer
The eyes of the dragon seen through the trees
Mesmerize minds and cause bodies to freeze.
Which way to go, which way to turn;
No time for questions when the trees burn.
Just jump in the cars and flee towards town
But the road is cut off as the wind swings around.
No way to go, no way to turn;
An acceptance of fate, as the trees burn.
The fence of the paddock does not impede
The scorched car that flattens it, picking up speed
Away from the flames, away they must turn
Desperate with fear, as the trees burn.
The breath of this beast lights fires with no flame
The heat of its breath burn all just the same.
It’s tail flames on, it’s head, see it turn
Back towards town, there are more things to burn.
With fire, smoke and tears these folk have learnt
To rise from the ashes; spirits singed; not burnt
A call for assistance, now the schools turn
To grey squares of ashes; and more townships burn.
The calls went out across this wide country
And the offers came from all and sundry.
What do you need? What can we bring you?
They were told, so they went; what else would they do?
Hand towels, toothbrushes, soap and shampoo
To clean away ashes; the soot, and tears too
Through fire and smoke, these folk have learnt
To rise from the ashes; spirits singed; not burnt
The towns’ people will labor as long as there’s need,
They’ll listen and learn and plant as they weed,
While their houses and schools, fire stations too,
Rise from the ashes, and stand good as new.
The February Dragon has left for a time,
But hope that heals the scars in the minds
Of the people there, is strong and alive,
They have rebuilt their towns, their dreams and their lives.
©
At the flea market I found you
Old and dusty.....but so nice
You`ve been so helpful and wise
Whirred around and around with your wheels
Many meters and perhaps miles
Much joy and money saved
Maybe even earned a penny or two
Tired eyes and hands treated you good
Far into the night, you`ve worked
The wheel spun around and around
Never fail, always available
ready for new tasks
Yes, I found you at the flea market
With a little soap and water
you are as good as new
Grandma`s sewing machine is so fine
Now you are decoration in my living room
22. August 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Sweet sounds drifting through the air,
causing happiness everywhere.
Flowers bloom and sunshine shows,
all happiness seems to glow.
Adults and children join and gather,
the air is filled with joyful chatter.
Birds are chirping and skies are blue,
everything is perfect, good as new.
Picnics on the fresh, green grass,
everyone toasts with a glass.
Songs and dances through the night,
everything seems to be just right.
Cheers to you and cheers to me,
we're all a big happy family.
For anyone owning a pc
Does not have it worse than me
I have a degree in technology
Oh computer gods hear my plea
I went from windows 7 to ten and back again
I encounter viruses from now until then
I work crazy hours to fix pc issues
Could someone please hand me some tissues
I am going through the pc tech blues
This is a living to help pay my dues
The customers' pc is putting up a fight
But we will go at it all night until i get it right
I will not let one problem be missed
My dear pc your booboos will be kissed
I work hard to provide excellent service
Now some pc's make me nervous
Pc tech blues cannot fix it i will repair your parts
Even if the cost breaks a few hearts
That's what I will have to do
To make you pc good as new
The pc tech blues I struggle
for you pc i will manage and juggle
I will fix your troubles fast and swift
For my customer fixing you is my gift
I looked out my window and what did I see?
A pretty little bird smiling back at me
I said, “Hello little friend, how are you?”
“Not bad,” he said, “but I've got the flu!”
Told him I've got this great remedy
Although it might make some birds unsteady
It should get rid of those nasty old sniffles
Here's all you do, it's easy, piffle-piffle
Sing that old favourite, “My Darling Clementine”
Then dunk your head in a vat of red wine
When you come back up, all gasping and stuff
Check to make sure you stayed down long enough
Still got the sniffles? Well dive down again
Till the sniffles are gone and then, my friend
You'll need to lie down, don't try to fly
You'll run into things and get poked in the eye
After a good sleep, you'll be good as new
But you'll need red wine whatever you do
I'm afraid you'll be known as the “Wine-O Bird!”
With the prettiest voice the world's ever heard!
© Jack Ellison 2013
I'm an original writer of rap and rhyme, i took sometime and conquered my climb. Now i'm
at the top i can't be stopped, from writing and reciting with the help of hip hop. check it out
everybody hope you know what i mean , just saying to all comers who become unclean. One
by one i will illiminate, rotten rap rubbish far from my state. check it out no doubt i'm not
new on the road, i been with it awhile and will when i'm old. be still writing good as new, a
little bit older with alot more juice. To get even better than good can get, and never
disrespect or have to regret. If you ever find the time, stick around in this town and read all
my rhymes.