Best Got Burned Poems
Don't be ashamed of yesterday..
We took chances in times of disarray..
Built bridges that we can't cross alone..
Through narrow paths to lead us home..
Forks in the road that divided hearts true..
We went our ways and watched each other choose..
Tread lightly if your path is in the dark night..
Look up to the sky and remember I'm still your light..
Remember yesterday and the wisdom learned..
We shared a candle light but never got burned..
You stabbed me in
the back
Took that knife and
did a hack
You could not look
me in the face
My lady you are a
total disgrace
How deep did you dig
that grave
My how those words
became so brave
The hole just became
so deep
All came crashing
at your feet
The knife it twist
and turned
Even your fingers
got burned
You were so callous
and cruel
Our relationship
became a duel
I walked out and
never looked back
This job became
heavy like a sack
I pulled the knife
and refused to bleed
I walked out, did it
my way, yes indeed
6/20/14 for
contest
Let me tell you the story of the pie piper
Had a flute he played so said the flyer
The town we lived in was on fire
Our situation was grave and dire
That is why we needed to hire
This one and the only pie piper
With his flute through the mirk and mire
He conjured pies from the sky and higher
We needed them to sell enough to retire
In fact we were set we already had a buyer
What happened next was unforeseen John Dryer
Although he did show up it was in two nights not the prior
We agreed to his terms...he was preaching to the choir
Then the pies happened all kinds right out of the fryer
What I tell is true I am not a liar
Don't believe me just ask my sire
Fruit Pies of all kinds
Meat Pies great finds
Pizza Pies blew minds
Weird Pies with rinds
But then
Just then
The tide turned
We got burned
Trust unearned
Yuck he churned...
Quickly they began to really fall
Then all the children started to bawl
It was a disaster all in all
We tried to leave but moved at a crawl
Who would think of such a thing
We could hear the town bells ring
All others knew to stay in with this warning
This turned out to be a terrible morning
Actually changed into a kind of mourning
The sky was now brown in color
You could smell the wretched odor
We had not considered cow pies
Nor all the pests mostly black flies
Literally the **** had hit the fan
So much for our supposed brilliant plan
12~10~2014
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Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest Name: Plentitude of Pies
we stimulate our minds for our intellect to grow
becoming more technical
remaining spiritually slow
so we face trials and tribulation
crisis and complications
praising God, while serving Satan
expecting love when spewing hatred
our faith is dissipating
until its totally forsaken
for miracles we pray
yet and still we disobey
missed lessons
means blocked blessings
wrong paths are chosen
cursed to glimpse the promised land but never enter like Moses
it's hard to humble ourselves cause we've got pride
so we find a hard head leaves a soft backside
when stressed i ride
reclined, inside
sounds booming
trying hard to decipher the message in our music
Pac said keep your head up
Treach said guard your grill
Wu sang protect your neck
Cube said to kill at will
Eazy said easy does it
Run said hard times
Jigga ask can I live
but Big ready to die
50 cent said get rich ore die trying
K.R.S made stop the violence, and listen to my nine
these are questionable times
that leave young impressionable minds
hoping to find success pushing dope on the grind
thinking all the pain would end if they became rich
but the harder they hustle the more pain and anguish
if we could understand the hustle
we would over stand the struggle
instead we constantly land back in trouble
on frivolous pursuits
searching for forbidden fruits
living lies until they collide with the moment of truth
I been there and done that
played with fire and got burned as soon as my hand healed I'd run back
so young and misguided
mama said don’t do it I tried it
it's by God's grace I survived it
flash back to my youth I was so naive and timid
wondering if that path I walked on is the one the Lord intended
tired of getting beat by bullies so I learned to prevent it
but I found my self in front of the judge as a defendant
five times aquited of crimes that I committed
but the one time I was innocent is when I got convicted
justice may be blind, but she so vindictive
so I struggle with it
trying to make since out of the senseless
A Man Stood Part I Story/poem
A man stood by his window, looking out into the world.
Already in his twilight years, his gaze was kind of lost -
as he wondered - where has my youth gone?
A man stood by his window, thinking about his past life.
once he had a family. It didn't last too long. Out of three
children, he lost two. One died at birth, the other died in
a fire with his wife.
He got to save his older daughter, by jumping out of a
second story window. He too got burned some and they both
spend a long time in the hospital. His daughter was ten years
old. he never got married again.
A man stood by his window, thinking about an old love. He
never knew what happened to her all he knew was that he
had another daughter by her. In his mind, he knew that he
had loved her, but she left when he didn't marry her. He knew
now that he had made a mistake, but it was too late.
A man stood by his window, looking out into the world. He's
thinking, about his daughter - grown up and married, living a
happy life. That is the daughter he saved. He looks in the
mirror and knows, that he has gotten old.
He has a lot of money and lives in a big house. Only a cat keeps
him company. He don't have many friends. A man stands by his
window, thinking about his past love and the daughter he has.
he wonders if he will ever see them, or if they will just stay in
the past...
-1/006/2013
To be continued.
lost in space
standing at
the crossroads
between Heaven
in that of hell
i stand
a lone fiddler
from the dust
of ashes
one breathes
a towering
heart burning inferno
which got burned
scorched hell
drawing magic
in a memory bank
now opening
the curtains
etched on
chamber walls
i play
a sweet tune
as the embers
begin breathing
drums begin beating
like the phoenix
a yearning inside
one soul
i arise
from the ashes
light of love
sparkle and shine
remaining in embers
awaiting loves call
Author Dana Redricks
June 24, 2019
I hope you have a wonderful day;
don't let misery get in your way.
Let the clouds go away; today
is the beginning of a new day.
Put on your smile on; hold
your head up high" keep
your eyes looking toward the sky.
Never be afraid to ask questions,
when you don't understand why;
remember life is a learning experience;
each stage is a new phase.
Yesterday is gone, never to return;
if you got burned maybe there's a
lesson that should have been learned.
Every season has its reason, and
every person has a purpose; this is
Your moment to shine is just around
the corner; your already star,
and have come so far; some
grow brighter, and some star
fade and fall into the obscurity
to never be seen again, but for
today shine, shine
take your moment in time.
The traditional Maori language, is a dying language,
you can see this over the decades,
laws passed by the government,
forced it to be this way.
My ancestors where beaten in schools,
for what was deemed a forked tongue,
constantly shamed and ridiculed,
in front of everyone.
Being a proud race,
emotions weren't meant to be shared,
so they stopped speaking there language,
for the white man they feared.
The next generation struggled,
caught in a violent time,
there parents reluctant to teach them,
because fear was always on there mind.
With each generation following the same trend,
the language became harder to learn,
only remnants remain now,
of a proud race that just got burned.
The language most spoken now,
come form the city's, it has been transformed.
European Maori widely is accepted,
very rarely can the old language be learned.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
i loved her in ways i cant explain
it still was,nt enough to heel this pain
i gave her my life over and over again
but she still left me for my best friend
loyal is what she supposed to be
but i guess that did,nt apply to me
wisdom to it all because i been around
i made myself the fool of this town
knowledge to it all i stayed and learned
still cant understand how i got burned
i love her still
and always will
she dont no how i feel
i,ll leave her alone until my heart heal
forgive her and never forget
and remind myself that this is it.
It was the summer I would first choke
on second hand marijuana smoke;
I passed the swimming pool lifeguard test
and received my first real paycheck.
It was the summer I learned how to drive -
got my license on the first try;
And, by Saint Leonard’s pond I was blessed
with discovering what was up her dress.
Nixon had resigned;
I saw “The Exorcist” for the first time;
Paul McCartney sang “Band on the Run”
and we were having some adult fun.
It was the summer I smiled a lot;
The first jewelry that I ever bought;
I looked forward to each coming day
as my innocence slowly slipped away.
But summers must always end;
I saw her with my friend;
The ring was soon returned;
It was the summer my heart got burned.
Forty summers have since passed,
Of heart breaks, it was not my last,
But of memories, I must confess,
In regards of time, it has passed the test.
If that's what she did,
than trust me,
you're not under a lid,
she flipped it-
added pressure to admit ...
Characterization of the limitless,
shindig-less,
hard nosed,
pencil printed,
breaking of embarrassment,
getting others to care less,
but you never got to see the cherry list-
it got burned before the internet,
you should have had a little fit-
...before a big one,
and then another,
or just got a gun,
one that works hard to make you jump and run.
She's not in love with your hugs!
She's not entangled with you at all!
She's estranged to leave with mud and guck and-
maybe one nut-
but who's counting,
you're just as dumb...
Kublia with his laughing smile
Whoever has food is his best pal
His sad eyes as big as saucers
Tail wagging anticipating offers
He'll eat whatever you eat
People food is always a special treat
Genghis cautious ears fold back
If it ain't meat he wants none of that
Sniffs the air trying to decide
What it is Kublia can't be deny
Pancake breakfast and Kublia explodes
Flapjacks his nose glows
Mouth waters and dance in place
Pancakes make an happy face
Throw him a piece and he snaps it in the air
Swallows it whole no time to spare
Toss two bits he catches one then the other
Little Genghis confused by his brother
Hand Genghis a piece of pancake
He sniffs it once and his head shakes
Put it down on the ground
He licks it once and seems to frown
Kublia with long snot
Flips Genghis from behind with clout
Eats the pancake in a second clear
Genghis hurt treated unfair
Give Genghis a second piece
He stands his ground for his feast
Growls and stares as Kublia advances
There will be no second chances
Kublia eager slides around
Genghis worried gulps it down
Head up he struts and turns
Kublia late he got burned
Now feed Genghis food he doesn't like
He'll gulp it down out of spite
To keep Kublia from a treat and a grin
Genghis eats to defy him.
I made a wish upon a star and really got burned
I made a wish upon a star and left Madonna breathless
I hitched my wagon to a star but forgot my spacesuit
The stars in my eyes turned out to be black holes
I couldn’t rise to the occasion so I took some Viagra
Did Harvey Wall Banger? Nope, Willy-Nilly slapped him silly
I once had sex on a golf course but wasn’t up to par and got penalized three strokes
A sex therapist counseled a maggot couple to make love in Earnest
I decided to take a brisk walk but there was this plank…
I WALKED that plank but they drained the pool so I cracked up
I walked the line and it was a very thin line (A very fine line though)
I walked the straight and narrow and had to stop for directions
I made a molehill out of a mountain and the EPA was NOT amused
I made another molehill out of a mountain and the CLIMBERS were not amused
I made ANOTHER mole hill out of a mountain but some mole dug up some dirt on me
I was shamed when the scandal was published in The Holey-Moley Enquirer
So I dug up some dirt on THEM and completely ruined my manicure…
If life is a rat race, God needs to set out some traps
Life was a bowl of cherries til I cracked my tooth on a pit
Speaking of pits, I escaped The Pit and the Pendulum but (Oh, rats)
Speaking of rodents, three-blind-mice ran into a herd of stampeding lemmings and quickly took the plunge…
Valentine Humbug
Home all alone.
Sit and groan.
In a St. Patrick’s Day Pinch
Wore no green
*Pinch felt mean.
Easter’s Glad Tidings for Lambs
Forget the lamb.
Let’s eat ham.
Labor Day’s for ALL?
No work off
while bankers scoff
The Halloween Boogie
It’s no mask.
Please don’t ask!
The Thanksgiving Whine
Turkey got burned.
I got spurned.
Christmas Blues
Had a rift. . .
Where’s my gift?
Sept. 24, 2018 for Mark Toney's Six-Word Couplet Series Poetry Contest
* One person mentioned they did not understand the Pinch in the second verse. For some reason, in the United States there exists a strange custom that if one's friend is not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day, you may pinch him!
Beautiful Scars
At Nancy’s birthday party,
Before her friends came in,
She reminded her mom
Of the shape her hands were in.
“They’re so scarred and ugly
I don’t want my friends to see.
Cover your hands with gloves,
They’re as awful as can be.”
The girls were very happy,
It was such a joyful day.
Busy in the kitchen,
Mom’s gloves got in the way.
She smiled as she made the things
She knew her daughter wished,
Removed the gloves for a moment,
As she made a party dish.
She forgot about the gloves,
As she served the birthday cake.
But upon seeing Nancy’s face,
She realized her mistake.
Her friends saw the scars
And Nancy’s dreadful fears,
As she left the party
In a flood of tears.
She marched up to her room
Without saying a thing.
She didn’t know the heartache
Her mother’s hands could bring.
Mom rushed in behind her
While she sobbed there on the bed.
Her little body trembled,
And this is what she said—
“Oh Mommy, Mommy!
I am so ashamed!
My friends will never like me,
And you’re the one to blame!”
Tears came to her mother’s eyes,
As she breathed a heavy sigh.
She knew it was time to tell her,
So this was her reply—
“Nancy, when you were just a baby,
And times were very hard,
I suddenly smelled some smoke
While working in the yard.
“I turned to see the house
Was filling up with flames.
I ran real fast inside
And to your crib I came.
“I quickly grabbed a blanket,
The only thing I could do.
The fire was burning me,
But I kept it off of you.
“So, now you know what happened,
And how my hands got burned.
I didn’t want to tell you,
But some day you would learn.”
Nancy turned toward her mother,
With a look of sheer surprise,
Her heart was filled with sorrow,
As tears fell from her eyes.
She threw her arms around her,
And quickly kissed her neck.
She learned a life-long lesson
That she would not forget.
Mom told Nancy and her friends
About a Bible time,
Of other scarred hands—
Hands that were divine!
James Tate Nov 21, 2015