Best Grook Poems
My soul yearns to wander in a poetic garden,
not to remain hidden under overgrown weeds.. (the poet)
Rumi says; "It is rain that grows flowers not thunder."
Some bloom like roses, some like poppies_
spreading verdant, vibrant and diverse colours..
Sunflowers reach for the sky,
whilst lobelia droop towards the ground...
Yet, nothing blossoms forever ~
we wither, perishing like premature petals..
Those who sowed nostalgic memories,
flourish through generations -
others are forgotten like wildflowers.
“Fear not the Grim Reaper. Death is an angel that accompanies good people to their home of everlasting joy.” by author
Death is not a spectre that wields a scythe.
The minute we’re born, we wend our way to it.
Neither is our Heavenly Creator but a myth.
Even if you breathe your last mortal breath,
a home like no other waits beyond the veil.
If life seems so hard that you want to scream,
there is no need against God to rail.
Life is but an eye blink in His grand scheme.
If you are kind and faithful, blessed in death you’ll be.
Joy, light, and love will be yours eternally.
“When the curtain drops, should we not applaud” ~ by poet
age wrinkles the face of youth
and dulls its eyes~
in no time, Death is at my door
a shadow of a shadow...
my ears pretend not to hear
His approach
gasping in ragged breaths ~
His nails
scraping against old bones
Death drinks my tears
“When trust is a walking phantom,
draped in dying dandelions,
let the wind blast forth its shattered promises,
as rain rinses away piercing pain of memories lost” Quote by Poet
the sky is a catacomb
of faceless promises and ghosts
clothed in tangled treachery
as trust is a wilted tulip~
embalmed in golden tears…
O’ deceived heart of the eclipsed sun
you were once glazed in jewels…
now a mourning mausoleum~
chanting a moonless requiem
resting in ashes of skeletal lies….
Capitalism -
Is every man screwing everyone else.
But communism -
On the other hand, is just the reverse.
Our humanity
has become so transparent
we need a special day
to be reminded of it.
Encouraged by the masses
is mediocrity,
like when someone at a bar
sings bad karaoke.
As they belt out notes off key,
we might give guffaws.
Drunken with good will, though,
we offer up applause.
Written Feb. 14, 2016 for the Grook Contest of Silent One
Sweet sensual skin
wears scruples thin
until you see your own true sin.
America's (Idle) Pastime
From New York, Austin, and L.A.,
From Cleveland and Seattle,
Ingloriously they screech or bray
In an auditioning battle.
And by the time we all feel sick,
(the judges homicidal!),
we get to know from whom we’ll pick
our next great Singing Idol.
For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous
(using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)
In a perfect world
everyone's visions
would come to fruition,
but of course that couldn't happen
(given our nature)
and thus would end up in contradiction.
Perhaps it's because
we ask the wrong question,
thinking world means You or Me.
When in actuality
(when analyzed thoroughly)
World means We.
Written February 14th, 2016
For Contest: In a Perfect World hosted by Catie Lindsey
Honorable Mention
To Him
our deepest
thoughts
are like
diamonds
glistening.
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means
we're
listening.
NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars Remain Silent.
Small babies are unpredictable just like the weather
Often wet; with sudden outbreaks of terrible wind
But would I have altered anything, no never …
Being a parent, you become very thick skinned!
Contest: Grook
Sponsor: Silent One
02~14~16
When it comes to the vacuum cleaner
my dog is a jealous beast,
showing off his fangs and claws.
Does he not know that I'd feed
my Oreck less if he, now and then, but
wiped his paws?
You'll find it is a good idea,
now and then,
to look at the bigger picture:
see with a broader view
the workings of your fellow men.
A word of advice, if I may,
please, don't stay too long,
be sure to always come back soon!
One learns next to nothing
about mankind
by looking at the earth
while standing on the moon.
NOTE: Another oldie.
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Everywhere I go
My Chihuahua rides with me
In his McDonald's coffee cup
Right next to me on the seat