Best Grab Poems
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4/27/2019
Aadab the Aarab's
Favourite food was kebabs,
Be it beef, be it chicken,
He thought they were finger lickin'
With hummus and garlic dabs
authors note: i know Adab & Arab
are spelled with one
...a.....at the start but i put in
the extra ....a.....for pronunciation
of a long.....a.....sound
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good health
a juicy //////////
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the happy kitchen
lots of \\\ antioxidants
can be used for snacks
mix ///it into your salad
is perfect for \\\ dinner
bake a delicious cake
mash ///to a purée
or in a hot soup
the \\healthiest
you can eat\
Lots of fiber
//children's
favourite
crunchy
orange
carrots
Eat //
a lot
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03.05-2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
no 1213
Contest by: Brian Strand
2nd place in the contest
Woke up this morning ready to fly
Each day's an adventure for you and I
Grab the brass ring
Sweet songs to sing
Spread your wings like a pretty butterfly
© Jack Ellison 2015
What is waited...will be lost.
Suns rays reflect off rippling water
Shows the shadow of boy playing
He's on waters edge to look
For creatures of the sea
With colorful fins
To reflect rays
Water moves
To hide
Prize
don't grab the steering wheel
while God is driving the car
just put your trust in Him
that you will travel very far
we have a tendency to pray on things
but of them we won't let go
we keep worrying about the problems
and won't let God run the show
instead of looking at the Lord
we keep looking at the load
we need to keep our eyes on God
and not on the road
so don't grab the steering wheel
while God is in the driver's seat
just be prepared to remain a passenger
until the journey is complete
there's no person too insignificant
and there's no problem that's too great
God's always on time, He's seldom early
but He never arrives late
so just sit back and enjoy the road trip
that is your life
and place all in the hands of your mechanic
Jesus the Christ
don't worry if you get a flat
Father God has a spare in the back
and don't worry if you run out of gas
the Holy Ghost has a full spiritual flask
and don't fret if you happen to a make a wrong turn
just consider it a lesson in life that you've learned
don't grab the steering wheel
while God is driving the SUV
just make sure you have on your seat belt
for the road of life tends to be bumpy
you won't need a navigational system nor a GPS
just trust in God to steer you safely through all of your mess
don't worry about the insurance
and you've already passed inspection
just don't try to be a back seat driver
and give God any directions
the road of life may twist and turn
down some valleys and over some dales
but as long as you stay prayerful
you might miss that exit going to hell
and if you get stuck in traffic
there's no need to feel overwhelmed
be anxious over nothing
remember God is at the helm
so hand over the keys to your life
and let God take the wheel
and believe He will guide you
towards those eternal Elysian Fields
so don't grab the steering wheel
while God is driving the van
as He'll get you to your final destination
according to His master plans
I spent too long in the sand,
the day has ran,
I am a dam,
the waters run cold,
and that is bad,
turn around and grab,
because the air of the wind isn't fun,
teeter totter with the band-
let um go laugh...
Take a polygraph: ask
'how sad are the sad?'
Then wake up to a face,
she is your great big taste,
she thinks the world renowned isn't insane,
it is just unclaimed,
overdue and over blamed.
Just like you on your way...
Stop saying that you might be gay,
just f*** f*** away-
do a couple drugs and open your eye's for today,
you might just say hey-
I can be there,
I can prey,
I can be cannibal,
I can punch away-
so what if I can't win a fight,
so what if I only have so much time,
suck this big fine...Pig...
I pay your wage,
and I renege,
even when there aren't good cards to play,
I say that's sick,
jump into it-
let people know when to sit-
suck this, big man-been there done this!
Suck fist!
I'm young and have yet to be dissed!
...be in remiss,
do a job that's stupid as s***!
If time is a diss-
if you start now and start to hate ...
Time isn't a kiss-
if you let things go and still think that you're swift,
time can be a big miss-
unless you show heart and shuttle people out of the mist.
Im stillen Kornfeld dort,
wo sie verborgen lag,
des Schnitters Sense,
da liegt jetzt sein Grab.
Und nur der Wind
verweht das letzte Wort,
das niemand mehr vernehmen mag.
Bezwinge deine Seele
und stiehl dich heimlich fort.
Damit nicht Angst dich quäle
an jenem stillen Ort.
Die Hoffnung gibt dir Flügel
und leiht dir auch ihr Wort.
Nun liegt nur Einsamkeit
auf deinen Schultern.
Die Ruhe vor dem Sturm
ja die erkennt du schon,
nur sie verleiht dir Kraft
ist deiner Mühen Lohn.
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In quiet grain field there,
where it lay covertly in fear,
the reaper's scythe,
there is his grave.
Only the wind
let last word drift away,
that nobody more may hear.
Defeat your soul in silent race
steal secretly away.
So that fear will not torment you
at this yet peaceful place.
Hope gives you wings
and also lend its voice
Now there lies only loneliness
upon your shoulders.
The quiet before the storm
this you will recognize,
only this gives you strength
and is your efforts' choice.
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En campo de trigo tranquilo
donde se escondía,
la guadaña segador,
se queda ya su tumba
Y sólo el viento
dispersa la última palabra,
que nadie lo puede oír más
en ningún día.
Conquista tu alma
y que te vayas escondido.
Para que el temor no te tortura
en este lugar tranquilo y perdido.
La esperanza te da alas.
También te presta su palabra
La esperanza te da alas
y te presta su palabra.
Ahora sólo soledad
queda sobre tus hombros.
La calma que precede la tormenta
sí tu la reconoces sin defensa,
y sólo te da fuerza
y es tu esfuerzo recompensa.
Spree three quite legal vehicles at a four-way intersection by selection,
suddenly,
abundantly,
glaring,
blaring,
crashing,
smashing,
cooperating,
accommodating,
persistence,
assistance,
fender,
bender,
easy,
peasy,
surely,
truly, ...
"You had not responded, so sad God bless, *sonder."
*sonder: special (mindless to being ...)
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A chorus of boxes hums tonelessly on high rafters
where unwieldy boxed and stocked memory realms
squirm under drowsy dust just beyond my sight’s reach.
On my journey, family, romantic loves, places
and friends have dipped as memory twisted
mist, spun in bleary pieced feeling conditions
that time tossed dark-shelved from my vision.
But around does come moments of poignant grabs
that hoist me thru the dust to see a memory touch
and as I sit or lie with it, it seeps my depths inside of it.
A moment of thought we now share
Twisting itself around your heart
Into the future now I stare
Dreaming of tomorrow's fresh start
Don't know exactly what it is
A moment of thought we now share
Began when we had that first kiss
Showing me that you really care
Nothing in my soul says beware
No warnings of the heart felt pain
A moment of thought we now share
How long will fantasy remain
Where does it end, the path unknown
I reach out to you, you're not there
Only part of me have I shown
A moment of thought we now share
Penned 31 January 2014
Contest : Collaboration between Wayland Bunch and Seren Roberts
SMASH AND GRAB
traffic light red
car stops dead
alert eyes dart
surrounded by dark
panic imposed
she knows
the fear real
and near
that crowbar
window smash
loaded weapon
held to head
attacked she
smells his trashed
ambivalence
dealt her way
hand of fate
grabs the keys
ignoring her
pleas
he doesn’t feel
or give a damn
pavement flung
she lands cold
with terror as
all she hears
are her infants
tears strapped
trapped in the
back
while….
he screeches his hate
with the exhausted
fumes of a child
displaced
(Your average day in South Africa)
© Kim van Breda—21 October 2015
Shootings here, violence there
Smash-and-grab everywhere
So it seems, but look again
It’s a mostly urban scene
How much longer can it be
~ To death our cities bleed
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must get rid of all grief and feel really glad;
ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must earn worthiness and stop being mad!
It must have been quite long
having lived the pathetic life
of a worthless being;
walking fearlessly inside
scary shadows cast by black clouds...
where one hid to fend off his doubts,
not fighting the icy storms that froze his bones
and made him shiver to suppress his groans!
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must get rid of all grief and feel really glad;
ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must earn worthiness and stop being mad!
Would it be easy going back
to the fast rhythm of living;
it's the weirdest thought to sense flack
and be speechless, not willing
to let fate change the course of things...
when from the edgy brain evade dreams!
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must get rid of all grief and feel really glad;
ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must earn worthiness and stop being mad!
Sweetest angel of mercy, make me smile...
it has been raining, I'm seeking sunshine:
it's a rough climb from the lower ground;
I'm standing on a rock and being drowned!
It won't be and shouldn't be easy for a guy,
who has no choice, but to go back and slip
into the fast rhythm of living and survival;
It's a stride that asks for the sacrifice I can't skip...
before I grab somebody's hand and be no rival;
only thinking I am too fragile and bound to die!
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must get rid of all the grief and feel glad;
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must earn worthiness and stop being mad!