Best Good One Poems
I was changing a tire and the neighbor walked by
Stood and looked a while, then he said Hi
Got a flat? he asked and this made me grin
I said no, just changing the old air and putting new stuff in.
Was coughing and sneezing. My throat was on fire
Got a bad cold? My wife did inquire
No, it's not really bad. It is a good one
I love watery eyes and watching my nose run.
I was on a bus and on my newspaper I sat
The guy next to me asked "Are you reading that"
I said yes. Reading through your butt is all the new rage.
Then I stood up and turned the page.
Dentist hit a nerve and I came up out of the chair
Did that hurt? He asked as though he really did care.
I said no, there was a spiritual woman I used to date
And she was teaching me how to levitate.
I hit a pothole with my car one night
It made such a loud noise it gave my wife a fright
Didn't you see it she began to cry
Of course I did. I hit it. Didn't I.
Once I tripped on one of my little guy's toys
Fell down the stairs and my wife heard the noise
Did you miss a step? She screamed from the hall
I said "No Dear, I think I hit them all."
Find In Our Eternity, Sweet Love
Find in my Heart,
cast away misdeeds never to be embraced
Find in my heart,
a love of you that can never be erased
Find in this Soul,
a friend so gladly embracing all of you
Find in this soul,
true lover that forever loves all you do
Find in my Dreams,
golden paradise I built for your pleasure
Find in my dreams,
a deep love, gentle and without measure
Find in my Desires,
gentle touch, a touch of your pretty face
Find in my desires,
nights seeing you dressed up in black lace
Find in my Life,
a sworn oath to your deep love be true
Find in my life,
to each bright morn, our deep love renew
Find in our Eternity,
a golden palace made just for you and I
Find in our eternity,
united love, as great as a Heavenly sky
Robert J. Lindley, 02-03-2015
note: I failed to write my darling wife her daily poem yesterday(first time in ten years).
So she being playful demanded I write a double good one this fine morning.
I hope this effort will do. If not, then I am lost as this came directly from
my loving heart to her, my sweetest sunshine, my darling wife.
I hope your holiday has been a good one.
Apparently there's been lots of sunshine
and that pool is very big and very blue.
And you look to be happy enough.
The weather here has been okay.
Well, it rained all weekend
but I stayed indoors anyway,
looking through that shoebox of photographs
that got left in the wardrobe when you moved out.
I found that ear ring in the bottom of the box,
that one you lost last year,
one of the pair I bought you to commemorate our “first”.
I think you still have the other one.
And you’d never guess!
That band you always liked,
the one that played Tobacco Road that night
and kept playing it and playing it?
I saw in the paper that they’re in town
and playing at a pub in Hawthorn on Saturday night.
I’ve been wondering if you might
like to go there with me.
And did you hear that Luke Williams has gone celibate?
And he thinks that he deserves a bloody medal.
Stopping by with a sweet hello to all
Mentally, I'm not over my issues
However, I am Physically well
I do miss everyone, even the new poets.
Hopefully, my friends know, I miss them
I am sorry to say, these 6 months have been the worst experience ever
Even I endure heartbreak and pain.
One step at a time,
I'm experiencing a big change (a good one)
Hello, and Hi, sending a small smile to all......
Love LINDA
(unfit
category
but no
choice.)
Life would
be
worthless
and
short
If this is
the only
dear life
we
have
Great
plans just
death can
abort
to be
useless
once you
met
your grave.
And for
those who
die young,
in
chilhood's
tender
ages
How short
and
incomplete
life
would be
How
unfair and
unlucky if
death's
the end
for them
Besides
life to the
fullest is
eternity.
What
about
those who
born
and die
poor
or those
born deaf,
blind or
lame
What if
they were
so
doomed
without
any cure
How
unlucky if
resurrection
never
came!
But a
belief that
there's a
life
after this
could be
of great
consolation
and solace
especially
to the
poor
handicapped,
the
shortlived
that they
could
make it up
under
heaven's
grace!
For the
good one
who is
born
blind
In heaven
shall he in
brighter
vision see
And the
goodly
one yet
who
has lost
his mind
will in the
afterlife
be as sane
as could be
The deaf
man with
his balance
of pious
acts
Only the
hereafter
would
compensate
what he
lacks
And that
godly one
born poor
and who
dies poor
could be
of the
richest at
heaven's
door
In this life
those
who've
been
saintly yet
unable to
talk
could
cheer up
to believe
what
heaven
has in
stock
For this
world can
be misery,
heaven's
the place
to rock
In this
world at
times
you've
to let the
hawks
gawk
Knowing
your
tormentor
in
heaven
shall ye
mock
Thus for a
true
happy
ever
after
for an
abode of
mirth and
laughter
Work
towards
thy
hereafter
A divine
place
devoid of
disaster!
The flower opens its chalice
Of tender petals to the sun
Pleasant object of the bee's fun
Making sweet honey in this bliss
Each to know what life brings, a gift.
The lily fears not the outcome
When the time comes to open
And offer the world its essence
It only knows it to be a good one
Pleased even when it is plucked out.
The rose will not open until
It is encircled in sunshine warmth
It dances in the light, a force
Felt to its core, trusting its will
To be a delight, its reason to live.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright 05.13.11
The elections are rolling around,
And it's obvious to see,
The more one tares another down,
Lays claim to Victory!
Each is right and only them,
Can save us from our debts.
Enhance our life, correct all wrongs,
And throw away regrets!
So get in line to cast your Vote,
And do it with great pride.
You're sure to pick a good one,
Cause none of them have lied!
Oxymorons are cynical and fun.
Be careful though if you want to use one.
If it is familiar, it may sound quite trite.
Which murders your poem with a harsh bite.
Deafening silence is way overdone.
Boisterously shy is a good one though, hon
Brilliant idiot may be available in a tweet.
But avoid cliques like bittersweet.
So, how long have you been waiting? No, it doesn't really matter!
I just came in the game to quiet the chit chatter.
And now that I am here, where should I start?
First, I'll examine your head, and then I'll examine your heart.
Did you really think that you had the skill to beat me.
Like a student to a teacher, you should be happy to meet me.
Just be happy to greet me, and get ready to get taught.
My assistance should be sought, for those weak rhymes that you brought.
In my medical opinion, you can not pass this test.
I am the best, and I would hate to have to open up your chest.
But, be my guest! R.E.D must mean Really Envies Destroyer,
But I'll take care of that, as soon as Nate the GREAT can Deploy her.
Maybe R.E.D means Really Easily Done
Your defeat will be so fun, since I am second to none.
I know! R.E.D means Reaches Eventual Destruction!
I already started keeping score, and you just got your first deduction.
But, once I destroy you, I will help you get better.
You must follow my instructions, right down to the letter.
My first prescription is called "get a little back-bone!"
Out of this battle, you will be gone, unless you can change your tone.
No battle is ever won before the first word is thrown.
I don't care who I battle! In the end, I will stand alone!
My second prescription is called "get a little more skill!"
Your wounds will soon heal, but come again and you will get killed.
Practice makes perfect, so you might just want to chill,
Because this DOCtor does not come cheap. Can you afford my bill?
My third prescription is a good one called "get a little smarts!"
Or, get carried away on a cart, if you can not play your part.
When I begin throwing darts, I am aiming for your heart.
So, decide if you got what it takes, before you start.
Get these prescriptions filled, then see me in a week,
And, remember, they are good for the healing that you seek.
Not for The Howdy Partner Contest
How many times, have you found,
yourself, walking down the street
Stetson on your head
and cowhide on your feet
Trying to rustle up
a verse, that seems the best
For The Shadow Hamilton
Poetry contest
Now, I started drinkin' whiskey
and scratching my blue jeans
But I can't think of anything
that's worth a hill of beans
It's got to be a good one
better than the rest
to win, Shadow Hamilton's
Poetry contest
I thought I'd start out writing
'bout a horse and dusty trails
Train robbing, riding hard
And 'bout that time in jail
But I have to tell ya'll
This cowboy's kinda stressed
Over Shadow, Hamilton's
Poetry contest.......................Heee yaaaa !
Christmas is over and I'm all alone.
The house is now quiet and I lie prone,
Remembering the merriment, the gladness and cheer,
And the wonderful feeling of having them here.
The Christmas tree twinkles by the window so bright.
In this quiet room it's the only light.
There it will stand until New Year's Day,
When I take it all down and put it away.
Then I'll clean the house from one end to the other,
Remembering with love each sister and brother.
I'll think on the past, of the joy and the fun,
Of raising my children, my daughters and sons.
The pain of not having them close by my side,
And how their success has brought me much pride.
Then I'll make some tea and sit down with my cat,
Then the dog at my side I'll get coat and hat.
I'll go for a walk in the crisp winter air,
And rejoice as the frost covers lashes and hair.
My life is a good one all things considered.
No need to feel lonely, abandoned, embittered;
For I have my life and they have theirs.
They write, visit, phone, that proves they still care.
I still have a job and my home keeps me busy.
No need to feel useless like some old tin Lizzy.
I'm not ready for the junk heap yet.
Not old, just experienced, I'm hip, you bet.
Can't wait now for Easter, they'll phone and come by,
And I'll hold each one close and give a glad sigh.
This is for all the pretty girls,
with necks choked with ashen pearls,
and pricy shoes on your feet,
and pinned up golden tresses,
and virginal white dresses,
ready to make love complete.
Now when the wedding bells chime,
it will be an ideal time,
to think of the one you tossed.
The one who bled true passion
and whose love he would fashion.
The good one, whose heart was crossed.
And it is for your own sake,
when you taste that angel cake,
to think of the one not chosen.
There's a gem on your finger,
but you know something lingers,
and thoughts of me are frozen
Unsure our world is now, and folks have fear.
From rules imposed on us we dare not veer.
Some say the days foretold by John the Seer
(when chaos soon will reign) are nearly here.
I dread the horrors that might next appear.
Our govenments are puppets; what they do
is what the “powers that be” tell them to.
Lies today and half-truths are nothing new.
An accident this was? You think that’s true?
It’s my belief this all was by design -
an evil plot to cause the world’s decline.
The masterminds of it are filthy swine!
World domination they wish to procure.
I wouldn’t be surprised they had the cure!
The worst is yet to come, most probably.
All we can do is cling to what is dear:
our friends and family; our freedoms too.
Be watchful; there will be more than one sign.
Be faithful; of at least one thing I’m sure:
The good - one day - from earth’s woes shall be free.
April 14, 2020 for Emile Pinet's Minuanetta Poems Poetry Contest
of Russell's Nymph
the rendered spell, the nymph can tell,
distraction never changes,
i too have been caught as well,
the nympho re arrangement,
i swore by Gaul to end it all,
would run into the ranges,
but quick as night she pinned me tight,
don't ever make love with strangers...
good one Russell mate...
Don
The elections are rolling around,
And it's obvious to see,
The more one tares another down,
Lays claim to Victory!
Each is right and only them,
Can save us from our debts.
Enhance our life, correct all wrongs,
And throw away regrets!
So get in line to cast your Vote,
And do it with great pride.
You're sure to pick a good one,
Cause none of them have lied!